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When Fay wakes up, the Jedi Master is honestly a bit surprised. Her memory is a bit hazy on the final moments before she fell unconscious, but she does remember distinctly believing herself to be dying. She’d assumed when her eyes fluttered shut and her consciousness faded, that she would never open them again. In the end, the beautiful near-human woman had expected to die.

Rising slowly from the surprisingly comfortable bed she finds herself in, Fay winces as her body twinges with discomfort. Ah. Right. The Dark Jedi had stabbed her through the back. Ventress had said something about having Fay’s heart, one way or the other. Now, Fay had always been a resilient being. Even a lightsaber to the heart might not have been able to fully overcome her connection to the living force. She’d healed herself from injuries of a similar magnitude, despite the odds.

But Obi-Wan had had to live. He’d been needed, the antidote had been needed. As he’d cradled her in his arms, she’d realized there just wasn’t time for her to heal or recover. Either they both died, or she hastened her own demise in order to give him a chance to live. And so she’d done so and last she’d seen, Obi-Wan had escaped. She certainly hoped he had.

But then… she’d somehow made it out as well. There was… there was a man, Fay remembered that now. He hadn’t seemed real, he’d-

“Ah, you’re okay.”

Blinking, Fay turns her senses towards the owner of the voice and immediately has to shy away, a gasp leaving her pretty lips as she is momentarily blinded by the force presence before her. Even as she averts her metaphysical senses, Fay looks up at the powerful young man’s handsome face and feels such a pull towards him that it almost draws another gasp from her lips. She knows him instinctively and his name falls from her tongue as the memories right before her slumber finally begin to make themselves clear.

“Harry Potter.”

The boy, because he certainly looks no older than his twenties, inclines his head.

“Good, you remember. I’m happy to see you doing well, Fay of the Jedi Order.”

The beautiful Jedi Master takes in their surroundings and though she is not an inherently judgmental creature, she can’t help but find the ship a bit… wanting.

“I am indeed well, Harry Potter. Where have you brought me?”

Harry glances about as well and shrugs.

“My ship, so far. Hadn’t really come up with a destination yet, planet-wise. You seemed to take well to my magic, so there was no great urgency to get you to a doctor or anything. Anyways, call me Harry alright? Harry Potter is a bit of a mouthful after a while.”

Fay files the mention of ‘magic’ away for a brief moment, though she at least acknowledges that it marks Harry as a bit of a bumpkin. Slowly, the recovering Jedi Master slides her legs out of the bed and over the side of it, her bare feet touching the cold, durasteel floor as she hisses slightly.

“Very well Harry. You may drop any honorifics or titles for me as well. I am Fay.”

“You certainly are… tell me, how do you spell your name?”

Furrowing her brow, the ageless Jedi Master answers, seeing and sensing no true trap in the question.

“F, A, Y. Why do you ask Harry?”

The young, dark-haired man shrugs his shoulders.

“Back on my world, there are mythical creatures called the fey, as well as real magical creatures called elves and fairies. You actually remind me of the myths a bit. Ethereal beauty, slightly pointed ears. You’re like something out of a fairy tale. I suppose I find it ironic that your name is Fay…”

“You think I’m beautiful?”

The words slip out of Fay’s mouth before she can realize what she’s saying and she falls silent as she feels a strange sensation, one that she hasn’t experienced in quite some time. The beautiful woman has always held a great deal of love in her heart for all creatures bound by the Living Force. Basically, everyone. But when Harry calls her beautiful in that matter-of-fact tone… even knowing that she meets the standards of beauty for most human cultures, Fay feels a strange heat in her chest.

Lust. She feels lust for the young wizard before her, and after a moment, she realizes he’s staring at her with a blush. And then she realizes that she’s not just feeling HER lust, she’s feeling his lust.

“Ah… the Force Bond.”

That brings things to a screeching halt, thankfully. As Harry blinks dumbly, his amorous intentions fade and Fay is relieved to realize that much of the lust being shared between them was coming from him. Her own feelings for the mysterious young man are easy enough to tamp down now that he’s more curious than aroused.

“I’m sorry, what? Force Bond?”

Smiling peacefully, Fay falls into her preferred role of teacher as she begins to explain.

“A Force Bond is a shared connection between two Force-sensitives, such as you and I. Normally, it occurs between mentors and students more than anything else. Jedi Masters and their Padawans are the most common example of this phenomenon. A Force Bond allows for communication across great distances, and those affected by it are more likely to feel the emotions and thoughts and desires of the one they are tied to… and vice versa.”

