"Anakin!"
"Anakin do you copy?!"
The harsh static buzzed out into the darkness of the cave, dust and rubble still spilling around the young Padawan as he lay on his back, nursing a bruised and lightly bleeding head.
"Anakin! Are you alright?!" Obi-Wan's voice soon came into focus, blaring through Anakin's commlink, laying next to him, dented by some of the debris but functional nonetheless, the young man reached down, scooping it up as he slowly regained his bearings, sitting upright and glancing around the mysterious borough he found himself within.
"I'm alright Master, just a bump on the head... the floor must have been unstable." He called back into his device, head peering upwards into the blinding light pouring in from the ceiling, the only light visible in this void of darkness he inhabited.
"Well stay put, I'll get you out of there, we need to head to the evac and we don't have time for cave diving!" The buzzing static blared back, a distant shadow above waved over him as he was soon faced with the end of a lengthy rope, dropped down from above, his Master calling down with a mighty echo. "Take hold and I'll pull you up!"
The Padawan blinked, shaking his head briefly as he took a hold of the rope, pulling against it as he hoisted himself to his feet only to then release it as Obi-Wan hoisted it back up.
"Anakin! Keep a hold of it!" *His voice echoed down again as the rope lowered, however, the Master found himself without a response, no voice called up, no weight took a hold of the rope, just silence. "Anakin? Anakin?!"
The Padawan had wandered away from the light and the calls of his Master, eyes now attuned to the cave, he began to slowly make his way forward, a faint whisper at the back of his mind, a tingle down his spine, something was calling out to his senses from the darkness, begging for him, for his presence, begging to be found. He continued further into the black nothing ahead of him, soon reaching to his belt to draw his Lightsaber, lifting it high into the air before igniting, the blue blade hissing to life, flooding the area around him with a cold, dim glow. The cave was narrow, straight and angled, very few curves could be noticed on the rocky walls, this place was obviously carved out, but for what? He soon began to regress from his delve before something caught his eye, a faint glimmer in the wall of the cave, reflecting the glow of the Lightsaber, still clutched in his Cybernetic arm. Stepping closer the glimmer shifted into a dark red glow, revealing itself to the Padawan, a Sith Holocron, a vessel of power and knowledge of the Darkside. A dangerous tool in the right hands.
'Come... come to me... come and claim your prize...'
The voice hissed out to him, drawing him ever closer to the Holocron, slowly reaching his left hand towards it, his fingers drew closer, and closer, almost touch-
"ANAKIN!"
The harsh static of his Commlink blared out, echoing around the cave, almost deafening the boy as he nearly jumped out of his own skin, quickly regaining his composure as he swiftly answered the call.
"Master! I'm sorry, I- uh... couldn't find the rope... a bit lost in the dark found it now!"
He let out a low sigh, pocketing the Comm once again before resting his gaze upon the artefact, breath slowly calming as he found himself drawn closer once again, electing to reach out this time, snatching it up and slotting it into the pocket of his robes, soon making his way back to the rope and his Master. The climb back up was short, the assistance from Obi-Wan and the rope made easy work, all Anakin had to do was nudge himself off a few rocks and soon he was topside.
"I think we've had enough sight-seeing on Korriban for one day, don't you Anakin?" Obi-Wan turned to Anakin, his brows furrowed but a smile resting upon his lips as he brushed some rubble and dust of his Padawan's shoulders.
"I don't understand why Master Yoda requests our presence here, the war is elsewhere, it's a waste of Jedi resources sitting on this abandoned rock Master."
"I remind you Anakin that we are here to prepare you for the final stages of your Jedi trials... this war is quite sudden for all of us, and we need as many capable leaders on the field as we can manage, you have shown your amplitude and as such we want you to pass your trials as quickly and effectively as we can. Now come, we return to the ship."
"Yes, Master."
The journey back was quiet, uneventful, they boarded their requested LAAT evac ship, shuttling them into orbit to Obi-Wan's flagship stationed high above the red planet, starting to relocate itself as it prepared for a jump to Hyperspeed, ready to take the Jedi back to Coruscant. Obi-Wan and Anakin had both retired to their chambers for the journey, a trip of several hours offered them both time to recuperate from their work upon the former Sith homeworld, Obi-Wan meditated, took a much-needed shower and then found himself asleep, Anakin, however, found his focus stolen by the little glass pyramid within his robes.
