A Jedi's Desire (Star Wars) Chapter 4 (Patreon)

Chapter 4: Oola's Gratitude

That first impression definitely left Jabba's clan a bit wary on dealing with her. They would not go out of their way to openly degrade her. She was so confident in her decision that she even presented her lightsaber for the Hutt's safekeeping until her time was up. It wasn't a mere show of bravery either, her time away from the temple and associating with all kinds of people from across the galaxy had put her in more than a few rough spots with all kinds of rough types and despite her fair appearance, she had been in more than a few scrapes toe to toe. If anyone gave her trouble, she'd know how to handle herself.

But for the Hutt personally, he viewed it as a challenge. He would not be so laviscious with her as he was with her other girls. On the other hand he showed no apprehension at all in addressing her.

He would not say her name either. He would simply say, “Jedi!” in that thick voice of his, dripping with disdain. And then he would order her to give a lap dance for the seedy men that came to visit the his pleasure palace.

She let him touch all over her, barely moving herself. For anyone else, that would have earned them a death sentence from Jabba. But he was content with this notion. She would learn her place.

Yet her quarters were the same as the rest of the slave girls. The first night, despite all the bravado she showed to Jabba and his boys, she was still in shock at what kind of decision she had made. It was a surprisingly spacious room, shared with the rest of the dancers. But for all the austerity of the Jedi Temple's rooms, it offered nothing of the comfort of that demesne.

The other slave girls also noticed Bella's thinly veiled disgust at her new living arrangements too. They smiled and giggled to themselves. Her daughter Aly was much the same, but they would never be so bold as to cross anyone with such a violent reputation as a Sith. A Jedi Master on the other hand was far different, having more of a noble bearing attached to that title than any known martial reputation, which was more than out of place in this corner of the galaxy. More than a few of them couldn't stop staring at her. She knew of their amusement too. Doing her best to ignore it, she turned on her side and went to sleep.

Yet she could not do it for long. The hands of all those men touching her, this place, it ignited an almost nostalgic fire of lust inside her body. It reminded her of her scandalous little fling with the father of her child.

It was a shameful thing for her to feel. Those men had no sense of privacy, no regard for her boundaries. They cared nothing for her. They only saw a beautiful woman like her as a wild beast that needed to be tamed. Even if her physique was as strong as it was during the old days, they would still have lusted after her. Yet with her current more slender and elegant form coupled with her fierce personality, they openly saw her as a wild animal that needed to be tamed. For that reason alone they were not so shy in touching all over her, feeling her ass and grabbing her breasts as they pleased. They would not provoke her with anything else. But they knew what they wanted.

It got her far hotter than she would have liked. And the night was long and she knew the next morning would come sooner than she liked. Furious with herself, she dipped a hand into her honeypot. She was surprised by how hot and wet she was on her own fingers.

She stabbed her insides ruthlessly. Her fingers were wet with her fluids and the nub of her clitoris was already sticking out. But instead of sating her desires, it only made her want more. She undid her top, revealing her large breasts. She took one of them into her mouth, sucking on the hard nipple while she fondled the other one.

It all got to be too much for her. She nervously bit her nipple and started squirming in her fit of lust. She didn't know if it was the men here, the sight of her daughter fucking Jabba, or both, but all she could do was thrash her hips all over the place. She needed it so badly.

She let her breast slip out of her mouth and moaned deeply as she finally came, her clit squirting and her pussy leaking down her thighs. She took her hand out and looked at it. Under the moonlight she got a good look at just how wet it was. Still gasping from that orgasm, she sucked each of her fingers clean. Then she was finally able to get the rest she so desperately needed.

The second day was a little better. Jabba's demands were still subdued. He still paid more attention to her than the other slave girls and ordered her around most of all, but she was only there to give lap dances. She did it pretty awkwardly at first too. For as much of a daring girl she was in her youth, actually pleasing this seedy assortment of men was another thing entirely. She refused to look at her clientele, still humiliated by this role she had committed herself to.

Everyone there noticed just how out of place she felt, the clientele and Jabba's own retinue alike. That didn't keep the former from feeling all over her as she danced on top of them. Some of their hands were a little smoother than others and others were rough and callused all over. But they definitely only had one thing in mind.

Even she knew how awkward she was a dancer compared to the likes of the other girls. The movements didn't look that hard, and she knew that compared to the acrobatics of the force, it was no big deal at all. Still, she didn't want to give these louts anymore satisfaction than they were already getting from groping all over her gorgeous body.

