Star Wars: The Lust Awakens

Standing frozen in shock, Ahsoka beamed as Reys robes collapsed; shredded material falling from her frame to reveal the beautiful naked form underneath.

Left with nothing but the bindings on her forearms and the boots on her feet, Rey was mortified. Attempting to cover both her breasts and nethers the brunette blushed profusely:

"Why did you do that?!"

Tutting Ahsoka slapped the girl's hands away from her body to look at her pert round globes and the smooth womanhood below:

"A Jedi has no shame."

Again running her orange hands all over her skin Rey bit her lip; feeling the sparks of that forbidden fire begin to rise within her once more:

"You take good care of your body," Ahsoka stated calmly.

"Thank you?" Rey responded awkwardly.

"But we must look deeper."

Handing the girl back back her lightsaber the Jedi gesticulated to the log:

"Place it here."

Seeing where she pointed Rey bent over the driftwood, chest dangling as she pushed the hilt into a knot hole so that the gleaming handle was left erect. Looking up at Ahsoka, the brunette waited impatiently for her Mistress' next request:

"Now; sit before it."

"You mean? Y-you want me to..." swallowing hard Rey lost her train of thought, questioning this insane request.

Rolling her huge blue eyes Ahsoka stepped opposite the girl. Hand flicking out the brunette was again powerless as the woman grasped her nethers.

"Ugh!"

Yelping Rey shivered as a burst of that same insatiable energy jolted through her system. Bare chest swaying as she was inundated with lust; the brunette quivered in place, soft pink nipples engorging into rock hard points:

"You want this??" Ahsoka hissed.

"Yesss..." Quivering in the Jedi's grip Rey felt that wonderful sensation spread upward from her core. Orange fingers curling between her lips the brunette sighed; arousal washing over the scavenger's senses.

"Do not question me again little one; do as you are told!"

Finally relinquishing her nethers Rey whined; wishing for more illicit contact from her powerful Mistress. Remembering that she had come here to learn these powers however, the indignant brunette bit her tongue; electing to do as she was told:

Feeling foolish the naked brunette straddled the large log; positioning her core before the waiting hilt of her lightsaber.

"Now roll your hips back and forth; grind against it."

Sliding forward until the folds of her sex met the handle Rey winced; cold steel pressing against her hot wet flesh. Beginning to ease herself up and down, the brunette's eyelashes flickered as the hard ridges of the hilt brushed between her folds; the girl beginning an uneasy rhythm:

"That's it; back and forth."

Listening to Ahsoka's soothing voice Rey focused on her movements; trying to please her Mistress whilst also pleasing herself. Wetness leaking over the lightsaber the brunette soon found that she could glide against it; pink flower opening more and more to wrap around the weapon.

"Press harder little one; grind and become one with your feelings!"

Barely comprehending the orange woman, Rey found herself becoming lost in those feelings, the rotation of hips becoming more natural as she pressed her pussy into her makeshift saddle, thighs gripping the driftwood as the world around them drifted away on the tide.

"More! Use your whole body. Think of that gives you pleasure."

Bobbing up and down Rey swayed a little unevenly, sweat gleaming on her bosoms as the girl's exertion increased in intensity. Thinking of previous pleasure, all the brunette could see was Ahsoka's beautiful face; the woman that had awoken her lust. But that was her Mistress!

Keen to increase the glorious rubbing sensation between her legs and ignore this growing forbidden infatuation, Rey leant forward, flexing her back as she ground against the handle; muscles tensing as sparks of pleasure flew up through her abdomen. Becoming more daring Rey bounced against the wood; the rounded tip tapping against her clit. This sudden increased contact however caused an overpowering reaction:

"Ahhh!"

Pleasure bursting forth Rey spasmed in place; losing control of her muscles. Tumbling sideways off the log the brunette landed face first in the sand.

"Sloppy." Ahsoka exclaimed as the girl panted breathlessly:

"You are still unbalanced; still undisciplined."

"I'll try again!"

Quickly scrambling upright Rey was keen to grind once more; straddling the log.

"No; this time there will be no half measures." Ahsoka explained, grasping the girl before her.

"Half measures?-Ugh!"

Pressing down on Rey's shoulders the Ahsoka guided the brunette downward; nethers sinking onto the tip of the waiting lightsaber.

"Ugh-Am I ready??"

"Surrender Rey..."

