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In the mountainous region of Corellia, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the rugged terrain. A young Jedi Padawan named Temiri Blagg stumbled back to the small camp he shared with his master, Rey. He was covered in dirt and sweat, a few minor cuts on his arms, and a gash on his forehead oozed a trickle of blood. The bruising on his left leg was a worrisome shade of purple.Master Rey was already at the camp, preparing a modest meal over the fire. She looked up as Temiri approached, her eyes scanning his injuries. "Long day," she remarked.Temiri winced as he sat down on a nearby rock. "Yes, Master. I pushed myself too hard, I think," he said. "These injuries aren't healing as quickly as they should. I feel like I need a hard drink in a Corellian pub. The pain lingers, and I feel... blocked.""Sometimes, our bodies need more than just rest and the Force. There's someone nearby who can help. A Khytaari resides in these mountains. They're known for their healing arts, especially for injuries like yours.""A Khytaari?" Temiri asked, intrigued."Yes," Rey confirmed. "They're skilled in a form of therapy that combines physical manipulation with the Force. It's different from what we Jedi practice, but it's effective, and she is a Master. Better than a bacta tank. Her methods are only effective with older, more advanced of us - those who have been with us for several years and are training for the trials.”The next morning, Rey led Temiri through the winding mountain paths to a secluded hut nestled among the rocks. Smoke rose from the chimney, and the scent of herbs filled the air.Inside, a slender, middle-aged twi’lek with kind eyes, dark hair and weathered hands greeted them. Her skin was a deep copper. She wore a form fitting jumpsuit beneath elegant robes with her lekku wrapped in layers cloth. "Master Rey," she said with a warm smile. "It's been too long.""Indeed, Khytaari Lina," Rey replied. "This is my Padawan, Temiri. He's been pushing himself too hard, and his injuries aren't healing properly. Take care of him please. I’ll return before long.”Lina nodded, her eyes assessing Temiri up and down. He was as fit as any Padawan, olive skin, lean muscles. "Come, young one. Let's see what we can do to align your body with the Force."THE SHOWER ROOMKhytaari led him down a quiet hallway to a serene room, softly lit and filled with the gentle hum of medical equipment. The walls were adorned with calming images of Corellian nature, and the air was scented with a hint of lavender.Green curtains separated the room from the hallway. Temiri noticed that the curtains didn’t completely separate the room from the hallway, but it wasn’t really a concern. There was no one else in the space after all.“This room will help you relax,” Khytaari said, motioning for him to enter. “Please, remove your robes and replace them with this.”She handed him a sheet made of Nubian silk, its smooth texture and lightness immediately comforting. “The Nubian silk will help soothe your muscles and promote healing. I’ll give you a moment to change and return with a hot towel soaked in Kashyykian spices. It will help with the abrasions.”Temiri nodded before Khytaari left the room, appreciating the thoughtfulness behind every detail. He carefully removed his robes, wincing in pain as he worked his way out of the fabric. He folded them neatly before wrapping the silk sheet around himself. He was naked where he stood. His penis responded to the feel of the “open” air - not erect, but aware.He assessed the Nubian fabric. It was thin, and it was soft. Very soft. It was sort of like a towel, but wouldn’t cover his entire body like the Jedi robes. He tried to wrap it around his waist but it’s dimensions weren’t right - too small in one direction and oddly long in the other. He tried wrapping and overlapping the fabric around his waist, but his penis still poked out from the bottom edge.“Well, that almost makes it worse,” he thought to himself. Temiri removed the fabric and assessed its deeper secrets.Really, he didn’t quite know what he was supposed to do with this.Khytaari brushed aside the curtain to enter the room and saw the Padawan standing there looking lost and confused. Very un-Jedi she had to admit. Though he was in Jedi shape. She did notice Temiri’s exposed penis, neither flaccid nor erect, but definitely pointing in her direction. Temiri flushed at this exposed moment. Khytaari gave Temiri a reassuring smile.“Oh, I’m sorry Master Khytaari. I’ve never done this before.”“There is no reason to be shy. Giving yourself to the Force is a challenge many Padawan must overcome. I will see everything in time.”