And she knew they were getting off on it plenty. As she would move herself on top of them, more than a few times she felt their boners underneath her. Some of the clients were still fully clothed and others were wearing far less, but she felt their penises rubbing all over her backside and in between her firm derriere. They were none too shy about their desires either, grunting and chuckling as much as she moved on their erect penises.

But that wasn't the worst of it. She refused to go any further because of how turned on she was. Maybe it was because of seeing her daughter like that, maybe it was because it had been so long since she had found men who were so open with touching and caressing her all over, or maybe it was bit of nostalgia for the father of her child. Everytime, she felt her nipples getting hard underneath her top and a little bit of wetness seep out of her pussy.

Her mind started playing tricks on her too. She started to fantasize about how good it would feel to fuck all these horny men, to dominate them and have them inside her. As she would further indulge in these thoughts of carnal pleasure, she knew whatever advantage she would have over them wouldn't last even with all her powers in the force, and soon she would be on the floor, fucking and sucking all of them in wanton pleasure, as each of them would cum all over her. The thought titillated her. Yet she pushed all these notions aside, regarding it as a side effect of the new role she was being asked to play.

Maybe it was something of her regal bearing as a Jedi, and maybe it was her overall muscular build. But none of the men who came here ever dared to step things up a notch. For that, she was grateful.

The other girls on the other hand weren't so lucky. The men were far more vicious in their caresses, Bella knew that much at least, she saw them. But she also heard their loud moans too. Some of them must have been getting off on it too, Jabba's palace was a steaming nest of heat and perversion, and it would corrupt the best of people. That was only what she could see.

Yet she'd hear others protesting loudly. The first few times she rationalized it as something she'd have to put up with to get what she wanted. She didn't like it, but if that's what she would have to do, then so be it. But for all the sorts she was used to associating with, the levels she was willing to debase herself, she had not forgotten her code of justice. She was still a Jedi.

It happened while she was alone, not servicing anyone. She was cooing to them like any sultry temptress, eager to earn her favor with Jabba and play the part as best she could. She would not disappoint the Hutt. But when she heard a girl screaming “No!” in Twi'leki, she moved fast. She made her way to the source of the sound.

It was Bib Fortuna and an older human man. Like Jabba's majordomo, the latter was also finely dressed, but he was way rougher looking in appearance and demeanor than the former, a few scars lining his face and his expression a seemingly permanent scowl. The two of them had cornered the green Twi'ek girl, Bella remembered her name was Oola. This man was holding her pretty roughly and Bib Fortuna was trying to calm her down.

“Stupid girl, do what you're told!” Bib Fortuna said. “Know your place. Your role is to dance for these men. And if they want a little more, so be it. This is your new life now.” The man was nodding the whole time. Bella didn't know if he understood the Twi'lek language or could tell from context what exactly Jabba's majordomo was trying to get her to do. Oola looked up at her new client with fear in her eyes.

“Hey! What's the meaning of this?” Bella said in Twi'leki, moving fast to them. Bib Fortuna glared at her. Oola quickly rushed to her side.

“He pulled on my lekku and tried making me do things I didn't want to do!” Oola said.

“Is that a problem?” Bib Fortuna said. He glared at Bella. “Remember your place.”

She didn't back down. “Oh I think I know my place plenty.”Then she looked at the man and spoke in perfect Basic. “Bullying a little girl huh?” She held her hands up and moved them down her sculpted body. “Too afraid to handle a real woman?” Bib Fortuna spat on the floor and left the scene.

“Fine,” the man roughly said in a haughty voice. It reminded Bella of a moff, or an imperial officer. “Let's see the two of you dance together. Then I'll decide what happens.”

She wasn't daunted in the slightest. She smiled at him wryly. “My pleasure.”

Bella took Oola's hands and then began dancing with her. She still wasn't much of a formal talent herself, her only real talent in dancing giving these men a show as well as the formal stances of lightsaber combat. She found her resolve fading fast.

Fortunately, Oola was far more of a practiced hand at this sort of thing. Though she was one of Jabba's girls and in all senses a slave, Bella was surprised by how good at dancing the Twi'lek girl was on a technical level. The Jedi Master even found herself taken a bit off guard by how the green skinned girl's movements mixed eroticism in with each perfect movement. She had come here to save her, but now she was more than bit off guard.

Their purveyor was enjoying the show too. But he was getting impatient. “You two are holding back. If you don't go further, I'll take the both of you.”

Bella was disgusted at the thought of doing it with this man. A shameful pang of desire hit her mind as thoughts of him touching all over her in this current getup flooded her mind but she quickly pushed it aside. She looked right at the Twi'lek girl right in front of her. Oola was just smiling at her.

