From Coruscant to....(Closed for Apollo Wilde and Naphalm)

[Apollo Wilde]

If someone would have even suggested to Madoka a day earlier that she would be wildly fucking a padawan learner, overrun by Zeltron pheromones, she probably would have laughed. Stranger things had happened, but that particular scenario seemed even beyond the pale for something that she would have done.

Dac, as with most everything she’d shown him, was a quick learner. He’d easily slipped into a steady, satisfying rhythm, and once given the go-ahead to touch her, his tentative explorations elicited moans of appreciation from her. The part of her that still held on to rationality figured that she would have overwhelmed him, too much at once - and maybe that was the case. It was hard for her to think straight. Zeltron pheromones were particularly potent; from personal experience, she wasn’t sure which were stronger: those of a Falleen, or those of a Zeltron.

Now, with him on top of her, he hadn’t broken his pace, in fact; he’d improved upon it. When she was eagerly riding him, her thrusts were erratic - just enjoying the raw pleasure of feeling him finally inside of her. Now, as he slowly pulled out, before sliding back in, her back arched feline-like beneath him, a long groan of his name slipping past her lips. She languidly met his slower paced thrusts now, realizing not only that her body needed the break, but the thrill of letting him take control. When he started with his shorter thrusts, she wrapped her legs tightly around him, actually holding him still.

“Ah, ah…” She lightly teased, a smile curving the corners of her full lips. “Gotta go a bit slower, yeah?” Her voice was a throaty purr, and she again, slowly, agonizingly slow, rolled her hips into him, taking him in as far as she could, rolled slowly back down, letting him slip inch by inch out of her. Those fingers, light against the tight bud of his anus, traced a circle about it, her fingers still slick with her own cum. And, as he slowly pushed into her again, she would match the pace of his hips with her finger. Running a tight, languid circle around his anus, she gently began to push her pointer finger into the tight ring of muscle. Patient, she waited until he relaxed before she began to ease it in further.

Her smile grew wider.

He seemed to be sucking her finger in, and, with a coy grin, she gave it a bit of a wiggle as she eased it in further. A million lewd things came to mind, but still mindful of the newness of her partner, she said nothing, just watched his face with bright brown eyes. Lifting herself with ease, she returned his kiss, beginning to slowly pull her finger from the tight hold of his ass, before, slowly, tenderly, beginning to push it back in. The thought of how she was teasing him sent an electric thrill through her body, and it responded in turn. She grew wetter, her walls fluttering tighter around him.

“…You okay….?” She asked at length, in the quiet of their slower thrusts, slower movements.

 

[Naphalm]

Dac nodded to instruction, his body comprehending the words more than his mind did, which was happily accelerating into hyperspace. His rhythm slowed, rolling back and forth, feeling every squeeze and shudder at the join of their bodies. Pleasure rippled and danced its way up and down his body like waves crashing against a seafront, matching the pace of his slow thrusts. With each push in, he had to tighten his muscles, squeeze and prevent that pressure from exploding.

This became harder and harder to do as Madoka continued to explore. As she began her intrusion, he gasped, and almost ground to a halt. He had to take a deep breath and really try to calm his body, and it was several moments before he could continue. His lips formed a small 'o' as she pushed far enough in to wiggle and he let out a small groan. It was such a strange sensation, and he found that as he flexed back and forth, her finger ground against his inner wall and the pressure was most pleasing.

He was so stunned and lost to thought that he almost jumped when he felt her lips against his, and he reacted instantly, melting into another amazing kiss. As their lips broke, and she asked him how he was feeling, the words seemed to break the spell, if temporarily and he flushed a rosy red.

"I…" he started, though as he had not spoken in minutes, his voice was dry and raspy, "I'm fine… but I can't… continue… much longer." His shaking body was testament to his warnings, and he was trying very hard to fight back the urge to buck his hips as hard as he could and erupt deep inside her. What she was doing to his body wasn't helping that urge either.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

She gave him an impish grin that crumbled around the edges as he gave another little thrust into her. In mock revenge, she gave her finger a little crook inside of him, a come hither motion against the inner ridge of his body. Before he even spoke, she could feel him trembling, feel that he was close. Though perhaps part of her had hoped to coax another orgasm out of her own body, the first one was so intense that it would make sense that this one would be slow in coming. No matter – she was still enjoying herself immensely. Because of that sweet veil of pheromones, every sense was heightened, and being here with him like this, feeling his struggle, kept her right on edge.

“Yer fine, kiddo…” She leaned up, placed a reassuring kiss to the side of his mouth. And, just to be that much more difficult, she eagerly bucked her hips hard into his, forcing him deeper within her. The time for words had passed. He was okay – more than okay, if his returning gestures were any indication-, and she was thrilled that she had a new thing to try…yet one more thing that she hadn’t even imagined possible with him. Placing her hand firmly against his rear, she flexed her finger deep within him, rubbing against a particularly rough spot inside of him, her other fingers lightly brushing against his scrotum. Her dexterity was limited by their position, but she still managed to make it seem like her hand was doing five individual tasks at once. Leaning up against him again, never losing her agonizingly slow pace against the curved flesh of his rear, she dragged her tongue down the lobe of his ear, pausing to lightly catch it between her teeth.

 

[Naphalm]

He gasped sharply through clenched teeth as she put pressure on a spot that had never been touched, and he liked it. He never thought he could or would, but everything she was doing to him, every feeling and sensation, every sight and taste was a wonderful new experience that surprised and shocked him at each and every turn. She was teasing him, coaxing him on, her hot breath in his ear, it was beyond description.

His body tensed, and his hips bucked involuntarily. There was no control now, no steady pace, just raw thrusts as suddenly everything became more and more heightened for him. He grunted and shut off his sight, effectively closing his eyes. He had no control over that anymore either, his lips parted and a low moan escaped his throat. His cock grew in size and hardness, swelling under an immense pressure till the floodgates opened, unable to hold.

