Chapter 39: Maris Brood

In the end, what truly decides it for Tylo is Aayla’s own heart felt plea. A natural consequence of finally letting someone in on his secret, he couldn’t exactly pretend like he didn’t hear her. If he didn’t play along here, he would be directly going against what Aayla wanted to do. Not only would that run counter to everything he’d just done by telling Aayla the truth about… well, about everything, but it would also be most unconducive to their continued relationship as Master and Padawan. Yes, that was the primary reason that Tylo was happy to go along with it. It certainly wasn’t because Maris Brood was a lithe, nubile cutie of a Zabrak, and he wanted to induct her into the ways of their domicile lifestyle. Certainly not. … Luckily, he was the only one in here who could read minds, and he had an excellent poker face. Stepping up beside Aayla, his dick still out and his body just as bared as Aayla’s own beautiful blue Twi’lek form, Tylo offers a nod of agreement and a bright smile to Shaak Ti. “Master Secura is right, Master Ti. After all, it’s not like we can keep it from her… not now.” The Togruta Jedi Master flushes, shifting from foot to foot for a moment before letting out a drawn-out sigh. In this case, her thoughts end up lining up exactly with her words. No… no, I suppose we can’t~ “No… no, I suppose we can’t.” The difference is in their tone. In her mind, Shaak Ti sounds aroused as all hell to Tylo’s inner ‘ear’. Outwardly, she manages to affect an exasperated, if fond tone as she gazes at the two of them drily. Maris, meanwhile, is blushing even harder, her pale white complexion positively made for it as she squirms. I-I’ve never done anything s-sexual before… but I’ve always wanted to! It’s Tylo’s turn to toss a dry look towards his fellow Padawan. Yeah, that was about par for the course when it came to female Jedi, wasn’t it? “Maris, as I mentioned previously, this is Jedi Master Aayla Secura and Padawan Tylo Vondin. They are… an excellent form of stress relief and… moving meditation. Let me make myself clear. You do not have to rely upon them if you do not want to. It is wholly up to you whether you choose to…” “I-I would like to engage in moving meditation, Master! H-How do we begin?” Now, Shaak Ti’s exasperated look is directed at Maris. Both Tylo and Aayla grin though, exchanging a quick glance as Aayla sends Tylo a purposeful thought. She’ll fit right in, won’t she? Tylo just nods slightly, letting Aayla know that she’s right on the money with that. In short order, things have… progressed. Namely, Master Ti has removed her robes and tunic, and instructed Maris to take off her top as well. With the two alien Jedi stripped down to their pants and nothing else, Shaak Ti walks her new Padawan forward, and instructs the trembling Zabrak to kneel before him. Maris does so instantly, dropping to her knees so hard that the sound makes Tylo wince. But far from seeming like she’s in pain, the pale Zabrak stares unabashedly at his cock, standing at attention inches from her face. S-So big… so… meaty… “This is a cock, Padawan. Specifically, it is Padawan Vondin’s cock. I’m sure he would not mind you touching it. Would you, Tylo?” Tylo doesn’t need to be able to read Shaak Ti’s mind to know the look she sends him is one that brooks no argument. To be fair, he wasn’t about to ruin the fun now, was he? “Of course not. Go ahead, Maris. Explore to your heart’s content.” As soon as permission is given, Maris’ hands are on his dick. She gasps at the heat and the feel of it, her thoughts all geared towards what she’s currently experiencing. Tylo listens in, amused and also greatly turned on by the virgin sense of wonder that his fellow Padawan is extruding. A more experienced Jedi… or Senator as the case may be, was absolutely fine too, but he could admit that there was something special about being a young slut like Maris’ first time doing… anything. Stepping around and kneeling down alongside Shaak Ti and Maris, Aayla leans in close on the Zabrak’s free side and grins up at him as she whispers in her ear. “Try licking it. If you like the taste… try putting it in your mouth.” M-my mouth? Maris’ wonderous thoughts continue, even as she takes Aayla’s advice. She licks at first, tonguing his glans at the tip of his member for a brief moment… and then she opens wide, stretching her jaw to take him in her mouth. As she begins to suck him off for the first time, inexperienced and clearly experimenting, but with some eagerness and enthusiasm to off-set both downsides, Tylo half-expects Aayla or Shaak Ti to ‘take control’ and ‘teach’ Maris more directly. But neither of the more experienced female Jedi do so. Rather, Aayla clearly has other plans in mind, because as Maris starts blowing him, the blue-skinned Twi’lek turns to Shaak Ti, catches her by the cheek, and guides the Togruta Jedi Master into a deep, tongue-filled kiss. The sight