Bella nodded. She had to protect her. They closed their bodies a little closer. Oola was leaning in for a kiss, but Bella turned her face away, blushing deeply. Still, they moved their practically naked bodies right up against each other.

The man was nodding in satisfaction. They were both beautiful but they couldn't be diffferent. Oola was a green Twi'lek with a lean and soft form while the human Jedi Master was graceful all over with all the aspects a man could want, tall enough to match some of the types he encountered on the regular. But she was a knock out, and with her natural powers in the force, her body had aged so much slower than normal, looking about two decades younger than she actually was, with her eyes bearing a maturity and wisdom few women had. He wanted to feel her long dark hair for himself.

Oola seemed to like it too. As the two were moving together, the Twi'lek reached her arms up, feeling all over her sizeable back muscles and her firm shoulders. Bella was a bit taken aback, she was no stranger to being praised by other men and got some jealousy from other women too, some of those people even being her fellow Jedi. But despite her decision, it was still a new thing for her to be so exposed in a den of wretchedness like this one. Let alone have another woman openly coveting her in such a fashion.

Yet for Oola, it was less an amorous display than it was an act of gratitude and comfort. In Jabba's palace, the girls would comfort each other behind the scenes, but never so brazenly confront an unruly customer, let alone someone as high ranking as Bib Fortuna. But Bella had done both.

Still, Oola was also aware of the power dynamic here. Despite having seniority over Jabba's newest girl even though she was so much younger, she also wanted to protect her savior. She also felt no small amount of trepidation too, she knew how vulnerable she was. So she was clinging to that elegant body body in an act of pure vulnerability, feeling the tight muscle underneath her silky and full form. Bella knew it too, and held Oola's nubile body right back, affirming that need for protection.

Bella felt the greedy man looking right at her. Even someone like her with all her pride was feeling both repulsed and aroused from being wanted in such a fashion. She knew what she was agreeing to when she acquiesced to meet Jabba's demands. But living it was a completely different thing.

Oola sensed her apprehension too. Still aware of the man watching them, she pushed back a lock of hair and whispered, “I'll take the fall for you. I'll protect you,” in perfect Twi'leki.

Bella immediately looked back at her. “What? No!” She knew the Twi'lek language well enough to respond to her, but she was so incensed at the idea that she could only respond in Basic.

“It's fine. I've done this before,” she said. Bella was about to say something when the girl kissed her right on the lips. She froze up, she had never been kissed by another woman like this, not even in her more adventurous younger days. As she was struggling to respond, Oola suddenly pulled away. Bella looked at Oola, so beautiful and vulnerable before her, the lipstick on her full lips a little smudged from that recent kiss, she had to do something. Yet all she could feel were her own flushed cheeks and the residue of lipstick on her own lips.

The man was about to make his decision. “I think I'll take both of you. But first the girl,” he said, looking at Oola. “And I'll make her do whatever I want.” He started stroking his crotch, revealing just how hard he was.

The two women could see just how hard he was. “Get over here,” he said to Oola.

“I don't think so,” Bella said, stepping forward. “You want to pick someone, take me instead.”

“A bitch like you, no. I was going to but now that I'm getting a good look at your face, no way. You're too ugly for my tastes.” He got up and moved right at her so hard he pushed right into her. “Now stand aside before I hurt you.”

She chuckled. She grabbed his arm and pulled him up in one fluid motion so that he was right over her, then threw him down to the floor. She just rubbed her hands together like she had just taken care of a job.

The noise of that scuffle was so loud that everyone else froze up. They were watching the situation to see how it would go down. “I bet that's the first time anyone ever stood up to you, huh?” she said. “Of course, if you want more of that, I'm right here,” she said, and actually held her arms up and flexed them, pumping out her firm biceps and triceps. They weren't bulging like some of the more physical oriented men and women she had known in her order, let alone the various performers across the galaxy and the Gamorrean guards here, but one didn't become a master in the old order for nothing.

He looked up at her in an undeniable snarl. She confidently put her hands on her hips and looked down at him, smiling. Even in her current setting and showing herself off to everyone nearby, she felt triumphant and proud. But that smile wouldn't last long when he pulled a weapon from his hip.

She expected it to be a blaster. Even without her telekinetic abilities in the force, she had learned how to physically disarm blasters by tougher guys than this one when the barrel was inches away from her face. But it wasn't a blaster. It was a lightsaber.

It was one she recognized too. It was her daughter's weapon she had used when she was training as a padawan. Nothing quite as refined as her weapon as a Jedi Master, it was more or less a cylindrical mass of metal with grooves here and there with no real attempts at ornamentation. When he ignited it, it had the same blue blade too. She couldn't be completely sure but she had a pretty good idea.