His cum filled and flooded her, pumping out in shot after shot till it seeped through the gaps between them. His body shuddered and throbbed, heightened as it clamped around that invading digit, forcing him to cum harder. He barely noticed the clatter of items falling over on shelves or tipping onto the floor from a wave of power that rippled from him at the point of his climax.

He collapsed forward, barely holding himself above Madoka, panting hard as the orgasm subsided. He opened his mind's eye and looked upon her, this vision of beauty, not wanting to leave the warm comfort of her body.

Something wasn't right though, a small tingle of normality just crept into the back of his mind, the cloud dissipating slightly, just enough to sense the manipulation but not quite enough to care.

"...Are you ... ok?" he breathed, his voice barely a whisper.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Covered in the slick of his sweat, she shuddered in pleasure as she felt him climax inside of her. Her senses heightened, she could feel the insistent throb of his cock, and as he relaxed against her, she ran her fingers soothingly through his hair. Kissing the side of his neck, the lobe of his ear, she smiled. She hadn’t been able to reach her second peak, but it didn’t matter.

Slowly withdrawing her finger from him, she wrapped her arms around him, bringing him close to her in an almost uncharacteristic show of tenderness. “I’m fine,” she said, her voice with a hint of a smile in it. “Are you okay?” The sheer banality of the exchange tickled her, and she started laughing, her body shaking beneath his. The gesture caused his thick cum to ooze out of her, and, in a brief flash, she wondered if it’d stain the couch.

“Was that your first time?” Silly question – undoubtedly it was…but in the brief exchanges that happened during the act, he’d caught her by surprise. She’d have to stop making so many assumptions about him in the future. Her fingers still tangled soothingly in his hair, before moving to caress the back of his neck, the expanse of his shoulders. The pink haze still gathered around the corners of her mind, comforting, warm – but slowly ebbing away, as if her earlier orgasm and now his had served to clear the air. Still, it was a slow ebb, flowing away gently, leaving her all the warmer and more sated than she’d felt in years, it seemed.

But there was a nagging, unpleasant feeling that called at the back of her head – nibbled at the suggestion that the two of them had acted quite unnaturally – both in their conversation, and in their hurried actions. That she’d done something wrong; forced something from him, taken something that perhaps she wasn’t supposed to. And, in the pit of her stomach, even as the warmth still surrounded her, she felt the cold beginnings of guilt.

“….Was it…?” Her voice was more concerned now, and her pupils had begun to return to normal, no longer dilated in great black discs. She made no move to slip from under him, and, if anything, her grip on his lithe body tightened, as if she was trying to mold him tighter into her, to reassure herself and him as well.

 

[Naphalm]

He hissed as she withdrew, his tense muscles reluctant to release their hold on her digit, and when she was gone he was left feeling empty and a little sore. His heart continued to pound and sensitive tingles wracked his body at every vibration or shift of their bodies, his slowly receding erection still pushed inside her.

"I'm..." he started, his brow furrowing at the question. He could feel his mind clearing with every second of rest, every moment his body seemed to return to normal and with it, the shock slowly seeped in at what had just happened. It was an odd sensation, being aware that at any moment he was going to freak out but still being enough under the influence to rationalise his mind. Her insistent question wasn't helping matters.

"I'm fine... whatever happens next... know that I did want to do this, deep down I truly did..." he sighed and simply held her to him as she to him, utilising every moment of blissful comfort. "Yes..." he whispered in her ear, "but I wouldn't have wanted it any other way..." He pressed his lips to the side of her neck and jawline, inhaling the familiar fruity aroma of her hair.

Then after a few moments, when it slowly began to sunk in, he rose and disentangled himself from her. He stood without saying a word and gathered his clothes, and without looking back at her, he disappeared in the direction of the room that had been set aside for him....

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Madoka had been through a lot of things. Seen a lot of things.

This was the first time in a very, very long time that the sinking feeling in her stomach took over the rest of her emotions. His words were far from soothing, and all she could do was watch as he gathered his clothes and slipped back to his room without a sound. With his absence, the couch in which they’d hurriedly came together was cold and empty. The house seemed to double in size. She ran a hand through her sweat-dampened cloud of hair, and swore mightily.

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The next morning, there would be no trace of what happened the night before.

The table would be neatly set for four people, though breakfast wasn’t nearly as formal as the dinner the night before. It seemed that Saku and Wakusei would sit at the table to eat as their schedules permitted, and then would be on about their day. This morning, Madoka sat listlessly at the table, playing with the bowl of porridge in front of her. It was clear that she’d played with it more than eaten it.

When she heard Dac open the door to his room, she paused. Should she stay, or should she go? How could she even approach this? “Sorry that my adopted family decided to hit us both with pheromone hammers so we could end up fucking each other’s brains out?” Speaking of her adopted family – both Wakusei and Saku were conspicuously absent this morning. Even though breakfast had been made, there was no note or any indicator of when it was made, when they’d be back, where they went.

She figured it was a ploy to get her and Dac talking.

Could they even imagine that he would have withdrawn like that? Not that Madoka could blame him – in this case, she was clearly the bad guy. She’d brought him here, from everything else he’d ever known, slapped him in a house full of strangers, and not just any strangers, strangers who had free sexual morals, and not even his first night planet-side, this happened. His innocence. All that made him who he was, gone, just like that.

She knew what that was like.

