Chapter 105: Punching Holes in Space and Taking a Break

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Chapter 105: Punching Holes in Space and Taking a Break

Aayla watched fondly as Izuku managed, somehow, to manage Mei. Even Nikkila had seemly given up, out of exhaustion more than anything else, at trying to keep Mei focused this time. Once they’d arrived, Izuku had barely blinked before stepping in and, with some sort of personal magic Aayla thought might be greater than the Force, somehow got Mei to calm down. To a degree, at least. She was still acting a bit manic and was clearly strung out on far too much caf, but he’d gotten her to actually concentrate that manic energy on properly following the checklists and procedures for the large-scale test they were about to watch.

Personally, Aayla was still trying to wrap her head around what Mei had achieved.

Their pinkette had cracked the secret to portal tech capable of delivering troops to a battlefield roughly a month ago, with one of the last planetary invasions they’d done before calling a temporary halt to the offensive quietly testing the concept in action. Several refitted and up-armored assault shuttles, stripped of a lot of offensive punch due to the need for maximizing power generation, but simultaneously toughened to an insane degree, had landed on their target planet. Not wanting to completely reveal their hand, they’d only sent an improbable number of troops through each of the portals that had been established once those transports had landed, rather than an outright impossible number.

If the transports had been optimized for maximum troop carrying and stuffed to a degree that would have strained both space and life support, they could theoretically have carried the 100 troops each had deployed. Of course, if you actually ran the numbers on their loadout and compared it to theoretical lift for the ships, you’d have realized something was off, given that a full Striker squad had been included in each transport. It was unlikely their enemies had picked up on it, given how they’d used it, but it had worked perfect…and 500 troops had been deployed to the planet directly from Nelvaan. Or, more accurately, from the new space station in Nelvaan orbit that contained the secret counterpart to the portals.

The station had immense power generation ability, the bulk of the power for a portal coming from the initiating side, even if a fair bit was needed from both sides to keep it open. The amount changed significantly with the size of the portal, with Mei’s…interesting first use needing only a power cell on either end that could have powered a heavy-duty cybernetic limb. That use case had only needed a portal a few inches in shape on either side, resulting in the trivial power needs, but things scaled rapidly with increased portal size requirements.

The 3-meter portals in the new assault shuttles, for example, were big enough to pass through Striker mechs. They needed a lot more juice as a result. Enough that the even the shuttle-size generators required Isotope-5 to get them small enough to squeeze into said shuttles. The space station side didn’t need Iostope-5, though only because Mei had built massive capacitors into the station’s deployment hangars instead. The bulk of the power was required to initiate new portals, not to maintain them, so the capacitor rings allowed the station to charge up for a couple of dozen portal initializations in rapid succession.

Aayla most certainly had not understood the techno babble when she’d asked why they didn’t just establish portals in the ships beforehand and then maintain them. What little she’d gotten out of it was that, apparently, past a certain size there was an interaction with gravity that didn’t play nice with the portals being in motion relative the nearest gravity well. Meaning they’d collapse, violently, if you tried to fly the transports with the portals active. There were some other limitations too, such as the portals currently not playing nice with too much power transmission passing through them, though that was apparently something Mei was working on fixing.

Because she wanted bigger doom lasers, of course.

Regardless of possible future doom lasers, the results of the first test operation had spoken for themselves. Even under combat conditions, all five of their test transports had gotten down to the ground and deployed 8 Strikers, 24 Power Suited Troops, and 68 combat droids each. According to previous tests, they could have deployed a thousand troops through each portal just as easily as a hundred, making the new system a massive leap forward in ground assault. One they had every intention on abusing the hell out of when it came to capturing the heavily fortified worlds of Bootana Hutta.

Of course, now Mei had taken the things to an even farther extreme. One that would be a massive force multiplier in both logistics and response time to attacks against their own planets. Another, even larger portal generator…which could theoretically open a ‘Jump Gate’ between distant star systems. One capable of passing anything up to a Volition in size through it. To say it would make keeping their hidden shipyards hidden much easier, not to mention the benefits of not having to pass through any Republic or unaligned space for their logistics train…those parts alone were worth having. The ability to reinforce one nodal defense fleet from another? That would be an even bigger deal, allowing them to respond to attacks on any world with a Jump Gate in overwhelming force, deployed rapidly from either a central reserve fleet or other defense fleets.

