Chapter 11: Darra Thel-Tanis Pt. 2

Well heck, if she was going to give him a script, then Tylo would be damn sure to follow it. Finishing up his final kata, Tylo straightens up and performs a salute with his practice lightsaber to the empty air in front of him. Then, he turns it off and spins on his heel, beginning to walk over to where Darra is currently stood. Upon seeing his approach, the ginger Padawan reacts far less formally, freezing up and then turning to him with wide eyes as she holds her lit lightsaber at her side, seeming unsure what to do with it. A quick glance down at it from Tylo sees her remembering herself and thumbing it off as she flushes with embarrassment. “Darra Thel-Tanis. I would like to formally challenge you to a spar, right here, right now.” B-By the Force! Is this actually happening?! Gulping audibly, the ginger Padawan trembles, shaking even as she licks her lips. “O-Oh? Um… I…” Seeing that he’s going to have to carry this impromptu roleplay, Tylo lets out a short sigh and then pins Darra with a stern gaze. “We were initiates together, if you don’t remember me. I know that you were taken as a Padawan by Master Soara Antana, a lightsaber virtuoso. I’m curious to see what you’ve learned, to see if you’ve been keeping up with your studies.” Despite following along with her script, Darra’s mouth does not open to loudly proclaim that she had. It does open, but no words come out, her mouth opening and closing for a few moments before she realizes what she’s doing and the embarrassment she’s making of herself and clams up entirely. Worried that he might be blurring the line between fantasy and reality a bit too much here, Tylo goes off script himself, and decides to give her an out. “I understand if you’re too busy for a spar… we can test one another’s skills another time, if you like…?” He trails off, fully prepared to be shut down. It would be a good lesson for him, in how one’s thoughts do not always match one’s willingness to commit to certain actions. Darra Thel-Tanis would be his first virgin, his first inexperienced female Jedi. He wouldn’t want to rush her into anything she’d regret… “N-No! No, I… I would appreciate a spar with you now, Padawan Vondin. I c-can show you all the skills that Master Antana has imparted to me!” I can’t screw this up! I need to prove myself to him! That daydream from earlier… no matter how hot it was, I’ve got my Master to consider! I need to make her proud! Smiling a little, Tylo nods at Darra’s sudden outspoken determination. Together, the two of them move until they’re facing off with the appropriate amount of distance between them, lifting their practice lightsabers and igniting them at the same time. As the blades of contained plasma lance out, Tylo steps forward, a quick two step that takes him into Darra’s space and allows him to swing a telegraphed blow overhead. To her credit, she blocks it and quickly counterattacks, forcing him to dance backwards as the spar begins in earnest. No one else is around to observe them really, it’s just the two of them in this section of the yard, their practice sabers clashing again and again as they put to use the work that their respective Masters have put into them. Darra is undeniably talented; Tylo can tell that right off the bat. Her Master has indeed imparted quite a lot knowledge to her regarding lightsaber technique… knowledge that Tylo is stealing as they spar. Because in the end, that’s where his advantages lie, and it’s one of the two reasons that he basically can’t lose this fight. Even as Darra is blocking and attacking and counterattacking, Tylo has a front row seat to what she’s going to do next. Her moves are laid out in her head before him for him to look at and incorporate into his own fighting. He literally knows what she’s going to do long before she does it. Sometimes, he takes advantage of this and forces her to adapt, just to see the sparks fire in her head and watch as she changes her plans on the fly. But most of the time, he simply uses this advantage to stay a few steps ahead of her, effectively toying with her without outright challenging her too hard. He doesn’t need to work very hard because of the second reason that he can’t lose… in spite of Darra’s determination to make her Master proud and her overall eagerness to prove herself capable to him… there’s a low undercurrent beneath it all that still wants to lose to him, that still wants him to be disappointed in her so that he’ll take advantage of her. As well, the longer