She sank her head between her hands; did her best to stop the tears that she told herself weren’t there. Couldn’t be there. How dare she feel sorry for herself, when it was Dac who’d suffered? Even now, she couldn’t just leave him. Not in the middle of a strange planet, with no friends or family to rely on. She pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes, wiping away the tears that had, despite her best attempts, started there. She had to pull it together. Think straight. She fucked up, majorly, and she would have words with the siblings later. Now, though, she had to make it right. At least reassure him that she wasn’t going to take advantage of him like that again. She’d find them somewhere else to stay; maybe they could go back to her ship, figure out a newer, safer planet to call a temporary home until he found his way.

But where to even start? What to say to him? Quickly wiping her eyes as new tears started, she swallowed, lifted her head with what little pride that she had left.

“I…uh…Dac, I’m sorry,” she started. “About last night. I should’ve had better self-control, I-“ she looked down, ashamed to meet his eyes. “I’ve done a lotta crummy things in my life, y’know, but this, I…I don’t blame ya if ya were to hold this against me. I can’t even ask fer forgiveness in this.” She managed to look back up at him, tears still welling in her eyes.

 

[Naphalm]

The door closed softly behind him, sealing himself off from the rest of the house and any sounds from the street. It was entirely peaceful, except for the hard thump of his heart and his ragged breathing. The room before him was basic yet homely, a small double bed dominated the centre, covered with a thin duvet and a knitted woven throw across the end. A few hard wood furniture dotted around the walls that held his meagre possessions. The carpet was soft and fluffy against his bare feet.

All trace of the powerful pheromones left his system, leaving him bereft of any coherent thought. It was like a dream yet he remembered everything, every emotion, every touch and sound, it had truly happened to him. He couldn't even deny that he'd wanted to do those things, Dac knew deep down that although the pheromones had caused him to lose his inhibitions, it had only heightened what was already there under his tight control.

This is what it all came down to - losing control. He felt like he'd failed himself, and more importantly, failed the Jedi and everything he'd ever believed in. His first taste of the real world and he'd messed up badly.

He forced his feet to move and staggered forward, till he was able to slump down onto the bed and stare up at the ceiling. The curtains were still partially open, allowing the moonlight to stream through and illuminate the room. He wrinkled his nose as a waft of his own sweat and sex washed over him, yet he made no move to wash up. Instead, he wallowed in his own self-pity till he drifted off to a restless sleep.

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He was running again. Running and hiding. They were close, faceless soldiers, hunters that were like shadows, dogging his every move. He ran, on and on, seemingly tireless but constantly moving. Then she was there, cocky hips, sly smile, beautiful perky breasts, sleek unblemished skin, holding out her hand. He stopped, they were alone and she was looking at him like... that. But he couldn't... he shouldn't... it was a temptation, the consequences...

But then he was there, his Shistavanen Master, the shaggy hair of Is'aevi blowing in a wind that didn't exist. Dac expected his expression to be angry but it wasn't, he was calm, serene even. He gestured for Dac to proceed, a sign of his blessing but Dac furrowed his brow and stumbled back.

"You said this was wrong!" he shouted, his voice echoing and distorted, like it was caught in a hurricane. "You didn't tell me it would be this way!" The old man simply blinked and said nothing; all the while the shape of Madoka beckoned him closer. "Help me! Tell me what I must do!" The old man gestured again, but Dac shook his head. "You're just saying that because that's what I want." His gaze flickered to the woman, warm and inviting.

"Don't you see…" the old man finally spoke, his voice croaky and not how it should have sounded, "With the Jedi gone, all you have left is what you want."

The old man faded away to blackness, as all there was left was Madoka and the dark void surrounding them. He took a faltering step towards her and she embraced him, kissed him, her hands moved against him…

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Sunlight dazzled his face through the crack in the curtains, waking him from his slumber. His cock throbbed, an ache from the odd dream that escaped his memory. He stood and stretched and went to the window, the sun was just rising, poking over the buildings. The refreshing morning air filled his lungs as he opened the window.
He had much to think about.

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Daciude emerged from the room, dressed in a simple Zeltron tunic that was open to the navel. He was aching for a shower and something to eat but he had one very simple goal. He walked with purpose into the dining area where his gaze fell upon Madoka.

Her words shook any semblance of confidence that had been gained by standing in thought at the window for the last hour or so, and when she looked up at him with wet eyes, his heart melted.

He carefully approached, and sat beside her, staring at the table in front of him.

"…I understand what happened." He started quietly, his voice still wavering. "You warned me that there may be some… effects. But… we didn't… do… anything that I uh… didn't… you know…" he blushed hard and rubbed his chin. "Didn't want to do…" he finished in a rush of breath. His hands shook uncontrollably in his lap.

"I'm sorry for leaving I… I hope you understand…" he chanced a look at her and immediately regretted it as he got caught in those teary eyes and it hurt him to the core that he'd caused those. Once again Madoka had surprised him, he'd almost resigned himself to the fact that she would have shrugged off the experience as nothing more than a one night thing that didn't mean anything. Despite the pheromones driving him on, it had meant something to him, Dac was sure of at least that.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“Zeltron…pheromones are somethin’,” she said weakly, not wanting to look up at him. It was a terrible excuse, if it could have even been called that. Her eyes drifted to his shaking hands, but she resisted the urge to put her own over his.

Taking a deep breath, she swallowed, then looked up at him. Her eyes were mildly red around the rim, her lashes slightly matted together. She was dressed in a similar tunic, a deep magenta. However, as Zeltrons were notorious for being provocative at all times, her tunic also had a deep slash down the center, sliding past the navel. It looked more like a robe, even more so that she had hastily thrown a heavy gold belt around her waist to hold it shut. Still, in front of him, very much bare beneath the silken fabric, she pulled it closer around her, as if to hide her body from him. It would do no use, if anything, it brought more attention to her body.