Of course, Mei had needed to figure out how to siphon energy from a star to power the damn thing. Which was scary as fuck but apparently how the original Star Forge had worked. Surprisingly, that part hadn’t even required the Force like the rest of the Star Forge, meaning Mei had been able to apply the principles here. Though she’d run into some sort of hard limit on physical Gate size using her current model. Large enough to get a Volition-class through, but not to handle a Paladin-class. Still, Volitions were their bread-and-butter heavy ships, so it was absolutely nothing to sneeze at even if Mei never figured out how to overcome the current limit.

“Checklist complete! Safeties disengaged! Prepare to be amazed at my Jump Gate Baby!”

Aayla’s attention sharpened, even as she had to resist chuckling as Mei flung herself at a completely unnecessary lever almost taller than she was, needing her entire body weight to move it. All, Aayla knew, for something that could have just as easily been done with a button press. Not that any of them were going to deny Mei the satisfaction of her melodrama. Aayla had to admit that the sound of that lever thunking from one position to the other added a bit of gravitas to the moment anyway.

They were, of course, all standing before a massive window that was overlooking the test site. Equally obviously, they weren’t actually anywhere near where a giant hole in space was going to be projected, meaning that they could only see what was going on via the magnification features built right into the frame of the observation window. The ‘Jump Gate Baby’ was only just barely ring shaped. Its primary components were actually six separate satellites, each of them a 100-meter-long, vaguely rectangular structure with multiple ‘refining’ projectors along their length. The satellites were anchored together by a skeletal frame, making the vague form of a massive ring that held the satellites precisely in place relative to each other. The final design would almost certainly be more streamlined and armored, but the prototype had been thrown together for testing, and looked more than a little ‘steampunk.’ A term Izuku had used for some of Mei’s more archaic looking designs.

As Mei flipped the oversized switch, the first and brightest set of the Jump Gate’s projectors lit at the far end of the rectangles and a rush of greenish-white something swirled into existence as space twisted unnaturally. The second set of projectors grabbed that splash of ephemeral unknown energy and refined it into a whirlpool. Each of three more successive projectors refined the whatever it was energy into something like a tunnel, more than a portal. Then, seemingly between heartbeats, the entire thing stabilized into a vaguely swirling and not-so-vaguely glowing shimmering lake of energy in space.

“Stabilization achieved! Ordering EX-1 to make transit!”

The announcement came from Nikkila, not Mei, with the Mikkian having been placed in charge of managing the test vessel. EX-1 was an entirely droid-piloted Defender II, with its armament stripped out and replaced with a ton of extra sensors. The Jump Gate’s partner was, as it happened, in the same system as IES-Beta. By far their most productive shipyard, they’d long since had to shift from getting materials to run it from the Ship Graveyard to various hidden mining operations. Not because the Graveyard lacked materials to pull from, but because the number of flights needed to move that material would have started drawing far too much attention. As it was, getting a way to more securely and clandestinely send IES-Beta materials would be an incredibly valuable first use for the Jump Gate network they were hoping to build.

They all watched with bated breath as EX-1 accelerated into and through the ‘tunnel’ of the hole in space, everyone looking to Nikkila as soon as it vanished from local space. The Mikkian rapidly tapped through command trees, accessing the QEC feed from the EX-1, then smiled hugely.

“Successful transit! EX-1 has arrived cleanly at IES-Beta Gate. No complications beyond a bit of turbulence! At least, not that we can detect so far. We’ll need to run tests, of course. Particularly on the organic matter and cloned tissue we sent through.”

There was a cheer all around, with Mei being the most overtop, bouncing around until Izuku caught her in a hug to keep her from accidentally pushing buttons or resetting the lever unintentionally. Though, on that note, Nikkila quickly proved just how unneeded the giant switch was with her next announcement.

“The prototype Gate is beginning to show system strain, shutting it down in five, four, three, two...one…mark.”

In a reversal of the previous sequence, the tunnel in space grew more chaotic as each projector went offline in sequence. Eventually, normal space returned as the still-unnamed energy it was made of vanished entirely.