“Where'd you get that?” she said.

“I'd say there are bigger things for you to worry about,” he said, pointing the end of the blade right at her.

Physically disarming someone with a lightsaber carried it's risks. It wasn't the same way as disarming someone of a blaster as the long blade flying about could easily fly exactly where you wouldn't want it, the same way that sometimes using a double-bladed lightsaber was a dangerous avenue more for the wielder than for their opponent. But she could also use the force to yank it right out of his hand.

She was about to do that when a Gamorrean approached her. “Boss wants to see you,” he said in heavily accented and broken Basic.

She looked back at Oola. “I'll be back for you,” she said. Then she left.

When she was before Jabba, he had a blank look on his face. Bib Fortuna was still pleading with his master in Twi'leki. The whole time the Hutt was staring right at her.

In spite of the roughness of that recent encounter, Bella suddenly felt very vulnerable. She was still very exposed in her outfit, and was reminded of Oola's lips right on hers. It started to dawn on her that for all her outward flouting of the traditional mores of the Jedi Temple, she was more than a bit out of her depth in a place like this one. She quickly licked her lips nervously and tasted Oola's fresh lipstick on her tongue. She realized how much she was in danger and what a bad place this was for her.

Then suddenly, Jabba laughed. It was such a loud sound that even his majordomo stopped yammering on as he was. The Hutt licked his lips at this bold Jedi Master.

“Very good little Jedi!” Jabba said in rather articulate Huttese.

“What...?” Bib Fortuna said in Basic. It was only one word, but it was still heavily accented and expressed his disbelief perfectly.

“That man you speak of is from the empire,” Jabba said. “He is a moff. He comes here from time to time and acts like he owns the place just because of his rank.”

Jabba sensed her picking up on that and continued. “And for a time, I've tolerated his presence. But I'm getting sick of him. I told you that you would have other duties than merely dancing to keep my men happy, no?”

She understood exactly what he was getting at. “You want me to kill him.”

“Is my Jedi friend too pure to do that? If you are, I'm more than content to end our contract right now.”

“No, I'll do it.” There was no hesitation in her voice. She had longed to spill imperial blood. She pulled her lightsaber from behind Jabba in his treasure trove of goods to her hand with the force before he even gave a motion to one of his guards. Then she made her way to her target.

At that point, the imperial man was still getting handsy with Oola. He was holding the lightsaber hilt with one hand while touching all over her with the other. The Twi'lek girl was still uncomfortable with him, looking away nervously while he fondled her to his heart's content, knowing the threat he held over her. He couldn't keep his hands to himself, feeling all over her arms and back, and even sniffing her lekku. At the same time he was moving himself with his erect penis right against her.

As soon as the Jedi was close, Oola immediately took notice of her. The moff did too, and scowled at her. He reached for the lightsaber hilt again and bared his teeth at her in a vicious snarl. Not for too long, because she immediately ignited her golden lightsaber blade.

He pushed Oola aside like she was unimportant and went at her.

“Where did you get that?” she demanded, pressing up the blade of her weapon against his.

“Oh this? A pretty little Sith gave it to me in exchange for information. Told me it wasn't of any use to her anymore.” He smiled. “She looked very much like you. Was she your sister or something?”

“And where is she now?”

“Turn off your weapon and get down on your knees. Then we'll talk.”

Bella could tell from the way he was holding the weapon that he held no specialty in this sort of swordsmanship. She was also so worked up that she realized that a real master would have easily been able to spot several openings she had left open without realizing it. Indeed for him, holding this weapon of a civilized age was only a petty way to shock others and kowtow them to do as he wanted.

She kicked him right in the stomach, knocking him back. He dropped the weapon, and she summoned the hilt to her hand. Now holding both sabers, her face was covered in an icy glow. Even in that racy dancer's outfit, she looked beautiful and terrifying in equal measure.

“Where is she?”

“I don't know! She was on Coruscant a couple months ago and wanted information about the movement of rebel factions to help Vader track down Luke Skywalker behind the emperor's back! I told her if she wanted real info, she should go to Black Sun. Prince Xizor apparently has it bad for him. And that thing there was her bargaining chip. There's plenty of bootleg lightsabers and other weird ones that don't work right to go around, but I knew that thing was the real deal. That's it! Okay?”

She barely took any notice of the name of one of the most famous rebels in the galaxy, still unaware of his status as Vader's son. But the name of Black Sun rang a bell. Bella knew of them as another big time crime syndicate. Infamous in every corner of the galaxy, even those who didn't know about it felt it's influence in one way or another, the kind of power that even someone as rough as Jabba's brand of rough criminal had to respect and fear. But then there were tales that it's power was diminishing as of late. Still, even a wounded beast of prey was not to be underestimated.  “You don't know anything else?”