“I…uh…I dunno what ta say, Dac.” She idly stirred her cooling breakfast, drummed the fingers of the opposite hand against the top of the table. “What went through yer head?” Her eyes were curious; probing. “All I know is that Jedi ain’t supposed ta have attachments. I dunno what that means about sex,” and she tried to laugh. It sounded more like a cough, and she covered it by shoveling a heaping spoonful of the porridge into her mouth. Even as it was cooling, it was still tasty - a fact that she’d neglected in her bout of self loathing.

Now, to hear him admit that it was something that he wanted to do…she wasn’t sure what to do with it. For him, it had to be more than just lust…or was that just another sweeping assumption? If she recalled correctly, last night he’d mentioned something about kissing a fellow student. “I…I dunno where ta start. I have so many questions…Starting with…why did you leave?” She managed to make eye contact now - as much as she could, with his visor in place. By this point she knew that he could “see” her as well as she could with him.

 

[Naphalm]

As she looked up at him, he very nearly crumbled. Instead, with shaking hands, he lifted his arms and plucked the metallic visor from his face. Slowly he placed it on the table before him and rubbed at his vestigial eye sockets. It was smooth skin, barely more than an indentation. With the visor gone, his dark fringe flopped low on his forehead. He sighed as she bombarded him with questions he was struggling to answer.

"I left... because my mind was clearing, and I was afraid... of so many things, but chiefly that I would say or do something that would hurt you." He nodded slowly, as if the answers were only coming to him as he sorted and organised his thoughts. "As we discussed before, attachments are forbidden. I know it's not exactly easy to understand but think of it like this. Fear of losing something, fear of hurting someone, these can turn to anger. Anger against the one that would take it away or ... anger for rejection..." and he said that last part carefully, his head tilting away as he struggled to meet her gaze. "Anger leads to hate. This is the path to the dark side."

He shook his head, shrugging off the shivers that crept up his spine. "I... I always thought I was a model Jedi but... seems that I broke all the rules as soon as I left..." a faint smile drifted across his lips, but it quickly disappeared as he struggled with his own question.

"I... um... you don't have to answer this I guess but... I know, the pheromones and everything but was it just that...? The pheromones I mean or was it... did it mean more... you know... to you?"

 

[Apollo Wilde]

She was surprised that he removed his visor - and she couldn’t stop herself from staring at where his eyes were to be. There had always been the idle curiosity that behind the visor would be some gaping horror; black pits where eyes should be, some sort of scar tissue. The fact that his eyes were smoothed over, as even and as soft as the rest of his skin was a wonderment to her.

With some effort, she pulled her gaze away. Even without “eyes” as she knew them, she knew he could see her. The last thing she wanted to do was make a tense situation potentially worse. But she leaned forward anyway, pushed the fringe of hair that fell over his forehead back across his skull. She let her hand linger, enjoying his warmth, before her cheeks grew hot and she put some space between them again. Some distance would help. And she wanted to be respectful - ignore the fact that his tunic was invitingly open.

Listening to him explain why he left, she nodded, running a hand through her hair. “Well…tha’ makes sense…But if I recall, didn’t ya say somethin’ about kissin’ one of your Jedi mates? When and how did that happen?” Though it could’ve posed a perfect opportunity to tease, she slipped that aside in favor of asking earnestly. After all, she was intrigued - how did that happen? How did he justify it? “Ya said somethin’ about being curious…”

Trailing off, she listened to his last question; watched as he fumbled. Her expression grew soft, and she looked down at her hands. What HAD she felt the night before? No, even prior to that - when they were in the tangle of hyperspace? She merely thought she’d been charmed by his innocence -when she wasn’t infuriated by it-; had enjoyed having someone to talk to. Admired his body when she could.

What had last night meant?

“I….I don’t know how ta answer that,” and she bit at her thumb nail, forcing herself to look at him. “I feel like if I said what’d been runnin’ through my head since we got inta’ hyperspace, it wouldn’t be th’ right thing. What did it mean to you, Dac?”

 

[Naphalm]

He stilled as she brushed at his hair. It was such a tender motion that any casual observer would think it was the most natural touch between two familiar with each other. Unsurprisingly, it caused him to blush and as she pulled away, he looked down, unable to remove the smile that graced his lips.

Suddenly the blush grew to a heated flame as he recalled the words he'd spoken late last night. He glanced back up at her and could tell there was no mocking or malice in her expression and he relaxed somewhat. It was an interesting change of topic and one that forced his mind from the evaded question.

"That… uh… well look… uh…" he said and paused to collect his thoughts, thinking back on that time of his life. "Ok so let me explain that as a child of the Jedi, we're not really… taught too much about… you know… sex and whatever, and there's not really even much difference between the girls and boys. We all live in the same area, eat together, and shower together. We were children and it never seemed to cross our minds that it was odd. We were separated to some degree when we reached that age but even then, focus was on our training and on the force."

"So… it was around that time, sixteen or so, that a clan-mate and friend of mine managed to procure a particular bottle of spirit. I'm not even sure where he found it but he had it and late at night we tried it. It had a sharp effect on both of us and we both opened up to each, spoke about our views on the force and the Jedi, of missing family, and finally of the girls. It was obvious that he had been noticing the girls, even if I hadn't. He wondered what kissing was like, and he spoke about it with such passion that he made me curious too, and so… I just… kissed him. I don't really know what I was expecting, certainly not for him to kiss me back. It was short though, we stopped and he told me he wasn't into it and that we should get back, and neither of us spoke about it since."

"So yes, I realise that I told you that before… you were my first kiss but I don't tend to count the one with him. It wasn't a … true kiss. Not like… yours."