“So far, integrity of local space seems normal. Though we’ll need a lot more tests to make sure that remains true.”

Nikkila’s follow up comment was met by nods from everyone, even Mei. One did not poke holes in space without making very sure you weren’t damaging space in the process. Not unless you were completely insane. Still, that could wait. For the first time in the last hour, Aayla spoke up.

“Now…let’s drug Mei to get her to sleep and prep for our vacation on a high note, shall we?”

There was laugher all around, even as Mei tried to protest, failing miserably to make a dent in their decision as Izuku threw her over one shoulder and spanked her lightly to shut down her protests…

… … …

“Annnddd we’re off!”

Aayla and Zavra gave little cheers and even Shaak Ti smiled. Mei was still busy sleeping off the crash once she’d come down from all the caf, so she wasn’t present in the cockpit for their jump to hyper. Asajj, despite being invited, had decided to stay behind. Considering how much time she and Asora had been spending together, and some of the things Izuku and Aayla had felt from the pair with their empathy, they had a good idea why. Which, frankly? Good for them if it worked out.

“Three days to our destination, whatever shall we do on this ship and its luxurious ways…”

The teasing comment from Aayla got a giggle out of Zavra and a snort from Izuku. Sadly, since they were looking to travel without being recognized, they hadn’t been able to take The Wandering Fate. Their personal ship was just a little bit too recognizable by now, and would have likely triggered quite a few alerts as they passed through Republic Space. Given they didn’t want to be up to their eyeballs in Hutt assassins while they were trying to relax, that had meant taking an alternative option. Thankfully, both his businesses and the League Intelligence Service maintained plenty of armed freighters and yachts they could pick from. Many of them were even modified by Anash, who’d long since been recruited for her talents in turning used ships into excellent assets. The fact that the ships had history making them better blend in on the spacelanes.

Their current ride, the Glittering Sapphire, was one such modified ship, though it was more unusual than most. It was a Starwind-class pleasure yacht, specifically acquired by LIS for agents that needed to move among the wealthy and influential. Already equipped with a pair of quad-lasers, the KDY-built Starwind series were meant to be secure transports for the rich. Which also meant incredibly fine interiors and extras like a holotheater, game room, and a zero-g relaxation chamber.

As a League Intelligence Service asset, it had, of course, been given an overhaul. Improved shields, some armoring, and additional hidden armament as well. Honestly, though, even that wouldn’t look the least bit out of place for the sort of people who normally owned Starwind-class yachts in the first place. At a million credits a pop new, the yachts were for high rollers who had reasons to be paranoid about their own security.

“Well, how do you all want to start on our relaxation? Holotheater? I admit I haven’t had much time to enjoy such things in the last few years.”

Izuku’s suggestion was happily seized on by the others, as apparently none of them actually had that much experience with Holotheater productions. The Jedi Order wasn’t exactly big on ‘idle recreational activities’ and they apparently hadn’t exactly been a thing that a Sith Apprentice could or would spend time on either. Mei probably would have gone stir crazy, but she was still passed out, working off her sleep deficit from mainlining caf and sugar to finish the Jump Gate prototype for testing.

It took a bit of back and forth to settle on what Izuku couldn’t help but think of as a movie, even if holo productions were more immersive than that. Action didn’t really appeal to any of them, given they were trying to relax after coming out of war zones. Comedy was deemed a better choice but was rarely a genre all on its own. A bit of searching through reviews on the holonet found them settling on a Mystery/Comedy mix that was supposed to be quite good.

Much to Izuku’s surprise, Shaak Ti settled into his side without hesitation, having beaten out an amused looking Zavra while Aayla took his opposite side…

… … …

Izuku loved it when a long-term plan came together. Sure, thinking ahead by buying up a resort under one of his many alternate names and shell companies probably wouldn’t seem like a long-term plan to most. After all, he owned multiple casinos, restaurants, and hundreds of others businesses, including many in the entertainment industry. Those had started as places to help ex-slaves get back on their feet. The Lucky Rabbit being a runaway success, now the single most famous and profitable casino on Cloud City, had been an eye opener.