they spar, the more aroused Darra gets. Him going blow for blow for her, and even seeming to predict every move she makes, it is turning the Jedi Padawan on immensely, leaving her dripping with desire, her libido exploding as her movements slowly but surely get sloppier and sloppier. Finally, with one fell swoop, Tylo smacks the stunning edge of his training saber past Darra’s guard, swiping it across each of her wrists, effectively disarming her. The young human woman lets out a small cry as her fingers spasm and her saber clatters to the ground. If this were a real lightsaber fight, she wouldn’t have hands anymore, and they both know immediately that the spar is over, with Tylo the victor. I knew he would win; I just knew it. Now if only the rest of my daydream could come true… but no, the real world doesn’t work that way, does it? “T-Thank you for the spar.” As Darra bows low, Tylo simply grunts. If she still wanted it, who was he to deny her? “Darra…” His feigned disappointment was well-acted in Tylo’s opinion, and it caused a jolt to go through the young woman as she looked up at him, wide eyed. Staring her down quite sternly once more, Tylo clips his saber to his belt. “Gather your saber and follow me.” Not waiting for a response, knowing that she would follow, Tylo turns and begins a crisp walk towards the exit. A moment later, the other Padawan is changing after him. He leads her through the halls of the Temple in silence, all the way to his and Aayla’s quarters. Of course, with Aayla away, it’s just his quarters right now. He’s got them all to himself… which means there’s no one to stop him from bringing a girl home, so to speak. Coming to a stop outside of his quarters, Tylo palms the door control and then gestures as he stands aside. “Inside, now.” Darra is quivering as she follows his instructions, her thoughts a complete mess of excitement and doubt. It’s not possible, right? How could her fantasy possibly be playing out, right before her eyes? Closing and locking the door behind him, Tylo follows Darra to where the female Padawan has stopped in the middle of the meditation room. Having fucked Aayla here more times than he can count, Tylo decides it’s as good a spot as any other and when Darra turns to him, he points down to his feet. “Kneel, Thel-Tanis.” “W-What?!” Oh, right. She wanted him to force her to her knees. Reaching out, Tylo grabs Darra by her ginger hair and pulls harshly. “I said, kneel.” Ohhhh Force~ Her legs quiver and her knees knock together as she all but collapses to the floor, experiencing a mini-orgasm from the domination without him having even done anything yet. Letting out a small, exasperated growl at the sluttiness seemingly inherent in all female Jedi, Tylo holds Darra by the hair with one hand and pulls out his cock with the other, slapping it down across her young face as she flinches back, eyes shutting briefly. “Well? This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Darra jolts at that, clearly startled for a moment. How could he possibly know?! Hastily covering up for his momentary lapse, Tylo growls. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice the sloppiness out there, Thel-Tanis? The way you were moving by the end of our spar… you were thinking about the saber betwixt my legs far more than the saber in my hands. Seems to me that you need a little cock in you, then maybe you can actually concentrate on the spar.” Darra blushes at that, her confusion dying down and embarrassment and shame raising in it’s place. But then she goes cross-eyed just looking at his member, and a small coy smile spreads across her lips. “T-There’s nothing little about your cock, Vondin…” Caught off guard by her joke, Tylo snorts in amusement. Then, he hardens his gaze and rubs his cock against her face a little harder. “You will address me as ‘sir’ until you’ve proven yourself worthy of being my peer. Is that understood?” Another shudder of pleasure rushes through the young padawan as he dips back into her fantasy of domination and subjugation. “Y-Yes sir… I’m sorry sir… y-you’re right, I got so… so caught up thinking about you. I’ve always thought about you, sir. I knew you had a big cock, I just knew-mmph!” Shutting her up in the middle of what was frankly an embarrassingly lewd confession, Tylo slips his cock into her mouth and silences her in one fell swoop. As she eagerly begins to suckle and lick at his cockhead, he sighs, looking down into her expressive, vibrant eyes. “I know. Now, suck.” “Mmmm~” That