Blowing out a breath, Fay looks into Harry’s eyes.

“You and I have a Force Bond now Harry Potter. I imagine that it was formed when you used the Force to bolster my strength and keep me from death. It would seem saving my life has had consequences for you. I apologize.”

She bows her heads as she gives her apology, but a derisive snort from the young man has her lifting it again. He’s got a lopsided grin on his face as he shrugs one shoulder.

“Some consequence. Look, I don’t really mind if we’ve got a Force Bond or a soul bond or whatever. I’m glad you’re alright, you don’t seem like the type who deserves to die in some lava pit on some no name planet. If it took a bit of my magic to get you up and running again, fine by me.”

Fay returns the grin with a smile of her own, but it dims slightly at Harry’s words and she shakes her head, finally deciding it is time to nip this in the bud.

“Harry, we must speak about your choice of words. Tell me, where are you from?”

The man stiffens at that.

“Why do you ask? Not a place you would have heard of anyways. Bout as far away from here as can be, I assure you.”

Fay presses her lips together.

“… I imagine ‘magic’ is rather rare on your world, isn’t it?”

Harry nods slowly at that, clearly not seeing where she’s going with this.

“Yes…?”

Shaking her head again, Fay spreads her hands wide as she speaks.

“I do not wish to belittle your strength my savior, but what you call magic is nothing but your innate connection to the Living Force. The Force is all around us and within us. It connects all living things to it. This is where you draw your power from. You did not save me with magic, for magic is not real. It is merely what those too ignorant in the Ways of the Force turn to, in order to explain the great feats that you and I are capable of.”

For a moment, Harry is silent as he stares at Fay. The Jedi Master can only hope he will be receptive to this no doubt startling truth. In her travels along the outer rim, Fay has run into more than her fair share of force sensitives who believed themselves to be magic. She’s spoken with self-styled wizards and sorcerers and the like and she’s had her successes and her failures when it came to convincing them that the truth of their existence was tied to the Living Force, a very real and quantifiable part of the universe.

Harry doesn’t seem like the kind of man to attack her for her words though, and Fay isn’t too worried about such an eventuality. In the end, she’s proven right when his lopsided grin becomes a full-blown, toothy smile.

“Is that so? Well now… good to know, I suppose. Thank you for your wisdom.”

Fay can sense that he is not convinced through their Force Bond, though she would not need the bond to know he is merely humoring her on this matter. Letting out a sigh, the Jedi Master opens her mouth to speak again, but Harry overrides her.

“So. Where am I dropping you off Fay?”

That causes the beautiful near-human to draw up short. Drop her off? Something must have shown on her face, or through their bond, because Harry lightly laughs at her.

“What, did you think I was just going to keep you like some kind of prize or whatever? You are a Jedi Master aren’t you? I figure you have places to be, people to see. At the very least, there’s a war going on from what I understand. Shouldn’t you be doing something with that? Since I plucked you from the jaws of death and all that, I figure I at least took on the responsibility of getting you to your next destination.”

Blinking dumbly, Fay latches onto the first thought that comes to mind.

“You do not expect a reward for your service Harry Potter?”

The arousal is back for all of a moment before Harry ruthlessly squashes it down, now that he knows she can sense it. Fay blushes at just how sexual of a creature she’s ended up bonded to, even as he answers her.

“Well… ahem, it’s not like you have anything on you to give me, but no, I don’t expect a reward.”

It is only then that the ageless, centuries-old Jedi Master realizes something she should have noticed a while ago. Her robes have been removed and she is wearing nothing but her comfortable pants and what appears to be an entire roll of old-fashioned bacta bandages across her chest, right over the holes that Ventress had put through her body. Her blush goes down her neck and across her exposed upper chest as she stares down at herself in mute surprise for a moment.

Harry suddenly finds the ceiling very interesting, even as Fay is forced to collect and compose herself. Though, this revelation brings another question to the Jedi Master’s mind.

“… I feel surprisingly warm for wearing so little. Ships such as this one would usually be a fair bit colder than this.”

The embarrassment and lust that Fay can feel from her connection to Harry are abruptly replaced by smugness and just a hint of mischievous delight.

“Hm. Must be magic then.”

He’s mocking her and Fay can’t help but scowl a bit as he grins at her playfully. And yet, she finds herself enjoying the moment far more than one might expect. Sobering up, the ethereal beauty considers things for a long moment.