'Contol... take... use...'
The Holocron whispered out to the Padawan as it remained clutched within the young man's hands, bathing both him and his darkened room in a sea of red, glowing brighter and brighter the longer Anakin focused his gaze upon it. Its words grew more complex, almost forming whole sentences, drawing the young Jedi deeper within its own mind, to the point he began speaking to it.
"How... use how... what are you?"
'Power... passion... strength... these are my tools... these can be yours... these -will- be yours'
The whispering voices multiplied, growing louder by the second, only in his head however it felt like they were calling to the whole room as the Holocron jumped from Anakin's grasp, hovering in the air as it began to shake rapidly, it's threatening red glow melting away into a warm and inviting green, the voices ceased, the shaking stopped, it slowly lowered back towards the Padawans palm, inert and silent.
"How? Tell me... what tools, how can they be mi-"
His voice cut short as the door to his cabin sprang open, his Master making his way inside. Anakin had a short amount of time to react, shoving his hand into his pocket rather rapidly, quite noticeably, not quick enough to escape Kenobi's eye.
"What was that?" The Master asked, raising an eyebrow as he clasped his hands behind his back, approaching his Padawan, looking down upon him.
"What was what?" He responded, climbing slowly to his feet, lifting his Cybernetic hand into his other pocket, trying to act casual, perhaps not the best idea in front of his Master
"Whatever you just shoved into your pocket..." Obi-Wan responded dryly, glancing down to the pocket in question, nodding lightly towards it.
"Nothing."
The Master blinked, before nodding once more.
"Very well, we have arrived at Coruscant, get yourself ready to depart in 10 minutes."
At this he turns upon his heel, stepping out from Anakin's room and into the hallway, beginning to wander off to the departure hangar, leaving a bewildered Anakin, dumbstruck in his chambers.
'That was easy...' He thought to himself, before changing his robes out for a fresh set, pocketing his green Holocron once again and hurrying after his Master.
The journey planetside was awkward, for Anakin at least, and to a degree his Master, Obi-Wan made the occasional glance to his Padawan, only to be met with a concerned stare from Anakin. After several minutes of this, he finally spoke out.
"Anakin, I am sensing you have something on your mind."
The Padawan snapped back to reality, shaking his head briefly.
"No, it's nothing Master just..."
Anakin fell silent, not wanting to bring the incident up again less he finds himself under another investigation about the contents of his pockets.
"Just what Anakin?"
The Padawan tensed slightly, knowing his Master would now be seeking an answer, his hand idly fished into his robes, clutching his Holocron once again, trying to quickly spin a tale in his head, failing to come up with anything beyond a half baked plan.
"I'm tired?"
Obi-Wan's curiosity fades, turning away from Anakin as he sighs briefly, peering around at the Clone Troopers standing among them in the LAAT, heading towards the Jedi temple.
"You should get some sleep after training instead of messing around in your chambers my young Padawan... take every opportunity you have to ensure you are at your potential if you cannot support yourself with a healthy lifestyle, how will you support or protect anyone else in this war."
Anakin's face seemed to recoil at the answer, let alone his body, again dumbstruck by his Master's response to such a simple dismissal.
'Is this some kind of test?' Anakin pondered to himself as they arrived at the temple.
"Anakin, I must report to the council, for now, meet me there in one hour for your trail assignment, I'll be waiting."
Both Anakin and his Master bowed briefly towards one another as they parted ways, and once he found himself out of view of his Master, his thoughts turned again to the relic in his robes, quickly making his way towards the Jedi Archives. The Library of blue, walls of data streams, containing millions of documents, housing hundreds of thousands years worth of modern, old and ancient history, from the 'Great Rakatan Empire', to the 'Mandalorian and Sith conquests of the Old Republic', the 'New Sith Wars' and lately the 'Clone Wars'.
'Surely there's something in here mentioning this...' He thought to himself as he sought out a secluded zone within the Archives, finding a terminal in a quiet corner, he took a seat, slowly withdrawing the Holocron into view beneath his robes, studying any markings he may find upon it, something he can reference in his search.
Upon the Holocron sat some texts, Sith in nature, unknown to Anakin but easy enough to replicate in his search, quickly copying down the black etches and relaying them into the terminal, only to then be confronted with a red screen.