A lot of ex-slaves had developed skills the hard way, which they didn’t actually mind using if they were being fairly paid for them. Not just pleasure slaves and dancers, either. Cooks, housekeepers, even artisans and crafters at times. They weren’t, by any measure, the single most common type of slave. But such people still were common. Providing places where they could work for fair pay, with minimal retraining needed, helped a lot of ex-slaves feel more secure in their new freedom. Such had been the original excuse when Izuku started diversifying into the entertainment sector more frequently. The fact that it had proven fertile ground for intelligence operations in the long run as well, so long as they didn’t overuse it, only helped to further justify the practice.

On the surface, his purchase of a Mid Rim resort and its renovation into Universal Studios Corusca was just another such enterprise. Only he and Aayla knew that he’d gone far more out of his way than usual to keep this specific property from getting anywhere remotely near his official holdings. Something he’d done, much to Aayla’s amusement at the time but understanding and appreciation now, to ensure there was somewhere nice they could go that would provide actual privacy.

Unlike Aayla, who hadn’t quite had the concept of what could happen if you popped up prominently enough in the news cycle for long enough, Izuku had seen the cost of being a famous Hero back on Earth. While some heroes and heroines had been lucky enough they could go unnoticed off duty, others like his own mentor were too recognizable to get away with that. So, when Izuku had realized that his own plan was inevitably going to make him famous if it didn’t kill him first, he’d taken steps.

Steps he deeply appreciated now since it meant they had a private beach to themselves, with no one knowing where they were to bother them. Yes, he absolutely loved it when a long-term plan paid off. Something that it was doing now quite nicely as he saw the four women that had come with him coming out of their changing room in bikinis. Perhaps some might have thought his appreciation of the sight odd, given that he regularly or semi-regularly saw three of the four naked. Those people, Izuku would cheerfully call fools to their face. His girls and Shaak Ti all looked amazing in skimpy bikinis, thank you very much!

“Izu! Sunscreen!”

Not to mention that there was that to look forward to, as Mei bounced over to him with a bottle of sunscreen. Technically, Mei and he were probably the only two that truly needed it, and he less than her due to the Force letting him absorb the extra UV with Tutaminis. That ability, also known as Force Absorb, allowed Jedi to absorb and convert various types of energy. A true Master could outright block a lightsaber bare-handed, but very few Jedi had ever reached that level of Mastery. At the same time, it was taught to every Jedi as part of a series of ‘utility’ abilities. Absorbing harsh sunlight that would normally burn, preventing sunburn in the process, was a common use for many races of Jedi.

That said, it still took effort, and they were here to relax. Mei in particular still needed it anyway, and Aayla would benefit from it even if she didn’t technically need it as Twi’leks were hardier than humans in that regard. She’d still suffer from dried out skin without the lotion, but she wouldn’t develop the burns that he or Mei would. He genuinely didn’t know if Togruta required it, and Sith very much didn’t need it, though he fully expected Zavra to demand a turn of having it applied anyway.

After all, the application of it was fun, in and of itself.

Smiling, he took the bottle from Mei and waved her to a set of beach towels he’d already laid out for everyone. She cheerfully bounced over to them…and removed her bikini top without a second thought, flashing her tits casually before lying out on her front. Grinning, Izuku straddled her back and got to work, fully intending to enjoy his boyfriend duties. Knowing Mei wasn’t the type to be still for very long, he didn’t stretch it out too long for her, though he made sure to take advantage of her willing vulnerability to work her up a bit. She outright pouted just a tiny bit when he didn’t spend longer on her tits, or push for more, but he gave her a grin and a spank to get her moving. They knew full well not to expect her to enjoy ‘normal’ beach activities, so they’d brought along her Wave Skimmer to tinker with, and she cheerfully went to play with her ‘Skimmer Baby MK 2.’

A grinning Ayala was next, and he spent a fair bit more time on her, not even Shaak Ti seeming to mind as his hands drew moans from his lover as he worked her over with far more unnecessary thoroughness than he had Mei. She too, pouted when he stopped, though she made hers a more deliberately outrageous thing…and didn’t bother putting her bikini top back on as she lounged about in the sun, grinning as his eyes tried to gravitate to her boobs.

Then, before Zavra could demand her own application, the unexpected voice of Shaak Ti spoke up.

“Hmmm, could you help me with my own, Izuku? Togruta are made for jungles, not beaches, so we need such things almost as much as humans do.”