“No we...we parted ways after that. That's all I know, I swear!”

“Fine.” She had forgotten Jabba's command, all she could think about was her daughter. She shut off both weapons and turned her back to him. Grinning to himself, he moved to wrap his hands around her neck and choke her. He was no Jedi but the seedy senses of a moff from backroom political maneuvering were not to be underestimated, and he realized just how much she had let her guard down. Oola called out to her would be savior to watch out. Snapping back to reality, Bella flipped the hilt of her daughter's blade around in a single fluid motion and ignited it. The energy blade stabbed him right in the heart.

She looked back. She only locked eyes with the moff for several seconds as his glare for her didn't last long with searing pain from the hole in his stomach. He turned away, grunting hard, and held his hands up, begging for mercy. Nobody moved. And then he was dead. She sighed. This changed nothing.

Oola silently watched her with admiration. Bella smiled and nodded. That only prompted the Twi'lek to actually run up to her embrace her, holding her deeply like she a protective sister or mother. She was a bit put off from such an overt display of affection.

But then she remembered her only daughter. It had been so long since she had embraced her like that, the two were very close. Closing her eyes, she let herself imagine that they were reunited and she returned that affectionate embrace, touching all over the girl's body. The illusion wasn't complete what with Oola's body being so much more slender than Aly's, not to mention the lekku over her hands. That wasn't enough to keep those wonderful feelings of warmth from washing over her.

When they parted their hug to look at each other, Oola was looking right into her eyes. Bella could read the tenderness and sincerity perfectly. But she hadn't expected the dancer to close her eyes and lean in close. The Jedi was a big unsure on how to respond when a hand tapped her on the shoulder.

It was Bib Fortuna. “The boss wants to see you,” he said with no small amount of displeasure in his face.

“Not a Gamorrean this time?” Bella said. “I really must be rising up in the world.” He didn't respond, just turned and walked away. That prompted her to actually laugh loudly enough for everyone present to hear her.

She looked back at Oola. The both of them were about to say something, but then Bella nodded again and walked away. She followed Bib Fortuna so she was with Jabba again.

The Hutt was just nodding his great slimy head. He wasn't laughing but there was definitely something of a smile on his face. “I have done as you asked,” she said in Huttese.

“Good. Well done. I don't forget such good deeds in my service.”

“Then I need to ask you something.”

“I asked you for a week's time and this is only the second day. You're being rather bold to talk to Jabba like that!” He laughed and looked at Bib Fortuna. His Twi'lek minion looked awkwardly between them, realizing for the first time just how precarious his situation was. He knew his master well, but he was at a loss for words to appease this Jedi woman who he had been on the wrong end of since the beginning.

“I need you to ask for someone high ranking from Black Sun to come here.”

“I asked you to kill someone from the empire and now you want to join up with that outfit? Your daughter left the Jedi to join the Sith. Perhaps you yourself are no longer a Jedi, eh? A spy from Black Sun!” He laughed and even a bootlicker like Bib Fortuna grinned a little bit, feeling more confident now.

“She's too dangerous,” Bib Fortuna said in Twi'leki. “It would be better if we fed her to the rancor.”

Jabba stopped laughing and looked right at him. He said nothing but the meaning was clear. He called the shots around here. His majordomo quickly stepped away to appease him.

“That man I just killed had information about my daughter,” Bella said. “He said she wanted info from Black Sun. If she came here, then others from Black Sun probably know about her.”

“I do have connections. But you are bold indeed to beg for my help so early. Nor do I hold any particular loyalties. I'll tell you if that moff came here today with enough credits, I would help him!”

Bib Fortuna nodded, agreeing with his master's assessment. “Know your place,” he said in broken Basic, glaring right at her.

“I'm not here as a Jedi or someone from the old republic,” Bella said. “I'm just looking for my daughter. And you said you don't forget good deeds in your service.”

He seemed to measure that answer. Then he spoke. “There is indeed a friend of mine high up in Black Sun. A personal friend. A business partner too. As gratitude for crushing that gnat, I will invite him here. I do not know if he has the information you seek. But since you want to see him so badly, I will call for you as soon as he arrives. And you will do as he asks.” He leaned his head forward. “Everything. Do you take my meaning, Jedi?”

“Yes, I think do,” Bella said.

She held up both lightsabers. But he waved his arm, dismissing the notion. “Only the one you offered up originally. If that man had it, then it's collateral. You won it in combat.”