is an incredibly erotic one, but Tylo can’t focus on it. He has to focus on the matter, or rather, the virgin he has at hand. Looking down into Maris’ eyes, he can see that any distraction on his part would be doing his fellow Padawan a great disservice at this point. Especially because she’s trying to throat his cock but is clearly not quite ready for that yet. J-Just a little more. I can t-take it! Spoiler alert, she could not take it. Shaking his head, Tylo grabs hold of Maris by her dreadlocks and pulls her back off of his cock, leaving the Zabrak gasping and panting for breath, as well as slightly panicked. “D-Did I do something wrong?” “No, Maris. You were fine. In fact, you got me ready for what comes next.” N-Next? Her stutter following her both inside and outside her head was a little cute, but hopefully it would clear up once she got some actual experience under her belt, because Tylo could see it getting annoying. Alternatively, he could fuck it out of her. With a pull of the Force, Tylo yanks Maris up off her knees. The Zabrak Padawan yelps as she flies up into the air and into his arms, which wrap around her and clasp at her ass. In turn, she instinctively clings to him, wrapping her arms and legs around his naked body. Alas, she’s still wearing her pants… and besides, standing sex isn’t the best way to introduce a first timer, in Tylo’s humble opinion. So, he walks them both over to the nearby couch, and lays Maris down, before taking his time slowly and sensually pulling her tight, form-fitting pants down off of her body. As her pale hips, thighs, and legs come into view, along with her puffy, glistening pussy mound, Maris is bright red, and her thoughts are a mess. But her desire is obvious, and so Tylo takes hold of his cock and slides up between her legs, plying his dick at the entrance of her sex as he gives her an encouraging smile. “O-Oh! A-Ah!” Put it in! Putitinputitinputitin! With no reason not to comply, Tylo does as he’s ‘told’. His cock slides right in, despite Maris Brood definitely being a virgin. She’s also an older Padawan Learner however, with all the training that entails. He’s not surprised that, with how wet she is, the loss of her virginity is barely a passing foot note for the young Zabrak woman. His cock does get caught about halfway by the sheer clenching of her cunt muscles however… until Tylo pulls back and thrusts in even harder, slamming right on through her involuntary resistance. BY THE FOOOOOORCE!!! Watching Maris’ eyes go crossed and her tongue stick ever so slightly out of her mouth in such a cute, adorable manner really does it for him, and before he knows it, Tylo is going ham on his fellow Padawan, fucking her tight, toned body all the harder. She’s definitely built for it, even if it’s only her first time. She’s got all the curves and muscles in all the right places for Tylo to take her to pound town… and then leave her there. Because it’s clear to him that he and Aayla need to have a chat with Shaak Ti. And that Maris doesn’t need to be there for it. So, he’s not exactly gentle, nor does he take things slowly. He gives Maris his full attention… with every intention of fucking her into a stupor she will require some time to recover from. Utilizing the techniques, he originally learned from Master Unduli and then went on to improve upon on his own, Tylo gives Maris quite a hefty dose of specialized ‘Force Healing’, along with the powerful, rough physical dicking she’s experiencing for the first time in her life. Sogoodsogoodsogoodso-mmrrrghll… To her credit, his fellow Padawan lasts a while. Long enough that Tylo can hear Aayla’s thoughts getting impatient behind him, though he doesn’t focus enough to hear exactly what she’s ‘saying’. Finally, though, Maris is out of it, completely insensate… and Tylo finishes all over her pale body, coating her in his seed and leaving her moaning as her eyes flutter and her trembling figure twitches from the aftershocks of the numerous orgasms he brought her to. Nodding his head decisively at a job well done, Tylo turns away from Maris to find Aayla and Shaak Ti are very much waiting for him. The Twi’lek has taken the liberty of stripping her fellow Jedi Master the rest of the way naked, and Shaak Ti is currently on her back, with Aayla partially leaning over her. Kneeling by the Togruta’s side, Aayla kisses Shaak Ti deeply… while at the same time reaching down to play with her fellow Master’s pussy lips in a way that is CLEARLY an invitation to Tylo specifically. Get over here already, Padawan. Heh, as his Master commands. Striding over, Tylo kneels down between Shaak Ti’s legs… and slides right into her. With Aayla’s mouth covering Shaak Ti’s and her head obscuring the Togruta’s vision, the sudden penetration is a surprise. Moaning into her fellow Jedi Master’s lips, Shaak Ti clenches down around him… and then pushes Aayla away with the Force. Rocked back onto her