His eyebrows only twitched a little. Shaak had gotten far closer to them in the last few months, their spars in particular becoming more and more charged as time went on. Add in the mild-but-obvious flirting she’d done with all of them aboard the Glittering Sapphire, and he wasn’t completely caught off guard. It was a definite escalation, of sorts, though. He could practically feel Aayla’s attempts not to vibrate in excitement over their bond. She really still had a thing for Shaak, or perhaps had a new and deeper appreciation beyond her original crush? Something which Izuku could admit he wasn’t immune to himself, Shaak Ti seemed to just click with him, Aayla and Zavra all three. She got along with Mei pretty decently as well, though hadn’t had as much exposure to their adorably chaotic inventor.

“Of course, if you’ll lay out on your towel, I’ll be happy to.”

-Lemon Starts Here-

He only had a brief warning from her smirk and a shot of mischief in her aura before Shaak Ti casually escalated still farther. She removed her bikini top just as Mei and Aayla had done…and then undid the side-tie of her bottoms and stepped out of them as well, without the slightest hesitation. The resulting full-frontal-nudity view of her as she languidly took the few steps to her towel and sank down was attention grabbing to say the least. Izuku’s breath had hitched in his throat, right along with Aayla’s, as he’d gotten his first look at Shaak completely nude. Exotically beautiful, with differences from the other girls he’d quite like to explore…

Shaking that thought off, Izuku pushed past his immediate reaction and forced himself to remain calm and in control as he repeated his previous actions, straddling Shaak Ti’s back and applying the ‘all species sun lotion’ to his hands first to let it warm a bit. Leaning forward, he started with Shaak Ti’s well-muscled shoulders. The moment he touched them and felt the sort of long-term tension there typical of fighters who didn’t properly take care of themselves, he realized the woman really needed a massage as much as sun protection. It was something he’d noticed in Aayla early on as well, the Jedi apparently not realizing that Force-induced muscle relaxation still wasn’t as good as more physical physiotherapy.

Immediately shifting gears a bit, he rubbed the lotion into her shoulders, slowly increasing the power he put into his fingers until he felt her tension start to release. Working each individual knot, using his thumbs to dig in and stretch the muscles, he quickly figured out the patterns that worked best for her somewhat alien musculature. She began to groan and moan, surprise and relief shooting through her emotions as he worked his way down her back and sides, working out knots she hadn’t even been truly aware of. Applying more lotion, he went back for a second pass, spreading it properly this time for coverage instead of massage, before flipping around and moving on to her legs. They were less tense, thankfully, though the difference caused an entirely different emotion to build in Shaak as he worked on them.

Arousal.

He’d felt some of that right from the start. Despite her calm appearance, his and Aayla’s empathy couldn’t be cheated, and he’d felt a moderately strong burst of arousal from Shaak as she bared herself to them. It hadn’t been simple lack of nudity taboo, but an intentional desire that was now growing further under his touch. The release of tension while he’d worked on her back had distracted from it slightly, but now it was spiking higher and higher as he worked his way up her legs. More, with her having stripped her bikini bottom he could see her pussy drooling as her arousal rose.

Mentally communing with Aayla and Zavra, he took a chance.

Shifting back around, he moved from straddling her waist to firmly trapping her legs in place. Then, somehow sensing hesitation would be wrong here, he firmly placed his hands on her ass and began to equally firmly mix massage and outright groping. Shaak Ti gasped, then moaned, low and breathy, her breathing coming faster and her arousal spiking through the roof. Apparently, at least for her, her rear was most decidedly a sweet spot, and his instincts pushed him into ruthlessly taking advantage of it.

Of all the girls he’d laid hands on this way, Shaak was perhaps the one who most fit the definition of ‘thicc’ that the internet of Earth had idolized. Her rear wasn’t as soft and malleable as Mei’s, his sexy inventor the only true civilian among them. Mei was in good shape, yes, but had a light layer of padding in certain places that just wasn’t possible at the extreme levels of fitness the others possessed. In Shaak, however, some quirk of Togrutan biology had produced something similar. She was just as fit as Aayla was but, just as Aayla’s own physiology provided her with boobs larger than anyone of her insane fitness should have been able to develop, Shaak’s did something similar.