Bella smiled and bowed before him in a little curtsy. It was an elegant enough motion but wearing so little, all the men present had their attention zeroed in on her. “Thank you. Master Jabba is a most generous man.”  Then she took her leave, walking a little slower than usual with a rather sensual grace, knowing how much they were all paying attention to her.

She found Oola again. Her face lit up as soon as she saw that her savior was okay. “I'm so happy to see you're safe! Jabba has a fierce temper and...nobody here has ever done that for me.”

Bella shrugged. “If it makes you feel better, he told me to kill that man,” she said in Twi'leki. So it's fine.”

“Still it means a lot.” She bowed down and then rising up again, said, “Thank you,” in heavily accented Basic.

“It's fine,” Bella said, right back. Oola actually understood that, she had yet to begun becoming fluent in Basic, but even with her brief knowledge of that tongue, knew those words. And she was so happy that she understood the sentiment too.

“Um...” Oola started.

“Come on, people are watching,” Bella said. “Let's get back to work.”

Oola nodded again. “Okay, okay!” she said. Clearly the girl didn't know much Basic and was attempting to impress her champion, and Bella had to laugh a little at her earnestness.

With how well that encounter had gone down, Bella was feeling a lot better than usual. She was so happy that even a day in a den like this one went faster than she expected. It wasn't long until the twin suns of Tattooine had set.

That second night in the ladies' quarters, all the other girls were looking at her and nodding her head. This time she understood exactly why they were looking at her and she returned their glances and nodded, feeling very proud herself. As she lay in her cot, she felt a presence behind her. It was the green Twi'lek girl, Oola, sitting on her knees above her. Nothing like Bib Fortuna, and nothing like her master in the Jedi either. There was an innocent curiosity in her eyes.

“Yes?” Bella said rising up a little bit, feeling flustered. She had just begun to doze off in her sleep.

“Thank you so much for saving me!” she said in perfect Twi'leki. The girl was so happy that her voice was shaking as she said it.

Bella woke up a little bit, remembering the day's events. “Sure, it was nothing,” she said back, still a little drowsy. Her command of the language was solid but nowhere near as solid as a native's. Even when the girl was so nervous.

“I want to thank you. And...” She looked away and blushed on her green face. Bella looked at her for a few moments and was about to say something, before she suddenly pushed her face right onto the Jedi's, kissing her

It wasn't the first time the girl had kissed her, but it was still a bit of a surprise. The first time was understandable given the situation they were in, but now there was no doubting the meaning behind it. No less so with above her, holding her broad shoulders.

Bella was still taking it in. It wasn't just shock she was feeling either, there was also a bit of casual warmth she felt in her body she hadn't felt in so long since she absconded to fool around with that smuggler so long ago. Even when she was younger and visited the paramours at the temple, she had never fooled around with any of the women around there.  As those full lips were rubbing right up on hers, her heart began to skip a beat too and she couldn't begin to believe just how quick her nipples were hardening up in excitement. And then before she knew it, she felt the Twi'lek's tongue slip right into her mouth.

Oola had felt Bella's surprise from just how little Bella was giving it back to her. So she moved her hands to those broad shoulders and moved them up and down her firm and built arms. The Twi'lek was touching her like that just to get her to loosen up, but she also found herself enjoying her savior's buff and well defined physique. She could feel very safe with a woman like this one protecting her.

Without even thinking, Bella coiled her tongue back around Oola's. She was unused to this kind of female affection especially unprompted, but the day's events had left her with a rush, and she was feeling more open minded than ever. In so much little clothing, the girl's touches were so delicate and careful compared to the other men that usually came here, and she cupped the girl's face.

It wouldn't stay gentle for long either. The instant that Bella got a little more aggressive her, it incited a sexual hunger inside Oola that had gone unsatisfied for far too long. As one of Jabba's dancers she was no stranger to rough men of all types getting handsy with her and being dressed in her attire, eventually her body had developed a taste for it, yet it did nothing for her heart. But after today's events, she allowed herself to feel happy lust for the first time in so long like she was a little girl. She wanted it so bad and after feeling the Jedi soft hand touch her face like they were lovers, she intended to have it.

Bella had just gotten used to returning Oola's touches, but she had no idea the Twi'lek girl wanted it so much. Before she even realized it, those green hands caressing her body had pulled down her top and exposing her breasts to everyone there. She heard a bunch of giggling and gasping from the other girls at the sight of her large breasts, there was no question of how much they were enjoying it.