'RESTRICTED SEARCH, ACCESS DENIED' the monitor blared out into his face, drawing quite a few looks from those around him, Padawans and Jedi alike.
'Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap...' he thought to himself, slapping on the screen, pressing every button he could to try and shut the device up, as it continued blaring it's alarm out, bringing more and more attention to himself. The alarm however finally ceased, amazed Anakin turned back to his terminal, away from the inquisitive faces, only to come face to face with the beautiful and deadly, Jedi Master Ayla Secura, a finger pressed upon his screen, silencing the alarm.
"What is going on here Skywalker." She glances between him and his terminal, tapping briefly upon the screen, searching through his logs.
"Master Aalya, I can assure you it's alright!" He panics as she comes across his search inputs of the Sith symbols, still clutching his Holocron tightly, under his robes.
"Oh, I was unaware you were permitted to search for information on Sith Artifacts... perhaps you require a better security clearance, allow me."
Anakin blinked, taken aback by yet again, a total dismissal of a blatant lie, but not just that, the lie was taken as absolute truth, the Rutian above him began tapping atop his own console, wandering around beside him and bending across his desk, her rear almost pressing into Anakin's face as she not only gave him access to his searches on the Sith texts but seemed to be actively assisting him in his search.
"Oh no Master, it's quite alright, I can make my way from here quite alright!" He leant forward, trying to ease her away from his searches, not so willing to share any potential knowledge of the artefact he carried.
"If you insist Padawan." She sighed, pushing herself up from the desk, standing next to him.
"Is there anything else I can help you with Skywalker?" Her Rylothian (French) accent drifted across his ears, music to almost any species in the galaxy.
"I just need some privacy is all while I work." *He smiles, nodding lightly.*
"Then, by all means, follow me." *She reaches down, taking a hold of his arm as she would then drag him up from his chair, and away from the terminal, towards a door at the side of the Archives, leading into the Master's study quarters, a series of private rooms designed for Jedi Masters to perform intense studies without risk of being disturbed by Padawans or Librarians. Anakin had barely any time to object or complain before he found himself being sat at the terminal within the private suite, Aayla logging him on under her own credentials.
"You should be able to access most files with my clearance Skywalker." She leans back, smiling lightly to the still bewildered Anakin.
"Thank you? I-... Master Secura... I have to ask, why are you helping me so much?" *He sighs out, the strangeness and suddenness of the situation finally being too much for him*
"The machine must have been malfunctioning, it being alright for you to perform research on Sith I gave you my access, however, you needed private study so I offer you these chambers." She relays back, folding her hands behind her back, still offering a warm smile.
"Why?"
"Because... y-, you s-..." The Twi'lek found herself stammering over her own words, tilting her head slowly as her Lekku faintly twitched, unable to formulate an answer beyond.
"I'm not sure... you said so?"
"So what, I tell you something and you'll serve me with it?"
The Twi'lek looked taken aback, almost offended at the question, even the idea behind the question.
"My people may practice slavery but that does not make me a Slave! How dare you!" She appears to be quite offended by the insinuation.
"No, no Master I did not mean it like that!" Anakin exclaimed, lifting a hand in defence of himself.
"Ah, very well then."
And like that the Twi'lek seemed to drop the entire subject, her offence and even the notion of slavery, silently smiling to him once again. Anakin would, of course, be returning his own gaze, one of amazement and mild terror as the blue-skinned beauty falls silent yet again, it's then a theory hatches within Anakin's mind.
"Aayla?"
"Yes, Padawan?"
"Jump."
Ayla tilts her head lightly, before immediately jumping on the spot a single time, Lekku flailing and breasts jiggling, much to Anakin's suppressed amusement.
"Jump again?"
And just as before the Twi'lek bounced from the floor, upon her landing, Anakin began to piece the puzzle together, peering between her, the terminal and then to the Holocron, still clasped in his hand beneath his robes.
"Mind control..." He muttered to himself, grinning widely as his gaze turned back up to the Twi'lek.
"What do you mean Mind Contr-"
"Aayla, shut up and lock the door."
With his interruption, Aayla fell silent, turning towards the door of the Chamber, sealing it shut, locking them both inside the private booth. Slowly returning to her spot before as her eyes remained fixed upon Anakin.