"It's always meant something…" he said, abruptly giving her a determined expression as he summoned up as much courage as he could, "whether it was for show, or to make a point, I've always felt… something. I'm worried that I don't know what that something is, whether you're just the first person or whether you're more. I'd like to think it meant something, that it wasn't just something that happened. But…" he trailed off, wiping his face with his hands. "Those damn pheromones have confused things."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

She looked down, hiding her smile as she did so. His story was amusing – and telling, in its own way. A million questions raised to her lips, and, folding that smile down at the corners of her mouth, she forced them down. There would be time for that later. She’d listened to what he said; to what that first kiss had potentially meant to him. And the truth, and what she thought he wanted to hear split at a crossroads. She could be honest. She could lie. Not that honesty was hard for her, once she was around the people she cared for…and she owed Dac the truth.

With an exhaled laugh, she ran a hand through her hair – a dead giveaway that she was either nervous, or about to say something she wasn’t entirely comfortable with. Funny, how even after all of the years, all of the deprivations, she still had a core of childishness about her.

“Ta be honest…I dunno why I kissed ya. There could’ve been a bunch of other ways to keep those troopers from noticin’ ya, even though ya stuck out like a sore thumb,” and she chuckled, remembering how lost he looked; how very much he stood out. “It just..felt like the natural thing to do, I guess. I felt really bad about it afterwards, y’know? It wasn’t a very good kiss.” In her opinion, anyway – it’d been rushed, forceful. Not a motion of passion, but of desperation. As she recalled it, her smile grew. “Though ya didn’t seem to have a hard time catchin’ on.” It was a light tease, meant to make him smile, to assuage the tension between them and the conversation. She had been surprised to discover how “eager” he’d been to return the kiss, how his hands roamed her body – and how little it matched his attitude towards her afterwards. She’d long figured his reaction as a heat of the moment thing, and, if she was going to be honest with herself, had been a little disappointed that he seemed to have turned it off the moment he was safe.

“I…uh,” she laughed nervously, fidgeted with the edges of her barely there tunic, “I was attracted ta ya because I think you’re cute, but I thought, and still think, ya deserve more than that. Someone who gets ya on bein’ a Jedi and all.” If she felt guilty, if she thought less of herself, she didn’t sound like it. She said it very matter of fact, as someone might discuss the weather. “Someone noble. I ain’t very noble. Like...You’re still tryin’ ta process what happened last night, and all I can think about…” She leaned closer to him, conspiratorially, and placed a hand high on his thigh, “Is doin’ it again.”

She pressed her lips against the side of his throat, before lightly biting under his ear, “And again….” A kiss against his earlobe, “and again…until we get everythin’ worked out.”

She pulled back from him now, to look at him face to face. Beneath the sheer fabric of her tunic, her nipples were firm points. She kept her hand on his thigh, sliding it closer to his crotch.

 

[Naphalm]

Dac couldn't help but smile as he thought back on the experience. He'd narrowly escaped death, so it was hardly surprising he hadn't quite been in any decent frame of mind. He smiled more as she teased him. It might not have been a good kiss for her but it had rocked him to his core and set him on a path to where he was now. He knew what she was getting at as well, his reaction had hardly been one of self-control, but of one born of fear and a deep longing that he'd never known was there. If he'd thought himself above it all, that kiss had proven how wrong he'd been.

His smile faded as she continued. He wanted to dispute her statements, though he knew she was right that she clearly didn't fully understand the burden of his Jedi heritage and the impact their actions were having on him and on the Force.

And then it was happening again. His dream had been oddly prophetic, though to anyone else it was clearly obvious this would happen again. His lips parted and he inhaled sharply, the smell of her hair and skin filling his head as she nibbled his lobe. He felt like he could almost see the old furry master gesturing to her.

It would be different this time, there could be no blaming the pheromones, it was all his decision. As she sat in front of him with her hand sliding up his thigh, his body betrayed him and reacted without consulting his head. The Zeltron tunic did nothing to hide the bulge that grew. He knew that this would be THE choice that defined their relationship, spurn her now and that would be that, she'd likely leave and never see him again... or....

There was no time to think any more and Dac wasn't strong enough to deny himself. He came forward, slowly this time, not the furious pace of last night but a deliberate move, his hand snaking behind Madoka's neck to pull her in for a tender kiss, his lips brushing hers unsure, unsteady yet so full of barely contained passion...

 

[Apollo Wilde]

As his body responded, she moved closer - savoring the soft feel of his skin under her hand. He was strong, firm beneath her fingertips. When he kissed her, her response was a soft hum, a thoughtful note of pleasure. Her responding kiss was equally gentle, unhurried. She’d break it after a few moments, slowly pulling away from him. The robes did nothing to hide the reaction from either one of their bodies - her nipples were firm peaks as the tunic slightly slipped down her right shoulder.

With a shy grin, she pulled it back up, attempting to cover her body with the sheer tunic. “I…I don’t wanna rush inta anythin’, but I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t wanna go further. Try more with ya…But only if ya want to.” She’d moved her hand from his thigh, putting enough space between them so the young man could think a little clearly. And, honestly, it was for her to try and get get thoughts together as well. Though the pheromones were out of her system, her desire for him was strong enough to cloud her higher reasoning skills. Such was the life on Zeltros.

Realistically, she had to offer him more than just a physical release. Seemed impossible - after all, she hardly knew the guy. He barely knew her - though she’d told him more about herself in the short amount of time they’d been together than she had almost anyone else since…since her foster mother. What did he want from her? What did he want from a life, moving forward? “Wait…I’m sorry. We gotta stop,” she shook her head, too much going through it. Though his body nearly literally called to her, a siren song of want that she only wanted to fulfill, she had to think this through. Had to. The old man had asked her to watch out for this boy; to keep him safe. That hadn’t meant seducing him and sucking him dry.

