Through Passion, Strength Pt. 3 (Star Wars) (Patreon)

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Themes: Threesome, Virgin Sex, Master/Slave

Summary: Part 3 of Through Passion, Strength. Based on this image. It would have been nice of Myra to tell him about her past as a Jedi, of all things, but at least she was able to chastise her would-be rescuer into submission before things got ugly. As it turns out, her Jedi friend was as obedient and submissive as she was sexually repressed. If this was what he should expect from confrontations with the Sith's ancient enemies, he wouldn't mind a more active role!

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“I can’t believe how DUMB you were! What were you THINKING?!”

“I’m sorryyyy! I just wanted to save you, Myra!”

You know, Calin had heard all the stories. About how the Jedi were the antithesis to the Sith, because they shunned the Dark Side and any particularly powerful emotions. He’d also heard that they weren’t to be underestimated despite that. That their way, as stupid and inane and counterproductive as it was, could still produce dangerous results.

They were, after all, equipped with lightsabers the same as the Sith. So for all their philosophy and honor, they were clearly ready to kill if it came down to it.

Calin had always imagined his first meeting with a Jedi being exactly that. Kill or be killed. Two Force Users enter, only one leaves. That sort of thing.

Not… this.

“You didn’t even tell your Jedi Master where you were going! You just took a shuttle and flew off all willy nilly! You could have gotten yourself killed. Force, you SHOULD be dead!”

“Myra…”

Standing with his back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, Calin watches as his Mirialan ‘slave’ lays into another Mirialan from her species… one wearing the signature brown robes of a Jedi.

“Don’t ‘Myra’ me, Salya! You numbskull!”

The second Mirialan is a Jedi Padawan to be exact, and seated in a chair with her shoulders hunched in and her eyes downcast while Myra reads her the riot act, she doesn’t look nearly as threatening as Calin had always imagined. In fact, she looks downright pathetic. He supposed if he was a better Sith, he’d be taking advantage of that fact in some way. Maybe to turn Salya to the Dark Side, or some form of corruption.

But honestly? He’s kind of just bemused by this whole thing. He and Myra were out here on their first unsupervised mission. As in, nobody was watching them, nobody was keeping an eye on them, nobody was testing them. This was simply a mission that Calin’s Sith Master had sent him on, and one he’d brought Myra along with him on because it gave him and her a chance to train together more than when they could only do so in the privacy of his quarters.

And then, two days into the mission, this chick shows up. A Mirialan Padawan from the Jedi Order named Salya who apparently knew Myra… because as it turned out, Myra had originally been raised by the Jedi herself before she broke away and joined the Sith.

As if sensing the slight downturn in his mood over not knowing that particular tidbit of her past, Myra glances over at him for a moment, biting her lower lip.

“… I’m sorry about this. Really, I am. It’s not that I wanted to keep it from you… I just… it’s in the past.”

Before Calin can even answer her, Salya jumps to her feet with an indignant squawk.

“Myra! Don’t apologize to him! You’re his SLAVE! The Sith have ENSLAVED you! Please… come back with me! The Jedi won’t reject you if you return at my side and-!”

SLAP!

Myra’s hand strikes across Salya’s face, cutting off the Mirialan Padawan and silencing her on the spot. Meanwhile, Myra herself is a seething bundle of anger in the Force, even as she glares daggers at her former friend.

“The Sith understand real power, Salya. They only train the best of the best. I failed to live up to their expectations. By all rights, I should be dead. It is only thanks to my ‘Master’ that my life was spared. Calin saved me…”

She trails off then as Calin gives her a small push through the Force and shakes his head. Myra was probably about to tell Salya about the training he was giving her, about the fact that he wasn’t actually treating her as much of a slave. But Calin had no desire to spread that information beyond the two of them. If Myra wanted Salya to leave this experience alive, she couldn’t know the true nature of their deal.

Fortunately, even as much as Myra has already said seems to have taken the wind out of Salya’s sails. The Mirialan Padawan looks at him with wide eyes and a newfound appreciation, like she hadn’t really properly seen him before. And… was that a glimmer of attraction in her gaze?

“O-Oh… I didn’t… I didn’t know… I-!”

Before she can say anything else, Myra cuts her off.

“You owe my Master an apology for this, Salya. Take off your robes.”