She, entirely naturally, had more soft tissue in certain places than would make sense on a human of similar fitness. Her breasts, he was pretty sure, were at least a cup size larger than Aayla’s, even if that wasn’t so obvious as she was taller and a bit broader of build as well. Her butt, on the other hand, was a work of art. Heart shaped to Aayla’s round, with a certain, satisfying give to it despite the firm muscle underneath. Sensitive, too, in a way that took him a minute of massaging and groping to properly figure out. When it finally clicked, and the new information slotted in with a few other things he knew about Togrutans, he smirked…and firmly smacked her ass.

The result was one of the lewdest moans he’d ever heard in his life, accompanied by the feeling that she’d very nearly cum from that strike.

Grinning in satisfaction at his guess being right, Izuku built on the pieces that had clicked together by rubbing the slightly reddened spot with one hand…and dipping his fingers between her legs with the other. He didn’t tease or gently work her up. Instead, he plunged three fingers into Shaak’s pussy without warning or hesitation. She came, instantly and hard, and then came a second time when he brought his hand down to smack her ass even harder a second time. He could feel what she wanted now, and so could Aayla and Zavra.

Aayla was the faster to act, scrambling behind Izuku to pull down his trunks. His cock, rock hard by this point, sprung out from its confinement even as Izuku leaned forward and captured Shaak’s arms, pulling them behind her. She struggled for a moment, but he could feel both with his empathy and through her own blatant excitement in the Force that it wasn’t an actual attempt to escape. It was just a test of his strength, an instinctive one built right into her species’ genetic code.

Togrutans were predators, ones who’d only relatively recently joined the Republic. As in within the last two hundred years. Despite being technologically advanced, boasting a considerable military that had actually outright warred with the Republic successfully a century or so before that, Shili and its colonies were almost primal. Most Togrutans eschewed cities to live in tribal settlements, bare feet were the norm as the species considered the ground sacred and felt more at home in contact with it. They were a lot like Wookiees, in many ways. Advanced, yet retaining a primal core that most never realized they hid.

Apparently, on an instinct level, that translated to Togrutan mating practices being partially about strength and dominance. Izuku doubted it was as true with Shaak Ti, raised by the Jedi Order, as it was for a Togrutan raised entirely on Shili among their own kind. But clearly at least part of it was outright instinct. Which firmly explained why their spars had been getting more and more heated over time. She was clearly attracted to him, to Aayla as well, and Zavra too he was fairly certain. Now it abruptly occurred to him that he might as well have been flirting with her in some of their more recent and intense spars.

Today, apparently, she’d decided to give a rather big hint and he was thankful that the possibility she might be genuinely interested was something he, Aayla, Zavra, and Mei had already discussed.

Something that was evidence in full as Aayla pressed diamond-hard nipples into his back and helped him line up his cock, even as he, in turn, used the Force to pull Shaak’s hips off the ground. He kept her lower legs trapped, her body folding at the knees as her hips came up and her tits and face were pressed more firmly down into the ground. Shaak’s excitement was practically shouting in the Force, unconsciously urging him on, and he found himself roughly thrusting into her depths without any further buildup. That plunge set Shaak off again, her internals clamping down on his cock even as she cried out her third release.

Izuku was thankful for the few seconds she was occupied with that, as he was forced to rapidly process the new sensations of yet another exotically alien pussy. If he’d been caught completely off guard, he might have lost it immediately. As it was, he had been curious enough to look Togrutan anatomy up after a few too many charged encounters with Shaak. In some ways, her sex was the most alien of any of his lovers. Not in external appearance, there bearing a fairly similar look to Aayla, if in oranges instead of blues.

Internally, was another matter entirely, as the Togrutan biological predisposition to multiplicity like their lekku, montrals, and multiple stomachs extended elsewhere. Togrutan females had no clits. Instead, their inner walls were lined with hundreds of nerve-laden nubs. No single one of them had anywhere close to the same sensitivity as a human or Twi’lek clit, but combined Shaak had nearly as many nerve endings in total as Zavra’s arrangement of both a human style clit and multiple nerve-heavy internal rings.