“I… have nowhere for you to take me. I have always been a servant of the Force first and foremost. I go where it guides me. That is why I was on Queyta in the first place. Though the Jedi Temple granted me the rank of Jedi Master, my place has never been among them. I have taken no apprentices and I have not sat on their Council. I am what they call a wandering Jedi Master, one of many in fact… though we are now diminished in number, after the events on Queyta.”

Harry absorbs this quietly, going from mocking and impish to respectful in the blink of an eye.

“Well then, where does the Force guide you to go now? I’ll be your chauffer.”

Fay’s brow furrows at the strange word, but their bond allows her to grasp the general meaning behind it easily enough. Accepting Harry’s offer to take her where she needs to go, Fay pulls her legs up into a classic meditation stance and takes hold of her knees as she lets her eyes drift shut. Sucking in air is slightly painful as her diaphragm contracts, but breathing it out again is all the more relieving.

In and out, until Fay’s breathing is regulated. For someone like her, falling into a Force Trance is almost as easy as pulling an item to her with naught by her mind. Once she’s in the trance, the Jedi Master reaches out and feels at the Living Force, probing it to find out where she is most needed next. The absence of an answer that she gets in reply surprises Fay, and so she keeps pushing, keeps searching.

In the end though, there is nothing. The Living Force is silent and deep in the Force Trance, the only thing Fay feels is her bond with the mysterious Harry Potter. He is a bright light in an otherwise dark and cold world. She can feel his strength, his will, and his pain. She can feel his love and his loss and even his desire.

He is attracted to her, but Fay is not insulted. Instead, she finds herself flattered, and after a moment, she accepts the fact that she is attracted to him as well. Whatever will come of that however, will come. She will not push for a relationship with a boy barely into adulthood, no matter how mature his force presence felt.

Fay’s nostrils flare as she ends the trance and pulls herself back into the real world. Harry is still where he stood, eyeing her with a lifted brow.

“A boy barely into adulthood, am I?”

Aaand the blush is back. Fay can’t help but duck her head in embarrassment, despite her many years. Their Force Bond no doubt helped, but it is clear that she underestimated Harry’s connection to the Living Force. Given he’s never had any Jedi Training, the young man must be incredibly strong, to be able to use his force sensitivity so instinctively.

“… I apologize if I have offended Harry, but you must see it from my perspective. I have lived for over five centuries. To me, you are but a boy.”

That draws a surprised look from Harry, but he ultimately accepts this information and shrugs.

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t have guessed five centuries with your looks, but still, I’m no child. I have over a century of life under my belt as well Fay.”

Now it’s Fay’s turn to be surprised, and just a little incredulous as she looks the human up and down in confusion. Harry just grins, and despite her initial disbelief, Fay begins to realize he speaks the truth. It certainly explains why he feels older than he appears.

“Very well… I stand corrected. Back to the initial question at hand. The Force guides me nowhere… and yet, perhaps that is in and of itself, guidance of a sort. The bond we share connects us Harry, and while we could ignore it and part ways, we will be stronger together. My place, at least for now it seems, is to be at your side. You are strong in the Force, but you are not taught. Perhaps I am to be your teacher, if you will have me.”

She tacks on that last part quickly, and feels a bit like a blushing schoolgirl as she does so. Harry just grins and shrugs again.

“Sure, you can stick around. I warn you though, I’m pretty boring. And while this Force thing did guide me to you, it’s pretty silent right now on my end as well, now that I’ve saved your life. Which means, we’re going on vacation.”

Fay cocks her head to the side as Harry moves towards the door, probably heading for the cock-pit. Before he can completely disappear, she calls out to him.

“Where is vacation?!”

He tosses an answer back over his shoulder as he leaves.

“Dubrillion! Guy that owned this ship before me… he always wanted to go there. Way he… talked about it, sounded like a nice place!”

It feels like there’s more to it than that, but Harry is gone and Fay knows she is not quite strong enough yet to follow him. Uncrossing her legs, the Jedi Master slips back into bed, already feeling a certain level of exhaustion falling over her now that she and her bond-mate are no longer in the same room. She can still feel him as a bright spot on the edge of her metaphysical senses, but there is a difference between that and basking in his direct presence.

Harry Potter gives her strength simply by standing close to her. More than that though, he awakens feelings inside of her that Fay has not experienced in quite a long time. Pressing her lips tightly together, the Jedi Masters drifts off to sleep, resolutely ignoring the aching need betwixt her thighs.