knees, Aayla looks surprised for a moment, even as Shaak Ti pushes herself up onto her elbows and looks at the two of them, her red tits jiggling and bouncing with Tylo’s every thrust. “Enough beating around the bush, you two. You have me right where you want me… as always. But there’s something else this time, isn’t there? So, nngh, let’s get down to it.” Best we talk before I lose all semblance of sanity from the Padawan’s big fat cock. … Fair point. Tylo looks to Aayla, not sure what she wants to say or tell Shaak Ti in this moment. The Twi’lek just smiles encouragingly at him. Just follow my lead, Padawan. “We have something of a situation on our hands, Shaak. And I’m not talking about the war… though it’s very much connected to that. This is something pertaining to Tylo himself. Tell me… have you ever heard of the Fallen Jedi Jaesa Willsaam?” Wait, what? Tylo keeps the confusion off his face, even as Shaak Ti has to think for a moment before nodding. “Yes, I’m familiar with her tale.” Well, he wasn’t! Luckily, Aayla could give him the cliff-notes version without Shaak Ti being any the wiser. Listen carefully Padawan. Jaesa Willsaam was a Jedi Padawan who lived millennia ago, during a time period where the Sith still had an Empire and the Jedi and the Republic were hard pressed to fully defeat them. She ultimately fell to the Dark Side and joined the Sith. But that’s not the important part of her story. “I assume you know of her special ability then… her particular affinity for Force Sight?” Jaesa Willsaam had a special form of Force Sight. One that allowed her to see an individual’s personality traits and alignment in the Force at a single glance. “Indeed. What… mm, what of it?” Tylo is still fucking Shaak Ti, albeit slowly and casually while she and Aayla converse. “After much research into the subject, it is our belief that Tylo shares this special form of Force Sight.” Shaak Ti’s eyes widen at that, and she looks between the two of them. Her thoughts are colored with disbelief, even as Tylo’s own thoughts are racing. He’s busy processing everything Aayla is saying and thinking and figuring out how to make everything he knows fit through that lens. He gets a handful of moments, before Shaak Ti speaks up. “… Why do you think this?” “Think about it, Shaak. Think about all that has happened. Between you and Tylo. Tylo and I. All three of us.” A shudder goes through the Togruta Jedi Master, and she blushes profusely as she comes to the only reasonable conclusion. … It makes perfect sense. Even Aayla can tell that Shaak Ti has accepted what she’s saying as the truth, because the Twi’lek smiles and nods in Tylo’s direction. “Go on, Tylo. Tell her.” He can only hope he’s going to get this right, but Aayla seems to trust him to say what he needs to say. Clearing his throat, cock still buried in Shaak Ti’s clenching alien pussy, Tylo looks the Jedi Master right in the eye. “Master Ti… after all that I experienced these past weeks… I believe the Kaminoan Prime Minister is in league with the Sith.” … What? “… That is… quite the accusation, Padawan.” Nodding his head, Tylo goes on to explain. “His alignment is as Dark Side as they come, Master. I only caught a glimpse of Count Dooku, but they… they had the same dark souls. Even… even the Bounty Hunter Janga Fett wasn’t as dark as the Prime Minister. I fear that the Prime Minister is cooperating directly with the Sith… and that the Clone Army is compromised.” There’s a beat, before Shaak Ti comes to a decision to tell them. Tylo reads this in her mind, and thus isn’t surprised when she pushes him back and sits up. It seems the sex has to wait, because now they’re getting serious. “… The Jedi High Council is aware of something rotten at play in the Republic’s new ‘Grand Army’. When Master Kenobi questioned Janga Fett on Kamino, she said she was hired by a man named Tyrannus, NOT Master Sifo-Diyas as the Kaminoans claimed. There are some on the council who have wondered if Tyrannus might be a SITH name…” Pressing her lips together, Shaak Ti looks between the two of them. “I have been chosen by the rest of the Jedi Council to represent the Republic on Kamino. I and Maris will be personally overseeing the training and development of all future clone forces on the planet.” Hesitating for only a moment, Shaak Ti comes to a decision, one that Tylo sees before she even says it out loud. “I could look into this matter once I’m there. Or… I could push for you both to join Maris and I on our assignment, to increase the contingent of Jedi on Kamino and double the amount of attention we can put on this problem.” Oh. That was… an idea, wasn’t it? A glance at Aayla, and a ‘look’ into her mind lets Tylo know that she’s just as caught off guard and unsure about the possibility as he is. Having Master Ti looking into things would be great. But being able to directly look into things themselves… wouldn’t that be even better?