Guiding her downward Rey could only whimper as the blunt handle of her weapon slid between her swollen lips; body sinking onto the intimidating shaft. Concerned by this intrusion nevertheless Rey acquiesced, feeling Ahsoka's eyes on her; desperate to prove her devotion to the legendary Jedi as she was firmly impaled:

"Nnnngh..."

Feeling every hard ridge and bump Rey gave a short grunt and forced herself to keep going, feeling the lightsaber press up deep inside; her slick pink walls gripping the cold handle.

"Good!" Ahsoka smiled, strutting around the log as Rey adjusted to the shaft. "Now rise; that's it... And fall!"

Concentrating too hard for a feisty retort, Rey started working her hips as instructed. Looking down between her legs the overwhelmed brunette could just see the slippery metal penetrate her, gradually becoming accustomed to it as the lightsaber became wet.

Bumping her behind back against the the driftwood Rey felt the shaft slip right up inside her, its end finding something deep inside; a pleasure that was hidden but had always been there... Moaning, the brunette felt a burst of new sensation. Boots digging into the soft sand, the girl began to hump the log with earnest.

Flexing in time with her thrusts Rey's nethers clutched the lightsaber, her wet flesh sucking on the handle; relieving a lust she had never known she possessed. Sensitive from these harsh gyrations, the brunette valiantly tried to force her makeshift dildo as far up inside as far as it could go, feeling that well of energy begin to build up within her once more:

"Oh, oh ...I feel it! It's coming! It's..."

"Submit to it," Ahsoka exclaimed: "Allow its power to surge through you!!"

"Wh... what?" Rey snorted. Drawing breath through her nose the brunette became very aware of her open surroundings, her juices dripping down the handle and rolling off the log to join the waiting ocean.

"Urgh!" Conflicted, Rey struggled to tell whether these lustful actions reflected the light or darkside of the Force. Struggling to keep up her insatiable rhythm however, the brunette knew she would soon lose control as she had never done before:

"Ugh YEssss.... Ohhh Mistress!"

Voice strained Rey babbled incoherently:

"I... I'm gonna..." stopping the movement of her hips, Rey held the lightsaber firmly inside. Clasping the log beneath with both hands, her whole body tensed and locked as she worked the force between her legs. Screwing her eyes shut, Rey's lips formed soundless words as the air around her began to rush:

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

Feeling the Force surge through her entire body, Rey screamed as that torrent of energy burst free from her tormented core. The tight sheath of her nethers clenching on the false erection, the brunette's face flushed with blood as she felt a fresh gush run out of her, spraying between her thighs and onto the beach below.

Sand throbbing beneath their feet Ahsoka watch as the girl orgasmed; waves rippling from her naked skin. Orange brow creasing, the Jedi sensed raw strength she hadn't known in a long, long time... finally discovering the dark lust beneath it.

Gasping for air Rey bowed her head, relishing the glorious sensations. When she opened her eyes she was surprised to see Ahsoka sitting opposite her. Reaching between her legs, the brunette could only watch in amazement as the alien woman scooped up some of her excretions before bringing those fingers between her lips:

"Hmm..." Tasting the child Ahsoka contemplated what she had learnt:

"Again."

Bleary-eyed and disoriented, Rey repeated the Jedi dumbly:

"Again?"

"That's right," Ahsoka instructed: "prove to me you can control this power."

"But its too much..." Rey murmured; hardly recognising her own timid voice.

"That is why you must; a true Jedi never relents."

Nodding slowly Rey shifted, her muscles stinging and complaining. Struggling to comply she leant forward and let the makeshift dildo slip out about two thirds of the way. Hearing a wet sucking noise the brunette moaned:

"Ah!"

"Shhh," Ahsoka gently chided, and then Rey felt her hands on her, massaging tense flesh and sending relief to where the lightsaber was still splitting her open. Rey twitched and gasped uncontrollably as the Jedi patiently caressed her; encouraging strength from the young woman.

Spurred by her Mistress' encouragement Rey finally began to piston herself onto the impaling prick, both she and the lightsaber well lubricated from before. Thumping against the log the brunette also found that the tremors from her last explosion were still echoing somewhere inside her. She could harness that, she could... perhaps even come more quickly this time!

And this time her Mistress held her, stroked the brunette's hair, orange face tantalisingly close to Rey's as she humped the log; completing the ritual once more. Rey looked up at Ahsoka desperately, her neck taut from trying to keep her head raised for so long, her eyes big and desperate to please. With every intimate second her infatuation increased; the Jedi imprinting herself on the brunette's senses.