“What…what d’ya want outta life now, Dac? Like I said, I don’t know too much about how Jedi live - nothin’ good, anyway. And I ain’t got much ta offer. I…” She looked down, away. Then back up, and gently placed her hand on the side of his face. “There’s a lot goin’ on right now…I think we both need some time…All I know is, if one of us doesn’t get up in the next minute, we’re not gonna go anywhere any time soon.” Her voice was low, loaded with promise. And that, she meant. If he chose to stay there, it wouldn’t be logic speaking for her anymore.

 

[Naphalm]

As she moved away from him, he found it difficult not to simply follow her. His body yearned to join with hers in such a way that surprised him. His hunger for her was bigger than he'd realised and it took several deep breaths not to simply scatter the contents of the breakfast table and push her down on the hard wood surface. Such feelings were entirely new and both exciting and terrifying. Instead however, he feasted on the sight of her, such beauty barely contained with the well-designed Zeltron garb.

"I…" he started, about to agree to anything just to be in her warm embrace once more, but she cut him off as she continued and he felt his heart sink. It was like she was toying with him, breaking his resistance and then denying him. For the briefest of moments he felt hurt, betrayed and ashamed. But as he paused for breath, and Madoka continued, he quickly came to know the truth of her hesitation. His body relaxed somewhat and he let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. Not for the first time, he was able to push past Madoka's mental guard and really see the emotions that were behind this complicated, fascinating woman's eyes.

"I…" he began again, his mouth suddenly dry, "If you'd asked me that a few days ago I'd have told you I wanted to help people, guard the galaxy and protect the innocent. Now… I want to hide, I want to survive so that some day, when the Jedi return, maybe I can be of some use. But most of all, I want… I want to be with you. You, who has shown me so much kindness, who has fired my senses and opened my eyes… figuratively." As he spoke, the sly smile returned and he edged a little closer, filling the gap that Madoka had made between them. Strangely, he felt a surge of confidence.

"You have more to offer than you give yourself credit for…" he whispered, his fingers reaching up to cup a cheek, much in the same way she had to him. "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you, and there's no-where I'd rather be…"

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“Y’know I’m no good, right?”

The words were out before she could stop them, but there was no hostility in them. As plain as stating the color of the sky, or describing the table that they sat at. “And it ain’t like I got anythin’ to offer ya.” She placed her hand over his, before gently moving it. It was tempting, beyond so, to move it so that his fingers trailed in the narrow valley between her breasts, over the curve of her stomach, even lower then…

But, with no small amount of self-control, she placed his hand on the table, and laced her fingers through his. They’d had quite the night; the last thing she’d want to do was make things worse by jumping him. Again. And this time, it’d be without the “convenient” excuse of Zeltron pheromones. *

She wasn’t quite sure how to* proceed. Cold logic told her that she needed to be blunt with him. Explain that maybe he was still a little shaken up from having his entire world taken from him, so of course he’d be drawn to her. Not even getting into the isolation from the opposite sex – she’d taken him, overwhelmed his senses, and now she was all that he could see. Made sense. Part of her knew the reality, knew that part of her attraction was to his absolute newness to everything. Here he was, a blossom in the middle of the slime and shit that she dealt with on a daily basis.

But…

He was absolutely alone in the entire galaxy, and didn’t have the slightest means to take care of himself. If she left him alone now, or at the very least, put distance between them,* on Zeltron of all places, he’d end up strung out within the week. No amount of “control” could prevent the constant assault on the senses, and now that he’d gotten a taste, craving more would be soon to follow.

Her mouth tightened around the corners as she looked down at their entwined hands. Maybe just for a little while longer. Until things had settled. Until he could find himself, free of the Jedi, free of her.

Well.

Now that was resolved…might as well prove what she just said. Even though she knew she probably shouldn’t, that it wouldn’t be a good idea, that it would just make things worse down the line, she unlinked her fingers from his. Taking his hand in hers, she placed it over her left breast. The flesh was firm under his palm, her nipple already erect under the sheer fabric. Kissing the tips of his fingers, she moved his hand lower, across the warmth of her stomach, to let it rest between atop the apex of her thighs. For a moment, she seemed torn on what she wanted to do next. She moved his hand again, to rest on the table top, and, pushing free from her seat, lightly sat on his lap, her back to his chest.

Straddling his legs, she moved his hand from the table top, and replaced it on her breast, before leading it lower between her brazenly parted thighs. With a long sigh, she tilted her head back onto his shoulder, pushing her damp cunt lips into his palm.**

"Touch me here," and gone was the lazy drawl, replaced by a firm, but not unkind, command. If he responded to teachers, if he needed to be led, then, at least for a little while, she could take that on...

 

[Naphalm]

His breath caught in his throat as Madoka admitted finally what the problem was. But Dac didn't know how to respond. He squeezed her hand softly, the dainty fingers interlaced with his own, fitting as naturally as if they had been made for each other. Dac wanted to tell her, wanted to show her the connection he felt to her. But he couldn't explain it himself. He wondered privately if part of it was just hormones, residual effects from the pheromones, but he hoped.. no he knew it was more than that.

He'd run out of words. All he could do was watch Madoka fight the internal struggle as he held onto her. As she pulled her hand from his grasp, he felt for sure that was it, she would stand and leave and he would never see her again. All the emotions for her raged in that single instant of loss.

But that wasn't what happened. Instead, Dac found himself once again holding her breast, the nipple erect and aroused, his thumb automatically swiping across it as a reflex action. It was fleeting as she moved his hand down with purpose.

Then she switched again and he found himself touching nothing but the oak wood table. He was confused until she slipped onto his lap, the crack of her ass nestling against the hardness that had grown there. He groaned lightly, one hand moving to support her waist as she returned his other to her breast. Dac found he loved touching her breasts, they fit into his hand so perfectly, the hard nub digging into his palm. He squeezed for a moment before Madoka once again moved him with purpose. This time she didn't stop and his hand parted the fabric of her robe to slide against her wetness.