Wait, what? Calin blinks at Myra’s domineering tone, even as Salya squeaks in response. What was Myra going for here? He’s just about to step in and reprimand her when Salya suddenly rises out of her seat and disrobes. That action in and of itself isn’t enough to make Calin fall silent… but what she’s wearing under those Jedi Robes of hers, or rather what she’s NOT wearing, is.

Put simply, Salya has on the skimpiest pair of booty shorts and a black top that not only leaves her midriff exposed, but barely seems able to contain her absolutely massive breasts. She’s shorter than Myra by a few inches, but decidedly more endowed than his ‘slave’, with her bust all but hidden until now by the brown, voluminous robes.

“Still dressing like a little slut, I see.”

“M-Myra! Please…”

And yet, Salya doesn’t try to deny it. And she certainly doesn’t deny Myra when the other Mirialan grabs the Padawan by her shoulders and pulls her into a tongue-filled kiss. In fact, Salya all but melts into Myra’s arms, moaning as she returns the kiss, simultaneously forgetting that Calin is even there.

That is, until Myra ends the lip lock, pulls back, and suddenly yanks up Salya’s black top, letting her light green breasts bounce free of their confines.

“Eep!”

Salya quickly covers herself, looking incredibly embarrassed as her eyes dart between Myra and Calin. Myra just smirks and steps back.

“You want to apologize, don’t you Salya? Because if you don’t… I’ll have to in your place.”

Then, Myra shows her old friend precisely what she means by that. Sauntering over to Calin, the Mirialan drops to her knees before him and takes out his cock with a single smooth movement. Then, she puts it in her mouth before Salya can even squeak at the sight of it.

Calin looks down into Myra’s eyes, a hand gliding through her locks. He can’t help but wonder if she knows what she’s doing, but her gaze seems to say ‘trust me’.

He makes no move to stop this, even as he looks back up to see Salya fidgeting nervously. Finally though… she hesitantly begins to walk over. Before she can reach them, Calin reaches out and snatches her lightsaber from the clip on her booty shorts, causing her to jolt in surprise.

But he just raises an eyebrow at her, even as he tucks the saber away. This makes the Jedi Padawan blush all the harder, even as she finally drops to her knees beside Myra.

“I-I’ll apologize… please Myra, you don’t have to… do this for my sake.”

Pulling back off of his cock with a pop, Myra just smirks at her fellow Mirialan.

“Then get to it, Salya.”

The two shuffle around until Salya is in front of him and Myra is positioned behind the Jedi Padawan. Pulling Salya’s hands away from her chest, she forces the other Mirialan to clasp them behind her back. Then, she reaches around again and gropes Salya’s breast directly.

Salya whimpers at this, but nevertheless leans forward entirely of her own volition and takes him in her mouth, just as Myra had been doing moments before.

Now, the difference between the two is night and day. Myra was a skilled and experienced cock sucker by this point. Salya has clearly never seen a dick in her life, let alone fellated one. Still, for all her inexperience and general hesitation, it’s incredibly hot having his first Jedi adversary willingly blowing him as ‘apology’ for this ‘misunderstanding’. Especially with Myra smirking up at him, helping things along.

“That’s it, Salya. That’s how you say sorry to a big, strong, dangerous Sith.”

A muffled whimper comes out of Salya’s throat, followed by a moan as Myra suddenly pinches the top-heavy Mirialan’s nipples between both her fingers. Calin groans in response to this as reverberations go up and down his cock, and he shudders in pleasure, his hand coming down upon the intricate tiara sat upon Salya’s brow.

“Force…”

He wasn’t sure why a Jedi Padawan was wearing a tiara. Maybe he’d ask Myra for the backstory later. Right now, he’s too busy enjoying the moment… so much so in fact, that he doesn’t last much longer under Salya’s inexperienced slurping and Myra’s whispered encouragements.

Calin lets out a telltale grunt as he gets close to the edge, one that he’s used to Myra recognizing as the signal that he’s about to cum. Only when it’s already too late to give further warning does he realize Salya definitely wouldn’t recognize such a signal.

The Jedi Padawan’s eyes widen as he begins to cum, the first sticky rope of his salty seed hitting the back of her throat. She jerks back, only to run into Myra’s chest, the more experienced Mirialan holding her old friend in place. The next few ropes of cum land on Salya’s face and breasts, with some also landing in her open mouth as she pants and quivers and shudders under the sudden deluge of semen.

Finally, Calin is finished and Salya is left blinking rapidly as jizz drips down her face and tits.

“I… s-sorry?”