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Harry isn’t surprised that Fay doesn’t believe in his magic. Well, he’s a little surprised, but in the end he can accept that she’s close-minded on the subject, despite being so open-minded on a myriad of other subjects. And to be fair, magic didn’t seem to really exist in this universe. Harry was fairly certain it was only his status as Master of Death and Owner of the Hallows that allowed him to get away with fucking about.

Honestly, the very fact that the power of the Hallows transcended universes was enough to fill Harry with a certain amount of unease. Would he ever escape their grasp? It certainly didn’t seem so, if dimension hopping or galaxy hopping or whatever the hell his ritual had actually done hadn’t taken care of the ‘problem’. Of course, that problem had saved his life ultimately, lest he be floating dead in space.

Regardless, the wizard isn’t about to let things go. He could have just proved his magic was real to Fay, but where would the fun in that have been? He’s sure she would have believed him if he’d simply conjured up a dog or chair, or an apple for her to take a nice big bite out of. He could have done any number of showy spells before her, and then asked Fay exactly how her Force had done it.

Instead, Harry decided there was only one reasonable response to a non-believer. And so he began to prank her. Once the course to Dubrillion was laid in, Harry set out to fuck with his new bond mate. It started small of course. The next time Fay awoke, she was strong enough to get up and use the restroom. That’s when she got a good look at herself in a mirror and came stomping up to him in the cockpit.

“Harry! Why is my hair blue?!”

With a smile on his lips and a twinkle in his eye, Harry had simply shrugged and suggested magic. The glare that the Jedi Master had given him was surprisingly hot and he’d once again been forced to tamp down on his libido as she felt his arousal and blushed a deep tomato red. Of course, once she’d calmed down she came up with a ‘perfectly logical explanation’.

“I don’t know where you got the hair dye, or how you managed to do this to me without waking me up, but I do hope it washes out rather easily or I’ll be quite cross with you.”

In the end, he’d allowed the spell to wear off when Fay took her first shower. It was a week-long trip to Dubrillion from Queyta after all. And Harry had further plans regardless.

The next day, Fay came to him with a puppy in her arms, suspiciously the same color of blue as her hair had been.

“Harry, I did not know you had a pet on board… until it woke me up with its tongue on my face. Strangely enough, I do not think this is the animal’s actual fur color.”

She was trying to look upset with him, but the puppy, transfigured into existence from an extraneous metal bolt, kept licking at her face as she held it high in her arms, ruining the effect she was no doubt going for. His wide grin eventually saw the Jedi Master turning and leaving in a huff. Fay hadn’t spoken to him for the rest of that ‘day’, though in outer space days were a more nebulous concept.

Still, she came back when she woke up again to six more puppies in all the remaining colors of a rainbow. When she came storming into the cockpit with the happy, scrambling doggies chasing after her, Harry finally gave Fay his full attention, turning the pilot’s chair to face her with a smug grin on his face.

“Alright Harry, I give up. Tell me how you did this. How did you hide seven lifeforms from my senses, and where did you get the dyes for their fur and my hair? I have searched this entire junk heap of a ship top to bottom, and I still cannot even find where these beautiful creatures could possibly be living, let alone hiding.”

With a twinkle in his eye that would have made Dumbledore proud, Harry shrugs his shoulders, a wide grin on his face.

“Perhaps it’s magic.”

Fay’s expression tells him he’s dangerously close to causing the unflappable, serene Jedi Master to uncharacteristically blow a gasket. Letting out a sigh, Harry rises from the chair and cocks his head to the side.

“Is it so hard to believe in magic Fay?”

When Harry pulls what appears to be a polished piece of wood from his jacket, the Jedi Master furrows her brow in confusion.

“What is that?”

Grinning, Harry swishes it down towards the dogs at her feet.

“My magic wand, of course.”

And then the dogs, the living breathing creatures that up until a moment ago had had force presences, albeit minute, are gone. Fay stares in shock and horror at the seven pieces of scrap that have taken their place.

“You… I… what did you just do?! You murdered them!”

Harry winces.

“I can see how you might think that, but they were never there to begin with Fay. They were transfigurations, created by my magic.”

Fay is aghast, her eyes wide.

“They most certainly were there Harry Potter! They had force presences! Whatever you did, undo it this instance and bring them back, right now!”

With the full force of her glare on him, the wizard caves almost immediately and a swish of the Elder Wand later, the rainbow seven are back in action, barking and jumping this way and that as they run around Fay’s legs. Letting out a sigh of relief as she feels their lifeforce once again in the Force, Fay can’t help but stare at Harry in a whole lot of wonder and just a bit of fear.

“… Explain, please.”