She felt more than a little out of her depth. Oola quickly parted her lips with her, leaving a little trail of spit that snapped apart all too soon, as the green skinned girl moved her head down and kissed her neck. Bella inadvertently relaxed a bit, lying down, as those full lips and that hot tongue moved down to her neck, her shoulders, and all over her broad chest. She wasn't unused to such touches, but she had no idea that a woman would feel this way for her or that she'd enjoy it so much. All she could do was lay back and surrender to those touches like she was a virgin all over again.

Oola touched her crotch. Bella almost jumped up from it, the small bottom she wore was very thin, and as she had put up with the ravenous touches of the men who came to Jabba's palace for a good time, her body was spiked with a perverse sexual lust that filled her with a bit of shame. But this time it felt so right, those small dainty hands were touching her aroused box, and someone she once thought so innocent and helpless knew exactly how to tease her, sliding a finger in between her pussy lips without actually properly fingering her. Her clitoris was twitching inside.

Oola knew it too. This Jedi Master who from the time could walk to the current day was devoted more to the physical aspects of her training than the metaphysical aspects of the force and as she had grown up, that development enhanced her body in all aspects, but especially the size of her clitoris. Still teasing her twat by sliding those fingers in and out, she moved her thumb up and brushed against the clitorial hood. Even gently teasing her vagina and not actually directly caressing her skin, the effect was sublime, and Bella suddenly arched her hips upward from the jolt of pleasure that ran up all the way from her vagina to the base of her spine.

She looked down at Bella's face. The Jedi was biting her lip, clearly she was getting off on it. But Oola had no idea this proud warrior woman could be so sensitive. For a moment she thought she was submissive, but then she looked up at the dancer and roughly grabbed her face, pulling her in for another deep kiss.

Bella's kiss wasn't very eloquent with how her tongue was stirring up inside Oola's mouth but that was only because of how horny she was. The dancer and expert in so many ways of pleasure gave it right back to her, still touching her vagina but the sheer aggression of the Jedi kissing her was throwing off the way she was calmly petting that pussy. And the older woman's hands were running all over the slender girl's body, her soft flesh felt so good.

The Jedi had to break the kiss and make an undignified shriek from all that pent up sexual energy finally exhausted in a sudden orgasm. All the attention from these rough men, the high from killing that gangster, finding her daughter's lightsaber, and now the novelty of a lesbian experience, she finally had spent it all outright. She weakly held onto Oola as she reeled from that climax.

But Oola wasn't finished yet. She was amazed what supple breasts Bella had despite being so ripped all over, and her nipples were perking up from that orgasm. They had felt real, but she was curious to get a taste herself.

Holding the small of her back to keep Bella upright with her other arm and softly massaging the vagina, Oola took one of the teats into her mouth. Her curiosity satisfied, she knew they were real this time. The heat, the texture in her mouth, and those nipples standing on end, she hungrily ate those breasts, moaning happily as she did so.

Still in the throes of that climax, the Jedi bit her lips in a fit of sweet rapture. Having just climaxed, she felt on the cusp of another orgasm already. She felt like a helpless sailor, drowning in the sea of lust. Then Oola directly jabbed her finger inside her vagina.

Bella's body was on autopilot at that point. She was moving her hips back and forth at a breakneck pace while Oola very slowly moved her finger back and forth. The same could not be said of the way she was sucking her tit, her lover's sheer enthusiasm was bringing something out of her and while she was hardly being gentle with the breast, soon it was like she was almost eating it, taking as much of in her mouth as she could. Bella grabbed Oola's neck tightly and gasped again, climaxing right on her finger as a dash of fluid squirted right out of her clit through the thin undergarment and onto her hand.

Still touching Bella's vagina, she moved her fingers up into the undergarment and prodded the skin clitoris. The nub had stuck out in the midst of all that heavy petting but after cumming twice, it was definitely sticking out then. Taking it in between her fingers, she began stroking it back and forth like she would a penis.

Bella came only seconds later after her second one. Her cries of release didn't sound anything quite organic, they even almost sounded fake, but that was proof of just how much of a slave she had become to her body's own desires. She kept her hold over Oola to remain steady.

But those multiple orgasms in quick succession hardly put her off. A sexual hunger she hadn't felt in sometime returned to her. She looked right at her lover with an intensity that almost scared her, and pushed her back so hard that she landed on her back. Before the girl could respond, she yanked down the dancer's panties revealing her naked vagina. It was a curious thing seeing alien pussy for the first time, Oola was perfectly clean shaven just like the rest of her. And there was no denying how wet she was.

The girl was a bit shaken from this overt display. Despite coming onto the older woman in the first place, Bella still had the power advantage over her, both in the force as well as being much stronger overall. This Jedi Master was more than happy to capitalize on it. The undeniable wetness around her pussy, the sheen of sweat covering her body. All she saw was prey.