It was like holding her very core, he could feel her warmth, the pounding of her heart, the rush of blood. He pressed against her, his breath catching as he nuzzled at the side of her head with his lips. He didn't say anything, merely obeying her commands with eagerness. He couldn't deny that ever since he entered the room and saw her, this had been what he wanted.

As he ground his palm against her, using his middle finger to part her and press against her entrance, he reached up with his other arm and popped the gold belt that held her tunic together. With a loud snap, the material instantly came loose and slipped from her body, revealing her beautiful flesh to his gaze.

Dac was mesmerised by the sight of her, the rise and fall of her chest, the way her lithe body squirmed against him. Gently his middle finger rose, angled, and slowly slipped inside her, embedding itself to his second knuckle and flexing as he continued to rub his palm against her.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Sighing, she parted her legs further atop his lap, one hand grasping his thigh to hold herself steady, the other moving up to her mouth. Her robe fluttered free from her body, leaving her gloriously nude astride him. Her hips rocked forward into his palm, encouraging him to match the rhythm that she was starting.

Her hand slipping from her mouth, she reached behind her to lightly fondle the bulge of his phallus, grinned a little. “Y’know, for someone without experience, you certainly can’t tell,” she purred, the sound easing into a long moan as his finger stroked her just so. Languidly closing her eyes, she let out another contented sigh, before she, taking a deep breath, pulled free from him, from his lap.

Now standing, she straddled his lap, her legs on the outsider of his. Looking down at him, she grinned, a little lopsided, a little rougish. “Well…I’ve already warned ya that I ain’t no good…” Leaning forward, she placed her arms on his shoulders, before sliding his robe from his shoulders. Starting at where his jaw joined his neck, she gave him a soft kiss there, before her teeth lightly closed on the flesh. She’d work her way down his neck, each gentle kiss followed by an ever increasing firm bite. At the juncture of his collarbone, she settled in, alternating kisses and hard suction. With a soft growl, she bit him firmly, before pulling back, her tongue trailing over the reddened flesh. It’d leave a mark - but then again, that was her intention.

Still, her mouth drew lower, her hands slipping down his arms, pulling his robe down with her movements. Her lips found his nipples, and, much like her administrations to his neck, her lips were gentle while her teeth were sharp counterparts. However, across the firm buds of his nipples, her teeth were much kinder. She’d pause there, across the flat plane of his pectorals, nipping and sucking at his nipples, luxuriating in them. Her hands slipped down his arms, across his palms, to rest at his thighs as she lovingly kissed the left nipple, then the right, then the left again, going back and forth between them, slipping her hands down to his inner thighs, across the sides of his erect cock.

Before long, her fingers met under the heavy weight of his sack, and nimbly stroked the flesh there, her mouth leaving a heated path from his nipples down the center of his chest, pausing to taste the dip of his navel. Agonizingly slow now, she kissed right above the rise of his cock, and looked up at him mischievously.

 

[Naphalm]

It was like a well practiced dance, the pair rocking in motion, the silence of the room broken by the rough gasps for air and the slick wet sounds of his hand on her sex. If Dac were to take a moment to really look at his surroundings he would have it highly odd to be doing this in what was essentially the dining area. Kitchen worktops lined the walls, places to prepare food, and the long table they were at at, with Madoka naked, squirming in his lap.

Of course he was much too busy to notice such things...

He inhaled softly as she squeezed him, his member reacting by getting to its full hardness, pressing against the material that contained it.

He didnt know how to respond to her statement though, not that he particularly needed to. He simply grinned sheepishly. How he could he explain this inate ability? Would she believe the force was guiding his hand to the exact spot, that his desire to please her was manifesting itself in his fingers? Did he even believe that?

She parted from him for less than a moment, but enough for him to miss the warm comfort of shared body heat. He looked up at her as she once again joined him on the chair and really took in her beauty, studied every curve and saved it to his memory.

His hands slide up her back as she began to work on his neck and he tensed with a light hiss as she nipped his skin. Of course it didnt hurt but he was taken by surprise. Until she bit harder, then it hurt. But each alternate kiss magically eased the pain. Still, he gripped her back, a hand rising to run through her hair as he tilted his head to one side to give her access.

He watched with interest as she decended, before gasping as she worked on his nipples. The sensation completely blew him away, her touch was magic. As the material parted and his cock was revealed, it gave a twitch of appreciation. In a way he was a little unsure of her intent as she drew lower, but as she looked up at him with that look that sent shivers from his head to his toes, it dawned on him. His cock gave a hard throb and his lips parted but no words came. He wanted to tell her she didnt have to, but his gaze settled on her gorgeous lips and he knew he wanted to feel them on him.

"You're so beautiful..." he whispered, words coming to him at last.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“I bet you say that ta all the folks about ta suck yer cock,” she said, with a sly grin.

Of course, she was teasing - but she had to wonder how far his experimentations had gone prior. She’d have to make a point to ask him - of course, that would happen once she was sated. Funny how she was agonizing over the moral implications of what she was doing not that long ago. Well. She had warned him that she was no good.

Leaning forward, she lightly closed her lips over the head over his cock, pausing just to let him feel her lips on him. Teasingly, she held her lips there, not sucking, not moving, until, on a whim, she closed them tighter about his head, and swiped her tongue slowly, lovingly, over his head. Lifting her head off of his cock, she flicked his head once, twice, with her tongue, pressing closer and lifting herself up a bit so the underside of his cock nestled against her breasts. Tilting her head lower, she took him into her mouth, sucking firmly as she went down, her tongue rubbing against the firm ridge of him.