Sobered up, Harry nods, even as he begins to walk out of the cockpit. Fay and the dogs follow him as he tells her all he knows about his world’s magic. Eventually, they reach the ship’s cargo hold and as Harry continues to talk, the shocked Jedi Master is treated to another string of amazing feats as Harry transfigures more scrap into empty bowls and then begins to fill them with water from the tip of his polished stick, as well as food that appears from seemingly nowhere.

By the time the seven puppies are happily chowing down on their meals, Fay feels the need to sit down. A moment later, she is, in a large comfortable armchair that has seemingly come out of nowhere. She stares at Harry as he settles into a mirror of her chair and smiles tentatively at her.

“So yeah. Magic. Real enough for you now?”

For a moment, Fay simply processes everything. And yet, she is no Jedi Master for nothing and she has always trusted in the Living Force. She trusts in what it’s telling her now, the insights she’s gleamed from this short conversation. Leaning forward puts a bit of pressure on her mostly healed chest, but Fay needs to impress the importance of her next words on the man across from her.

“Harry… whatever it is you’re capable of, whether it is magic or not… you are doing it through the Force now. Your abilities are beyond anything I’ve ever seen, but you did not simply transfigure metal into temporary automatons, you made living, breathing animals out of scrap. These beasts are real now, no matter what they were before.”

For a moment, Harry looks like he wants to argue with her. Instead, he deflates and nods his head.

“… That lines up with what I’ve noticed, yes.”

Frowning at how easy that was, Fay can’t help but question him.

“What do you mean.”

Shrugging, Harry gestures to the rainbow puppies.

“They’re self-sustaining. Normally, I’d do the spell and assign them a shelf-life and when they ran out of the magic I gave them, they’d shift back on their own. But not these ones. The transfiguration is permanent, unless I specifically will it to reverse itself like I did in the cockpit. The magic is self-sustaining and these puppies will grow up and live their normal life-spans. Furthermore, our Force Bond… it came about because I was trying to use my magic to save you. The first clue that my magic and your Force are somehow connected.”

Fay nods slowly, glad that Harry is being reasonable. And now that she’s had her eyes opened to just what the human before her is capable of…

“Well then, we have a few more days until we arrive at Dubrillion. Plenty of time to begin your training.”

Harry lifts an eyebrow.

“What?”

The grin on Fay’s face does nothing to set Harry at ease.

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As a bikini-clad Fay falls back onto a blanket and Harry falls atop her, the ageless Jedi Master laughs breathlessly, even as the human she’s taken as her apprentice does the same. And then they both seem to realize their close proximity, leading to silence falling between the two of them as they stare into each other’s eyes.

They’re on Dubrillion now. Fay had been sure to put Harry through his paces these last few days, so at the very least he would be able to recognize situations like the one that had nearly seen him deprive seven new animals of the life he’d unknowingly granted them. The fact that Harry could literally make life from nothing still boggled the mind a bit, but Fay had always been good at going with the flow, and in the end she took it as just another sign from the Living Force that she was meant to be by his side.

Of course, once they’d landed on Dubrillion, Harry had let the multi-colored puppies run off into the wild. Fay had ultimately agreed with the decision, the junker ship that Harry somehow managed to fly around the galaxy was no place for them. They required far more space. They would get it on Dubrillion, the world was a beauty in every way.

And of course, that was why Harry had come here. Before the first hour was out, Fay had found herself blocked from providing anymore of her lessons. She’d also had her clothing transfigured into a skimpy, albeit tasteful bikini. Harry had told her that he was going to have fun and she could join him or not. Then he’d ran out into the crystal blue water of the beach they’d landed near and Fay had had the choice to follow him or stay behind.

She’d followed, in the end. Perhaps it was Harry influencing her through their Force Bond, but ultimately, Fay had let loose. She’d had honest, actual fun for the first time in longer than she could remember. Frolicking in the surf, she’d splashed at Harry, first with her hands and then with the force. He in turn had splashed at her with his magic and they’d had quite an epic battle, play-fighting for over an hour with water.

But that had come to an end when Fay had snuck tendrils of water up Harry’s shorts in an uncharacteristic display of impishness. The look on his face had been priceless, and Fay had laughed, running from the surf as he gave chase after her. When a large, thick blanket had appeared on the ground up ahead, Fay had taken the hint and turned right before it, allowing him to tackle her back onto the comfortable fabric.

And now here they were, both of them only just seeming to realize what their little game had led them to. Harry licks his lips and tries for a smile as they stare into each other’s eyes.

“So then… how should I pun-mmph!”