might have been her attempt at saying ‘Yes sir’. Tylo doesn’t much care, he’s too busy enjoying his first young mouth. With a loud groan, he buries himself past Darra’s lips and halfway down her throat, only for her to choke much more violently then Aayla would. He pulls back a bit to give her more room to breathe, and slowly eases her in to deep throating his cock instead. Still, there’s something to be said about having a virgin suck his dick. Darra’s inexperience is obvious, even in her thoughts. She doesn’t know what she’s doing… but she so desperately wants to do a good job anyways. Tylo begins calling out instructions, and Darra is quick and eager to follow them, her complete lack of knowledge when it comes to fellatio made up for by her overwhelming enthusiasm to learn. As much fun as it was when his Master submitted to him orally, vaginally, or even anally, there was still an overwhelming sluttiness to everything Aayla did. An experienced sluttiness, even. She was the older woman in their relationship, and while he knew it wasn’t true, at times it could feel like she was… humoring him, after a fashion. But with Darra, that feeling was nowhere to be found. The ginger Padawan really had no clue what to do, and with Tylo’s experience, he was decidedly in charge, not just dominating her, but teaching her. It was fun being the teacher for once, fun being the one who knew the most, rather than just the one taking advantage of a slutty Jedi Knight or Master. By the time he’s getting close to cumming, Darra is sucking cock like a pro… or at least, well on her way to doing so. She’s also given in to her own desires at this point and has brought her hands down between her legs and under her tunic and pants, clearly fingering herself as she bobs up and down on his member. With a loud groan, Tylo tightens his grip on Darra’s hair, pulling her head back slightly so she’s looking up into his eyes while continuing to slobber all over his dick. “I’m getting close, Darra. You’ve been a good little cocksucker, so I’ll let you decide… where do you want it?” The young Padawan pauses for a moment, thinking it over… literally. Oooh, his cum, I want to drink it… no, I want to wear it! Oh, fuck, what should I do, what should I do?” Tylo lets out a loud groan as he gets closer and closer to the edge, and his grip on her hair loosens to give her the room to decide for herself. In the end, just as he begins cumming, Darra pulls back, popping his cock out of her mouth and tilting her face up so that she catches all of his glorious seed all over her face and chest and even some in her hair. She takes his load like the horny little Jedi slut she is, panting heavily as his cum coats her from her forehead to her chin and then some. What she manages to catch on her lolled out tongue, she rolls back into her mouth and gulps down noisily. The rest she seems to wear like a badge of pride, gleefully happy to have been able to suck his cock and get covered in his cum. The inevitable conclusion to all of this seems clear. He’s going to fuck her next, bend her over and plow her silly while she drips his seed all over the floor. His cock is twitching, and her pussy is drooling, and her thoughts are going wild with excitement. And then a beeping on her commlink causes Darra to come out of her revery and lust and as she looks down, Tylo can practically hear the death knells on a wonderful night. “Ah, shit… that’s my Master, wondering where I am. Apparently, she came to find me in the training yard, but I was nowhere to be seen…” Force damn it! I really wanted Tylo to fuck me too! Mm, maybe he still will. Maybe ‘Sir’ won’t let me go that easily… Standing up, Darra begins reluctantly getting herself back together, saving cleaning her face off for last, as if she wants him to stop her. Tylo, for his part, is indecisive. Should he really monopolize his fellow Padawan’s time at the expense of her Master? Master Antana probably wouldn’t like that very much. Alternatively… he could tell Darra to invite her over. That had the chance of backfiring, however. He had yet to actually meet Soara Antana yet. What were the odds she was the first Jedi Master who wouldn’t crumple into submission before his domineering personality? He could end up causing greater issues for himself with that option. Or… he could just let Darra go, and find an opportunity to finish the job so to speak a moment later. Technically, he’d gotten satisfaction, already having enjoyed himself with her mouth. Decisions… decisions…