“I will keep that in mind as I go through this recovery process.”Khytaari observed the caked grime and sweat covering his skin. She frowned slightly, concern etched on her face."Temiri, you should shower first," she said gently. "The grime could interfere with the treatment, and these Kashyykian spices will help with those cuts. Follow me. It was also soil the Nubian silk.”Temiri attempted to move, but the pain in his leg made it difficult for him to move. He winced and swayed unsteadily, struggling to stay upright.Seeing his struggle, Khytaari quickly stepped forward and offered her arm for support. "Here, let me help you," she said, her voice filled with kindness.“Should I cover up?” Temiri asked, still unsure of what to do with the Nubian silk.“It’s fine. A Jedi shouldn’t be shy about what the Force has granted him. I think we can do without that for the moment.”She took the fabric from Temiri’s hand. The fabric brushed against the top of his penis which immediately responded to the brief sensation, made all the more engaging because it was in front of Khytaari.Temiri obediently followed Khytaari through the green curtains and to another room. He was naked in front of this Jedi Master. It was an incredibly odd feeling. He had never been naked in front of a Jedi Master, not even his own master - Rey. Nonetheless, he felt at ease.Khytaari led Temiri to the adjoining shower room, a space designed for both functionality and relaxation. The walls were made of smooth, polished stone that retained a gentle warmth, providing comfort against the coolness of the water. Embedded in the stone were small, luminescent crystals that emitted a soft, ambient light, casting a calming glow throughout the room.Temiri suspected they were khyber crystals.The shower area itself was spacious, with a large rainfall shower head suspended from the ceiling, mimicking the soothing effect of natural rain. In fact, the whole room was just a large shower.The floor was tiled with non-slip mosaics, their intricate patterns adding a touch of elegance while ensuring safety. Along one wall, a shelf held an array of natural soaps and oils, each with distinct scents and healing properties. The air was infused with a delicate mix of herbal aromas, enhancing the overall sense of tranquility.“Take your time,” Khytaari said, steadying Temiri as he stepped under the shower head. The warm water cascaded over his body, washing away the grime and easing his tension. “I’ll be right here if you need me.”The water quickly turned a murky brown as it carried away the accumulated dirt and sweat from Temiri’s intense training. As he stood under the gentle cascade, he could feel the stress and pain beginning to melt away, the warmth working its way into his sore muscles.Khytaari selected a bar of soap from the shelf. The soap was crafted from natural ingredients, its rich lather infused with calming lavender and invigorating eucalyptus.“Let me help,” she said softly, her touch reassuring.To better assist him, she rolled up her sleeves, revealing her blue-skinned forearms.Carefully, she began to lather the soap onto Temiri’s back and shoulders, her hands moving in slow, circular motions. The soothing scents filled the air, and the gentle pressure of her touch helped to relax his tense muscles. She worked methodically, ensuring every part of him was clean and free from the grime of his training.As Khytaari continued to work, the mist from the shower began to settle on her own robes, making the fabric cling to her form and become visibly moist. She paid it no mind, focused entirely on tending to Temiri. The dampness of her robes mirrored the dedication she showed in her care, her presence a comforting constant in the warm, aromatic steam.Khytaari worked with focused care, ensuring each part of Temiri's back received thorough attention. She started with his head with relaxing shampoo and head massage. Temiri felt himself give way and sink into Khytaari’s hands.Then she moved to his shoulders, back and legs, where the soap's rich lather, infused with lavender and eucalyptus, eased away the day's grime. Her hands moved in gentle, circular motions, kneading out knots of tension as she progressed to his shoulders and arms. With delicate precision, she cleansed his cuts and bruises, the warm water soothing his skin and the aromatic steam enveloping them both in a cocoon of tranquility.Moving back up to his butt, she paid special attention to this large muscle, applying the soap with a tender touch that encouraged healing. She used her bare hands, and Temiri found this incredibly relaxing, and intimate. Khytaari reached between his butt cheeks and rubbed the hole between them.