Before he can finish his statement, Fay has hooked a lithe arm around the man’s neck and pulled him down. Harry’s eyes go wide as their lips smash together, but then they relax and his pupils dilate as he kisses her right back. Their little makeout session continues for some time, until Harry escalates things with his tongue. Despite initiating matters and despite her age, Fay is not well-versed in perversity. As such, while she opens her mouth to allow his tongue access, Fay doesn’t quite understand what he’s doing until her own tongue is wrestling with his for dominance before she even truly realizes what’s happening.

An unconscious moan tries to leave the ageless Jedi Master’s throat as her eyelashes flutter from the spikes of arousal she’s feeling from their Force Bond. Harry’s naked chest presses down against her covered-breast and there’s no twinge of pain or discomfort as their bodies grind against each other. She is fully healed now, thanks to this strong, virile man atop her.

Fay can scarcely believe this is happening, but before she knows it, she’s reaching down to tug at Harry’s shorts. It’s the only garment the human is still wearing, and she happily pulls at them until his phallus pops free. Taking his cock in her hands, she finds herself inexpertly stroking it, even as her and Harry continue to spar with their tongues.

His resulting groan into her own mouth tells Fay that she’s doing something right… but in truth, the centuries-old beauty wants more. One hand pulls the crotch of her bikini aside and the other guides Harry’s cockhead to her entrance. When she places him at her slit, Harry stills, as if just realizing what’s been going on down below. Their lips finally pull apart and he looks down at her, his member fully ready to penetrate her dripping cunt at a moment’s notice.

“… Are you sure Fay?”

The Jedi Master is no virgin, regardless of what the Temple preaches. In over five hundred years, Fay has had lovers here and there. She’s never shared a Force Bond with any of them though, and she can feel Harry’s desire through their connection even now. It is not outright love, but then she doesn’t think she fully loves the human yet either, so that’s alright. The affection is there and the adoration is growing. Fay smiles up at Harry and nods her head.

“I am.”

And then he’s inside of her and the ethereal beauty is letting out a gasp as his cock fills up her waiting quim. Inch after inch of hot, throbbing man meat inside of her pussy. Her thoughts are more provocative than they’ve ever been before, and even as Harry begins to thrust in and out of her, Fay can’t help but blame him and their bond. He’s certainly relaxed her, but this goes a bit beyond that. Harry is not the most perverse or lecherous human that Fay has ever met, but he certainly has a healthy libido and she’s known that her body aroused him since the day they met.

Even still, he does not treat her like an animal or a piece of property. Harry’s cock slides in and out of her as he lays his lips back on hers. A moment later, his hands slide into her hands and their palms rest against each other as their fingers intertwine. Harry pulls her arms above her head as he squeezes her hands, and Fay allows herself to be lost in the pleasure, her entire, curvaceous body jiggling slightly with each powerful thrust into her tightening cunt.

Pleasure is building inside of her. How can it not? Her bond with Harry forms a bit of a feedback loop of sorts. When one of them feels arousal, pleasure, satisfaction, the other feels it as well. It builds and then gets sent back along the connection once more. As such, they are swiftly approaching a mutual completion. Fay can feel this, she knows that when she reaches climax, Harry will as well. He will cum inside of her, and truthfully Fay has no idea if she will get pregnant or not. It will be as the Living Force wills it, in the end.

And really, that’s all she needs, isn’t it? Putting her trust in the Living Force even now, Fay stops holding back the pleasure. Moments later and she’s crying out into Harry’s insistent lips, even as he grunts into hers. Her inner walls clench rapidly around his pulsating cock and her pussy juices coat his member even as Harry cums deep inside of her and fills her womb with his potentially life-bearing seed.

She has never felt more alive than in this moment, and considering all she has achieved in five hundred years… well, suffice to say, her victories and her successes throughout her life are not diminished by the mental declaration. Rather, this moment of personal satisfaction between her and her bond mate is simply so great it eclipses everything else in Fay’s mind.

Harry pulls his softening cock out of her and untwines his fingers from hers before. The human flops down on the conjured blanket beside the Jedi Master, even as Fay catches her breath, her chest heaving all the way. They stare up at the beautiful blue sky overhead together for a brief moment, and then Fay is the one to initiate contact this time, her fingers brushing against his searchingly.

Once she’s found his hand, Fay slides her own back into his grip and looks to him, a brilliant smile on her face. Harry looks back and smiles as well. There’s no need for words. The affection the two lovers feel for each other is quite clear through their Force Bond.