Only, Shaak’s were spread out in such a way that contact with a goodly amount of them was near-constant from the moment of penetration, and every thrust would be like an electric current sliding through her body in waves. All while providing him with an exotic texture unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Even just grinding with small movements would likely make her cum quickly, yet the arrangement was clearly built for much more than just grinding.

Adjusting, Izuku pulled back, bracing himself to give Shaak exactly what her body was built for. If his first thrust had been rough, his second was even harder, and his third would have been downright bruising to a human woman as he put quite a bit of his strength into it. Which, of course, was the connection he’d finally made when he was exploring her gloriously padded ass and its surprising sensitivity. Togrutans were apparently built to be absolutely railed, with that padding and the sensitivity of her rear making complete sense as an adaptation, when the expectation was to be hammered hard from behind.

Something Izuku set about doing with extreme gusto, and which quickly caused Shaak to come completely unglued as she began repeatedly cumming her brains out. Thankfully, it was immediately obvious her body was built for that too, to an even greater extent than Aayla’s was, and so Izuku poured on the steam, trying to find her limit. By the time he found it, he was actually using the Force to amplify his strength slightly to hit the perfect sweet spot, as well as to try and keep himself from cumming his brains out under the incredibly sensations all those internal nubs and her wildly spasming pussy were providing.

He didn’t last more than a handful of minutes before pumping hot cum into her depths. Thankfully, the Force was a fantastic aid in stamina, as he sensed Shaak wasn’t anywhere near satiated with from just the first round…

-Lemon Ends Here-

… … …

The days after Izuku first made Shaak Ti pass out from pleasure on the beach had been bliss. That same night, of course, they’d properly talked to Shaak about what she was looking for. The Jedi Master had, for the first time any of them had seen, been a little embarrassed. She’d admitted that, originally, she’d considered seeking a ‘friends with benefits’ sort of relationship with them. That, surprisingly enough, actually wasn’t against the rules of the Jedi Order. It was emotional attachment, not sex, which was considered a problem by the leadership of the current Jedi Order. She’d also been quick to explain that, over time, she’d realized both that their own existing arrangement didn’t really work that way…and that she didn’t want it to either.

Personally, even if Shaak hadn’t admitted it, Izuku suspected that she’d experienced a certain amount of contamination by interacting with other groups of Force users. Combined with the Togrutan instincts toward community, which were strong enough not even Jedi training could rid one of them entirely, and Shaak had found herself longing for something a bit more meaningful. Apparently, that realization had happened a solid month before their little vacation, but it had taken time for Shaak to reconcile her desires and beliefs. It also explained why she’d taken a trip to the Ossus Academy at one point during that time. Her stated reasons of wanting to expose her Padawan to the training there had been real enough, but he suspected that she’d also taken time to speak with Ood Bnar and listen to the Shan Family Holocrons.

The net result was that she wanted to join their relationship in full.

Much to her visible relief, they’d all immediately agreed. Aayla and Zavra the most enthusiastically, though for entirely different reasons. Mei had just seen it as another friend she could do ‘sexy fun things’ with, and Izuku himself could freely admit he’d caught more than enough feels to welcome her to their odd little group. The new addition had spiced up the vacation, both in the bedroom and out, with Izuku and Aayla both insisting on proper dates and romance time for Shaak Ti along with more carnal pursuits.

They’d all left in high spirits, even if none of them were particularly looking forward to their next trip. The vacation had been as much them bracing for upcoming annoyances as relaxing from the war effort. Though, at least they’d get to see Padmé again unexpectedly soon…

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A/N 1: Mei's Jump Gate tech is slowly coming along toward usefulness. Not all applications of it will be available at once. It's MEANT to be something they iterate on over time, rather than one massive and already perfect development that changes everything. It will be one of the keys to them being an out-of-all-proportion threat by the time of the Clone Wars, though.

A/N 2: Woooo! Shaak Ti joins the harem! I hope I've done enough interaction with them up to this point to make it feel natural, and that people like/enjoy the species/cultural bits I added. I've said it before and I'll say it again now, I always hate it when you have manifestly alien characters who act entirely and utterly human. Both in culture/society AND even in physiology/psychology. So with each of the alien girls in the harem, I've tried to make both their anatomy and mindset unique, rather than copy and pasted over from human.