Unable to focus on anything but her Mistress Rey shuddered; her body practically penetrating itself on the makeshift dildo again and again, pressure building up in the most sensitive parts of her form.

"You're close... now control it."

"Mistress!" Rey gasped, her body tensing and her muscles starting to harden yet again. She was so hot and getting hotter; genuinely surprised that Ahsoka wasn't burning her fingers on her skin.

"Rey?"

Confused, the hammering of Rey's pulse drowned out her teacher. The brunette's whole being was heat and rhythm and for a moment it was all too much, she wanted to just straighten up and step away, and let the feelings, the impending, crushing climax, just slip away. It was just too much! There were so many feeling and sensations that there was no room left inside for Rey anymore. She had to jettison her personality and her name or she'd drown in the darkness she had summoned.

The sand around them radiating outwards Ahsoka gasped as pebbles began to float; levitating past the Jedi's field of vision. Watching the girl rock the driftwood beneath them began to creak ominously:

"Rey!"

Lifting into the air both woman rose up of the beach; Rey humping the log to a powerful orgasm and taking Ahsoka for the ride.

"Gnnnngh!" Teeth sunk into her lower lip, the brunette arched her back and flung her head back, knocking Ahsoka away.

Landing on her back in the vibrating sand, the Jedi watched on in awe as the girl orgasmed.

But this was beyond a climax: Rey left humping fiercely into the log as Ahsoka yelled to her, utterly unable to control her own lustful bucking hips.

"Ahhh!"

Dragging this energetic burst of emotion out Rey felt on the verge of madness. She had done it, she had completed the ritual, followed her Mistress' teachings and accessed a power beyond her comprehension! Contorting atop her lightsaber the brunette spasmed.

Log collapsing back down onto the beach below, the wood cracked as Rey screamed, slamming down onto the handle the brunette exploded once again; spattering the orange woman with her orgasmic juices.

Rey was still coming as she fell forward, embracing the broken log where Ahsoka had been and hunching against the wood. The soaked lightsaber still clutched between her aching thighs, back arched and ass raised, Rey felt a final violent lurch as she squirted one last time.

Stones thudding down all around them it was Ahsoka's turn to be amazed; the orange woman in genuine awe of the girl's strength. Gasping for air Rey lulled in place and for several seconds there was peace.

Arising from the sand the fallen Jedi finally addressed her listless Padawan:

"Rey you have much untamed power within you but you must control it!"

Moaning the brunette ignored her teacher, revelling in her post-orgasmic bliss.

Slowly the various parts of Rey's mind started righting themselves: She was kneeling in something wet. Was that her? It didn't matter. Her nethers were sorer than she had thought when she was in the throes of self-pleasuring lust. The muscles in her thighs were keeping up a constant, dull, whine. And yet it felt so good.

"Why?" Rey murmured softly: "I enjoy the pleasure... and the pain!"

Ahsoka shook her head:

"If you will not control yourself then I must control you..."

Lifting her head Rey realised Ahsoka was speaking to her, a tiny crease of genuine concern between her orange brows:

"I am sorry, my Mistress."

"One more lesson. At sundown we shall see..."

Somehow managing to sit up from the broken log Rey tugged the lightsaber free from her nethers, flinching as the hilt sparked:

"See what?"

"...How you will handle the dark."

...

Episode III

THE FALL OF SKYWALKER

Becoming lost in lustful sensations Rey Skywalker is pushing herself to the absolute limit.

With her Mistress Ahsoka Tano by her side Rey explores her body and these erotic feelings.

But finally confronting her Darkside may reveal a dangerous secret...

...

Arriving at the entrance of the temple Rey twisted to watch the suns set; orange light gently cascading over the brunette before she was finally shrouded in darkness.

Already Rey had learnt so much from Ahsoka Tano and yet she was more conflicted than ever before; Since awakening this new lust deep within her the brunette had become infatuated with it; desperate to stoke those flames and escape into the blissful blur of orgasmic sensation.

Whilst alone on the Millennium Falcon Rey had concocted more energy with the stirring of her fingers yet try as she might she could not experience this new power without Ahsoka present. What did this mean? Could a want for such light lead to anything but darkness?! Knowing she must trust in her Mistress, she sought answers from the legendary Jedi once more.