"Take off your vest..." Anakin whispered, lifting the Holocron out from his robes in full view of them both. Aayla's eyes widened at the sight of the Holocron, but she found herself powerless to resist his command, sliding both hands beneath her leather vest, she tugged it up, over her head before casting it aside, revealing her ample, tender blue breasts, hovering gracefully above her silky smooth hourglass figure.
"And the rest of your gear..." He uttered, his own hands reaching beneath his robes as he begins undressing quite eagerly, setting his Holocron atop the table as he watches the Rutian peel every strip of fabric from her body, standing before the grown Padawan, her full nudity on display without any sense of shame.
"Anakin, what are you doing!" She finally broke her silence, her face held an expression of both shock and terror, seemingly unwilling to carry out any of his actions, however powerless to stop herself.
"Something every Padawan in this temple has dreamed of... I'm going to fuck Aayla Secura... get on your knees!" He grinned, standing up from the chair, wandering around the desk as he discarded his robes, standing just as nude as the Alien with him, already erect at the thought of controlling her, but his thoughts were short-lived as her fist came crashing into his face, followed by a swift kick to his stomach, knocking him backwards and expelling the air from his lungs
"Not a chance in hell you whackjob!" She screamed back, lifting her arms into a stance, ready to attack.
'Why isn't it working...' He asked himself, still winded from the kick, struggling to get his breath back before he realises, the Holocron, he set it on the desk! He dives forward, snatching up the Green Pyramid, narrowly dodging another kick from the naked Twi'lek, shouting out to her.
"GETONYOURKNEESICOMMANDIT!" A quick burst of near gibberish, holding out his own hands, ready to block another incoming assault, however, none came, instead, he found the Twi'lek lowering herself before him, sat upon her knees, looking quite disgusted.
"You cannot do this to me Anakin, I will report you and this to the council! I'll have you expelled!" She cries out to him, the privacy of the Chamber included sound-proofing, whatever they do, no matter how loud, no one outside had any idea.
"I can do this to you, and I will... you won't report me to the council or have me expelled..." He calls out to her, slowly approaching her, cock in hand, Holocron in the other. "...and you will enjoy it."
She stared back in silent horror as he drew closer, her expression of disgust slowly melted away into a sultry gaze of lust, visibly relaxing before him she grinned as her hand drifted between her own legs, stroking softly against her hairless Vulva.
"Whatever you say Skywalker." She grins, biting her lower lip as his cock hovers inches from her luscious blue lips, seizing the moment, she leans forward, wrapping her other silky smooth paw around his shaft, clasping her lips around the head as she suckles loudly at his warm, meaty Lightsaber, moaning quietly as she bobs her head back and forth.
"We stop when I'm finished." He grins, tilting his head back slowly as the Twi'lek continues blowing him, resting the Holocron back atop the desk, no longer needing it as she is now under his control, instead coming to rest his hands upon her Head-tails, taking a tight grip upon each before pulling violently against them, using them as a pair of handlebars to leverage his length further into her mouth, feeling her throat surround and constrict his shaft he lets out a long, satisfied groan into the air, the Master below him offering no attempt to struggle, instead gurgling on his meat, loving every second of it just as commanded. Her airway closes and her jaw hangs slack, offering unrestricted access to the facefucking Anakin gives her, slapping his sack against her chin with each thrust into her mouth, emitting a faint muffled moan from the Alien.
"You dirty bitch, not a slave yet you give blowjobs this good? You're full of shit." He spits out at her as his head tilts back, using the Twi'lek now like simple putty in his hands, leading her towards the desk as he rests her head back against the Wooden frame, thrusting his hips forward now much more rapidly, pounding into her throat, watching it bulge under the sheer girth of his meat, listening as she begins to cough and sputter, gagging for air, desperate at this point as she chokes, however, the Padawan shows little remorse, seeking only to heighten his own pleasure as his climax draws near. Her hands fall from his shaft, arms turning limp as does the rest of her body, becoming starved of air as her throat is continuously hammered, eyes starting to roll back into her hair as her face takes on a deep shade of purple before finally, the human withdraws his shaft from her maw, spraying his first load just as he does, shooting several ropes of hot sticky cum across her pretty, blue face, a few jets also landing upon her long, voluptuous Lekku, the final few shots landing upon her unattended tits.