Lower and lower she went down on him, until she’d nearly swallowed his entire length, her throat bobbing with the effort. A low groan slipped from her, muffled by him. She’d suckle on him now, not once lifting her head off of him. Keeping him solidly in her mouth, she bobbed even lower, until her lips were pressed into the dense tangle of pubic hair at the base of his cock. Slowly, now, she’d pull herself up and off of him, her tongue trailing behind against the damp flesh. Pressing her breasts against him again, she gave him a quick grin, pillowing the warm skin around his throbbing cock. Shifting to sit a bit higher up, she latched onto his head again, sucking, and using her hands, began to work her breasts up and down his cock, keeping him firmly nestled between them.

 

[Naphalm]

Somehow, her direct words seemed to make the whole thing seem more real. He half expected himself to clam up, to shrink away and his morals to return full force. But instead, he grinned sheepishly and his cock twinged with the possibility of what was about to happen. Of course, he was aware of the act and deep down in his heart, he always wondered what it would feel like. In those moments when gave into his desires in the heated loneliness that was the showers.

That first moment lasted a lifetime. He inhaled sharply, his sight never leaving the spot where her full lips encased the throbbing head of his member. Dac thought he was in heaven, just feeling the light breeze of her hot breath cooling the wet sheen around his tip, till she grazed her tongue against him. He almost jumped, a whispered curse slipping from his mouth.

And then it started. He watched in fascination, groaned in pleasure and shook in pure delight as she worked on him. His curses grew louder as he disappeared down her throat, her moans vibrating against him. It was simply unbelievable.

As she came up for breath and flashed him her brilliant smile, he was going to say something but found no words. His mouth just hung open like he'd been stupefied, till he just gave her a little smile. Then once again, a wonderful new sensation, slipping between her beautiful breasts as she suckled on him. It was a sight to behold, and it was all Dac could do to stop himself exploding between her lips.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

She couldn’t help but to smile around the head of his cock. His phallus twitched encouragingly in her mouth, and she let out a soft moan. It honestly didn’t get much better than this.

Pulling off of his cock for a moment, she gave him another grin, and ran her tongue down the side of his shaft, dragging her tongue lazily down the heated flesh. In doing so, his cock was soon completely wet. Shifting to her old position, she pressed her breasts against the sides of his cock again, engulfing the firm pillar between them, and began to work them up and down against him.

Holding her lips firm to his head, she soon developed a rhythm - swallowing his cock while rubbing her breasts against him. There was nothing hurried in her moments; every press of her tongue against him was languid and indulgent. She’d slip lower on her knees to help her take more of his cock as she moved lower on him, keeping her hooded eyes on her work. Shortly, though, she let go of her breasts. One hand grasped the part of his cock not in her mouth, while the other moved to cup his sack.

Gently rolling his balls between her wet fingers, she pressed her lips to the side of his cock in a small kiss. Squeezing gently on his shaft, she began to languidly pump her hand up and down, working him, milking him, as her other hand continued to roll his sack between her fingers. She was moderately torn - half of her wanted to continue her pleasant work, the other half wanted to push the table away, mount him, and ride him until they were both exhausted.

Which, all things considering, would take a while.

A glance up to his bliss-filled face made her ever present grin grow wider. And, because she couldn’t resist herself, she took her mouth away from his cock, stilled her hands on him. “So, how about the weather here on Zeltros?”

There was a teasing spark in her eye, even now as she lightly squeezed his cock, rubbing her fingers along the fluted ridge of his head. Out of a slightly sadistic curiosity, she wanted to see how long it'd take before he begged for her to continue what she was doing...

 

[Naphalm]

She truly was beautiful. Dac gazed upon his lover with awe as she shifted from movement to movement, teasing and pleasuring him, never letting him get bored of any single sensation. Madoka kept him on his toes, making him moan anew with every change.

Sweat beaded on his forehand and his hands gripped the chair so tightly it threatened to snap. He wasnt sure what would win out, his ability to hold his encoming climax, the chair, or his sudden and overwhelming need to sweep Madoka up in his arms and take her right on the table.

And then she stopped. That drew a gasp in of itself as she slipped from his cock with a pop. He sat there panting, confusion marring his features.

“So, how about the weather here on Zeltros?”

What... he didnt understand. But as he looked upon her grin, her eyes, the game she was playing began to dawn on him. In actual fact, the pause was beneficial as Dac had been worrying that this encounter may have ended all too quickly, still he was eager for it to continue as his throbbing cock atested to.

"It's... hotter...than I thought it would be." He said through gritted teeth, trying to play along. Seeing that she continued to just lightly squeeze him, he figured she wanted more from him.

"Uh... as a climate... Zeltros isn't unusual considering its proximity to its star." He took a deep breath, "perhaps one might conclude that a hot climate... ahhh... uh... and a species ability to produce strong pheromones would inevitably...ah fuck it... please... please don't stop..."

He couldn't do it. His body yearned for her body and to deny himself by trying to play along was killing him.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Well, that didn’t take long. And it wasn’t any fun.

Maintaining that same coy smile, she placed her pointer finger and thumb together, and gently began to slide them up and down his cock, so light that he could scarcely feel her touch. “Should I make you recite the alphabet in Huttese? Or count backwards from 100…?” She continued the light, barely perceptible stroking, delighting in how he pulsed and twitched in her hand.

“Or…” She stopped all together, and looked up at him. Trailing her tongue leisurely around the fluted head of his cock, she gave him a slow suck, pulling off of him with an audible “pop”, “Why dontcha tell me what ya’d be willin’ ta do for me ta’ finish?”

To prove that she was a woman of her word, she withdrew from him entirely. Slipping past him to stand up, she now stood taller than him. Looking down at him in the chair, she nudged his legs apart and planted a foot between them, careful to avoid stepping on his erection. Now, almost towering over him, she pushed the chair out from the table. Leaning over him, her breasts hung right above his eyes.