She grabbed Oola's hips and ate pussy for the first time.

The Twi'lek girl was so tight and wet that for several moments Bella even wondered if she was eating her right. It was a bit hard for her to move her tongue in those spongy folds. But the smell of arousal, the fluids leaking out over her inner thighs, and that body quivering in her grasp, there was no doubt Oola was getting off on it.

Oola had started yelping loudly, it almost sounded like she was in pain. Even with those hands holding her hips, her body was still squirming from the tongue wriggling around in her cunt. Bella was plenty vicious after her lesbian awakening, eating out the Twi'lek girl with a ferocity that made up for any inexperience in proper cunnilingus. The pussy around her tongue tasted sweet, this girl was truly a treat that deserved better than Jabba's harem, but more than anything, Bella relished in being able to dominate her like that.

Oola sucked in her breath as her vaginal folds suddenly squeezed around Bella's tongue. A sudden deluge of pussy juiced leaked out, and in a state of pure mindless hunger, she lapped up as much of it on her tongue as she could. She took her tongue out of labia, her pussy lips spread open from the force of that cunnilingus and the after effect of that intense orgasm.

Not yet satisfied to leave it at that, she licked Oola's clitoris. Just having come to terms with such a powerful orgasm, she was defenseless to Bella, and the Jedi Master knew it. The instant her tongue graced the girl's clitoris, as her body was still shaking in that ecstasy, she still noticed the slightest of shivers, small but potent. Encouraged, she brought the nub out of the hood and licked all over it.

This time there wasn't any eloquence in her pussy eating. All Bella could do was mash her tongue all over the clit, ruthlessly dominating her. Eventually Oola's body started moving all over the place again. Her voice wasn't as loud as before, but it was a never ending stream of weak little squeals, a testament to her pleasure.

She looked down at the Twi'lek girl. Lost in the throes of pleasure, her moans of pleasure were so loud and high pitched, her body was shaking, and she was staring off into space. Clearly she fucked her up good.

And Bella was ready for more. She reached down for Oola's hands and pulled the girl up to her feet. She planted a deep kiss on her lips. Despite the severity of those orgasms, the Twi'lek kissed her back as hard as she could, their tongues lashing sloppily in each other's mouths.

“Let's dance like we did before!” Oola said with a giddy smile on her face. She pulled her top and grinded up on Bella as hard as she could in a measured and sensual rhythm. Bella didn't even respond and moved back with an ardent fervor. There wasn't much dancing in her movements, just pure sexual lust.

As the two were grinding up with each other, Oola was getting weak from Bella's strength. She didn't let herself show it easily, but she felt like she was about to collapse. But even in this lewd act, the talents of a Jedi had their uses, and the older woman knew it was happening too. So she grabbed up under her ass and hoisted her up.

It was a mercy to her knees. But Oola was still plenty horny and wrapped her legs around Bella's ass, and reached around her back with her hands. With the two of them locked up together now, the Twi'lek grinded up hard against Bella once more. Her small breasts and vagina were moving right up against Bella's much more developed features, and the Jedi Master gave it to her right back. With her lithe body type clinging to the amazonian woman, she almost looked like a small child holding to her mother. Every second they were either kissing each other hungrily or gasping in delicious ecstasy.

“Do you want to cum?” Bella said in Basic.

“Yes! Yes!” Oola said. She didn't know what was said to her, certainly not in the midst of such passionate loemaking but she knew those words at least and just went along with it.

“Then call me...mommy.”

Like before Oola didn't understand it, but the way Bella said 'Mommy,' was all she needed to hear. “Mommy! Mommy!” She just kept going on like that as the two humped each other. The submissive thrill of it was too much for Oola, she kept on doing it. And Bella just held her ass the whole time, kissing all over her shoulders, neck, and face.

Their pussies were already mashing up hard against each other. They were close to an climax. But the exact instant their clits met each other, it sent the two of them spiraling wildly out of each control. Bella howled loudly as she came again, and that pushed Oola to her own orgasm, moving herself against the Jedi Master harder than ever.

That little writhing body clinging to her, the force of her orgasm, it was too much even for a Jedi Master with her accomplishments, and Bella fell on her back. It wasn't too bad for her, and thankfully she had broken Oola's fall too. The Twi'lek girl was still clinging to her, covered in a sheen of sweat, and Bella planted small loving kisses all over her face.

Then she lifted the girl off her so they were lying next to each other. The look in those eyes, the power of her force signature, there was no denying just how rapt in love and lust Oola was. Smiling with satisfaction, Bella gave her another long wet kiss before she said, “Good night my baby.”