Before Calin can tell her ‘apology accepted’, Myra chortles into Salya’s ear and stuffs a hand down the Padawan’s booty shorts.

“You think that’s a good enough apology, Salya? For it to be a proper apology, you would have to be less turned on.”

When Myra pulls out her fingers, showing how sticky they are with Salya’s arousal, the Jedi Padawan squeaks and goes bright red.

Before Calin knows it, Myra has pulled Salya around, facing her away from him and dragging her to her feet. She quickly hooks her thumbs into the scantily clad Mirialan’s shorts and yanks them down to her knees, while at the same time bending Salya over. The distraction is completed with her beginning to kiss Salya and lick her face clean, all while Calin finds himself staring at the Jedi Padawan’s upturned ass and glistening, slippery pussy folds tucked between her thighs.

His cock surges back to life and with a growl, he steps forward, grasping Salya by her hips. The Jedi Padawan moans as he presses the tip of his dick against her slit but raises absolutely no protest and offers zero resistance. Finally, while Myra and Salya are engaging in another lip lock, this time with the two of them swapping his cum between them, Calin slides his cock into Salya’s depths, taking her virginity right then and there and groaning at how absurdly tight she is around his member.

Not that Myra was loose or anything, especially given how in shape she kept, but her friend is so virginal its amazing. Calin has to squeeze hard on Salya’s ass in order to even drag his cock back out of her clenching depths. Then, he thrusts in again, harder this time, setting a punishing pace right off the bat that has Salya squeaking and jostled into Myra’s chest some more.

His ’slave’ happily holds her old friend steady as he rails the Jedi Padawan from behind, a self-satisfied smirk on her face that makes it clear Myra is quite pleased with how things have gone. Frankly, Calin can’t blame her. You heard stories like this as well, of Jedi being seduced to the Dark Side, corrupted by their emotions, and ultimately taught that the way of the Sith was better than that of the emotionless Jedi Order.

But never in a million years would Calin have thought his very first encounter with a Jedi would turn out like one of THOSE stories. He’d always thought they were pipe dreams, fantasies at best.

Now though… well, he’s burying himself deep inside of a Jedi Padawan over and over again. And more than that, he can feel Salya’s emotions roiling within her. He can feel the Mirialan trying to suppress her lust, her arousal, and her pleasure, but failing the more he rails her formerly virgin pussy.

Until finally, looking into Myra’s eyes, Salya stutters her way to an orgasm.

“I… I… I’m cummiiiing~”

It’s a little cliché, and a whole lot adorable. She shakes and shudders as she cums all over his cock, providing further lubrication so that Calin can fuck her all the harder. Her lust in the Force explodes out of her control, her moaning causing the very ground to shake around them. Myra just smiles as she holds Salya steady for him, staring down into her old friend’s eyes.

“You see now, Salya. You see the true power of the Dark Side…”

“Nooo… t-this isn’t… I shouldn’t…”

“But you want to. Give in, Salya. Join me… in submission to our Master.”

Salya’s pussy walls clench down HARD around Calin’s thrusting cock at that thought, and the poor Padawan is soon climaxing again as Myra tells her all about life as his slave. Calin isn’t sure how long they go for, only that when he finally tips over the edge again, he doesn’t bother holding back. He plasters the inside of Salya’s womb with his seed and is treated to one last orgasm as she enjoys the experience immensely.

Only then does he pull out, watching with a blank face as Salya whips around without even having to be told and kneels down before him once more. This time, Myra joins her at her side, the two Mirialans working together to swirl their tongues along his cock and clean him off in unison.

Running his hands through their hair respectively, Calin realizes in that moment that he’s somehow wound up with two Force Sensitive Mirialan slaves instead of one… and Myra didn’t even consult him ahead of time either. Not that he can really bring himself to complain as he looks down into their eyes. In Myra’s gaze, he sees a bit of impish delight alongside her usual submission. But in Salya’s eyes, all he sees is the obedient submission of a repressed Padawan who never allowed herself to experience true emotion until now.

Salya would probably need a gentler hand, but at the same time he’d have to be careful introducing her to Darth Noctu. So long as his Sith Master didn’t think he was training any apprentices of his own, it would be fine. But if Noctu caught wind of his deal with Myra, which he suspected would now extend to Salya, he would be toast.

Still, Lady Noctu was fairly hands off so far, outside of a few tests here and there. So long as Calin continued to produce results and completed the missions she assigned him, things would be fine. He hoped.