Tugging at her filthy rags Rey sighed; having soiled and destroyed both her grey and white robes in their previous orgasmic encounters, the girl had turned to her original scavenger garb. Wrapped in these dirty tan garments, Rey couldn't help but feel like she had regressed. And yet, with her belt cutting uncomfortably into her hip, the brunette was embarrassed to discover how much she had grown since her days starving in the deserts of Jakku; leaving the robes uncomfortably tight and revealing.

Reaching a large ornate chamber in the bowels of the temple Rey finally spotted her teacher; freezing in the doorway:

Faced away from the gawking girl; the orange woman sensuously bathed herself in a large circular pool of oil.

Sensing her approach Ahsoka opened her eyes, addressing the uncomfortable intruder:

"We must return to the issue of trust."

Knelt in the shallow bath the naked woman poured the viscous liquid over an orange shoulder, Rey watching in amazement; her Mistress making no effort to cover herself:

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, the brunette finally stepped forward, boots splashing into the pool as she reached the waiting Jedi, beseeching the sensuous woman:

"If you'd rather not do this now-"

"-You have proven obstinate and undisciplined."

Cutting Rey off harshly Ahsoka continued washing herself in the oil:

"One must let go of her inhibitions if she truly wishes to know who she is."

"Please..." Rey murmured, stepping deeper into the pool to present her lightsaber to the Jedi once more: "I won't fail you again."

Finally arising, thick droplets of the strange oil ran lazily down the elegant curve of Ahsoka's back. Twisting sensuously the Jedi met the brunette's astonished gaze, taking the lightsaber from her hand:

"Do you have something?" Rey asked awkwardly, "a cowl or something you can put on??"

Revealed in all her naked glory the brunette swallowed hard; gaze traveling up and down the orange woman before her. Taking in Ahsoka's glistening curves, Rey was transfixed by her Mistress' beauty. Full breasts and hips dwarfing the brunette's own; her only clothing being the thick leather belt she wore to hold her twin lightsabers.

Smiling softly, Ahsoka gesticulated to the shallow pool they were standing in:

"Show me."

"Show you what?"

"Show me who you are of course!"

Laughing lightly, Ahsoka stepped up close to her nervous Padawan, the smaller brunette intimidated to be so close to the statuesque woman:

"Remember our first encounter? I asked you to submit to the symbol of a Jedi..."

Recalling the offer she had once rejected, Rey was wracked with indecision. To prove herself now she would have to do the one thing she had denied Ahsoka before; commit to an act she thought of as shameful and even dangerous! But if it meant controlling the lustful desires that she now so desperately craved would it be worthwhile?? Drawn to her Mistress, the erstwhile scavenger decided there was only one way to know for sure:

Nodding slowly Rey unwrapped her own robes this time; throwing each tattered garments aside one by one much to Ahsoka's approval.

Focusing on her Mistress, Rey leant tentatively forward to worship the other woman with her lips, holding eye contact with Ahsoka as she laid down kiss after kiss on her perfect orange skin.

Impressed with the girl's offering, Ahsoka allowed Rey to slowly descend between her pendulous breasts, kissing each in turn before going down to the Jedi's navel, finally kneeling in the viscous fluids that came up to her thighs. Eyes becoming level with her Mistress' perfect nethers the brunette finally stared into the woman's exotic flower. Momentarily allowing herself to enjoy this indulgent treatment, Ahsoka returned to the ritual at hand:

Attaching the lightsaber to the thick leather strap of her belt, Ahsoka erected the handle, her implication clear: This was the ultimate test of her trust in Rey, one she must take if she wished to proceed with her training. Whilst the brunette had no wish to debase herself so blatantly, the lure of further orgasms and self-discovery was simply too much for her to resist, and both women knew it:

It was this desire which compelled the nervous Padawan to slowly open her mouth wide and take the makeshift dildo onto her outstretched tongue. As her lips closed around the metal shaft Rey squeezed her eyes tightly shut, embracing this latest humiliation as a test of her courage. Unsure how to proceed the brunette lightly sucked the shiny surface before seeking guidance from the Jedi above, meeting her sharp blue gaze:

"Hmm, not bad." Ahsoka said, impressed the proud girl had finally acquiesced:

"Now why don't you try bobbing your head a little?"

Grudgingly doing as she was told Rey lowered her lips onto the shaft, sliding inch after inch into her mouth until she had almost half of it past her teeth. Pulling back until just the tip was between her lips, Rey acted on instinctive; gently repeating the process a couple of times in quick bobs before she was interrupted.

"That's it little one; Ignore your vanity and transcend the physical! You are not submitting to me but to the power of the force itself!"