Anakin stands breathless, amazed by what had just transpired, briefly lifting his Cybernetic hand to pinch his very real arm, ensuring it wasn't just a dream, he actually got a blowjob from Aayla Secura! But why stop there?
He grinned, turning his gaze back down to the Twi'lek, who was still sputtering, coughing upon the floor as her poor abused throat tried to recover from the pounding it had just taken, regardless of the abuse, she seemed quite pleased, satisfied even, then again as was commanded. She soon found herself at the hands of the Padawan, gripping her by the shoulders, he picked her up and quickly spun her around, bending her vigorously over the desk before feeling his length press up against her blue virgin folds, twitching at the touch, she let loose a sultry groan as her hips spread themselves, welcoming the intrusion, and needing no further invitation, Anakin pushed himself forward slowly, finding it a challenge to push into the Twi'leks warm, bare pussy, perhaps she wasn't as much of a whore he thought her to be. His dripping wet cock was already lubed up in her saliva, offering much easier access than what would have been, he soon found himself coming to a barrier, the hymen. If it were Padme he would have stopped himself, her comfort mattered to him more than his pleasure ever could, but Padme was already his wife, they lay together many times already, and after all. This wasn't Padme.
Without warning his hips to thrust violently forward, tearing her virginity away as he shoved every molecule of his eight-inch rod deep within the Twi'lek, earning himself an ear-splitting cry from her as his hips began to thrust against her quivering tunnel, slapping her into the desk with each smack of her hips against his. She maintained her screams, even after the pain of the rough entry had subsided, they were cries of passion, sheer pleasure, the breaking of their Jedi vows, the danger of being found, fucking a student within the temple, normally it would disgust her, she found every second of it dirty, filthy, but right now the Holocron was in her head... all she wanted was to be dirty, filthy, anything the whispers asked of her, anything to keep the warm filling of the Padawans cock deep between her legs.
"Oh fuck! Fuck me Ani! Fuck me!" She cried out, starting to thrust her own hips back against the lustful student, lifting her legs from the floor to wrap around his waist behind her, locking her ankles together, not wanting him to pull out even for a second. "Fill me up you sick fuck!" She cried out, arching her back as her first climax hit her, causing her hips to convulse over the Padawans rampaging cock, soaking it in her own Alien juices, this only sought to further Anakins movements as he grew quicker and firmer, trying to claim every inch of her he could manage He found himself wrapping his arms around her chest from behind as she arched up to him, clasping both hands firmly around her breasts, kneading them, toying with them as his climax fast approached, her never-ending cries of pleasure, coupled with her own impending climax was enough in his mind to send him over the edge again, plunging his full length within her, he pressed her down firmly into the desk as he unloaded his second helping of hot sticky cum, directly into her virgin womb, filling her in a manner of seconds, slowly collapsing forward atop her, he lay upon the desk, dick deep inside Aayla Secura, as he panted his life away, trying to recover as he slowly closed his eyes.
*Later*
His eyes shot open, his vision was blurry, he couldn't make anything out past a sea of blue, but it all shortly came back into focus, he felt something soft beneath him, something warm, something... Twi'lek.
Anakin found himself sleeping atop of a nude Aayla Secura, shocked and confused for only a brief second, what had happened in his mind was not a dream after all he realized. Spreading a big goofy grin upon his face as he then slowly withdrew himself from the Twi'lek who still lay unconscious, Anakins seed pouring between her legs into a small puddle on the desk, narrowly avoiding the Holocron. Anakin quickly finds his clothing, redressing and making himself look as presentable as possible before scooping up the Holocron, pocketing it quickly before checking his Chrono.
"Oh crap! Obi-Wan was expecting me 20 minutes ago!"
He bolted from the private study, leaving the naked Master Secura still laying atop the desk, he couldn't care less though, his focus should now be on passing his final trial and becoming a Jedi Knight... but it wasn't.
All Anakin had upon his mind was
'What should I do with this power next?'
End Thanks for taking the time to read my first ever adult themed short story! If you liked it be sure to leave a review, and if you didn't? I am open to any criticisms you may have! If this is popular/liked enough then I would love to make more chapters based on your recommendations! Just leave your recommendations in the review such as Anakin x Shaak Ti, or Anakin x Ayla Secura x Shaak Ti