“This also needs to be clean,” she assured him.Temiri didn’t object.Khytaari moved with a gentle, methodical approach as she continued to cleanse Temiri’s bottom. She applies some pressure on the hole to scrape away the grime, not enough pressure to enter, but just enough for Temiri to feel it. She could have entered him if she wanted to. But that’s not what the shower was about. It was about cleansing.Khytaari’s lekku soon glistened in the steam and hot water. The moisture had soaked through the cloth wrappings.Khytaari then turned to Temiri’s front. She shifted her attention to his chest, where the soothing lather of the soap, infused with scents from Naboo and Kashyyk, glided smoothly across his skin. Her touch was careful yet firm, clearing away the residue of intense training and fostering a sense of calm. As she cleaned his chest, she paid special attention to any bruises or sore spots, her movements soothing rather than exacerbating his injuries.After ensuring his upper body was thoroughly cleansed and refreshed, Khytaari turned her attention to Temiri's legs. Khytaari went down to her knees. She approached his injured limb with particular care, gently applying the soap to cleanse away the grime and sweat. Her hands moved in slow, deliberate motions, the warm water and fragrant soap combining to alleviate the ache in his muscles and joints.Then Khytaari moves to Temiri’s penis and scrotum. With each pass, she worked to ease his discomfort, the healing properties of the soap aiding in the process. Her touch was gentle, her hands smooth.Temiri noticed how close her face was to his penis as she did her work. If he rotated just a little, he thought, then his penis would touch her cheek, maybe even her mouth.But no. He was a Padawan. He had to learn self-control. He resisted the urge to impose himself on her.“Your organs carry you through so much,” she murmured softly, her voice a whisper in the quiet of the room. “They deserve care just as much as any other part of you.”Khytaari noticed Temiri’s organ harden as she gently cleaned around it. She paused, her expression thoughtful as she assessed the tightness. "Temiri," she said softly, "this muscle is quite tense. I'll need to address this more effectively in the other room."Temiri felt the slightest whisper of Khytaari’s breath on his penis when she spoke. A small amount of white pre-midiclorian fluid formed on the top of his penis. Khytaari saw it and smiled. Khytaari held Temiri’s shaft in one hand and cleaned the fluid off with the other.He almost released himself to the Force then and there. That would have been terrible, he thought. Guaranteed expulsion from the Jedi Order. Plus the embarrassment when Khytaari inevitably told Rey."Let's take care of those cuts and bruises," Khytaari said softly as she shut off the shower head. She gently dabbed the towel soaked in Khashyykian spices on the many cuts, bruises, scabs, and abrasions covering Temiri's body. The spices in the towel not only cleaned the wounds but also had healing properties, and Temiri felt a soothing warmth spread through each injury as she worked.“This will also help dry you off,” she said.He winced initially, but as the spices took effect, the pain dulled, replaced by a comforting warmth. Khytaari's touch was gentle yet thorough, ensuring that each wound was properly treated.As Khytaari finished drying Temiri off, Temiri stepped carefully out onto the tiled floor, but he was still feeling the effects of his training session in his weary muscles. The floor, damp from his shower, proved slippery underfoot. Without warning, his injured leg gave way slightly, causing him to lose his balance.Before Temiri could react, Khytaari’s quick reflexes came into play. She reached out swiftly, her hands finding a firm hold on his arm just in time to steady him. “Careful,” she said softly, her voice filled with concern. “Easy does it.”Temiri, grateful for her timely assistance, steadied himself against her support. He took a deep breath, feeling a wave of relief wash over him as he regained his balance. Khytaari’s presence, steady and reassuring, anchored him in the moment."Feeling better?" Khytaari asked, her silvery eyes warm with empathy."Much better," Temiri replied, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Dry. Thank you."“Good. Now let’s go back to the treatment room.”With careful movements, Khytaari helped Temiri finish cleaning up, guiding him out of the shower room to a quieter treatment area nearby. Temiri was still naked, but it didn’t bother him anymore. Even his erection was on full display, and he just enjoyed that Khytaari could see it, and maybe see more of it in the treatment room.
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THE TREATMENT ROOMKhytaari returned her attention to the Nubian silk. “Here, let me help you. The sheet is supposed to rest over your bottom when you’re on the table. Lie down and I’ll show you. Now, if I may…”Khytaari pressed her hand on the side of Temiri’s butt and guided him to the table.Temiri lay face down on the padded table. The table had a large sheet over it, like a blanket. It was made of the same Nubian silk. His body responded to the mere contact with the fabric. His breathing slowed, and the throbbing in his leg began to subside. The Nubian silk not only provided comfort but also seemed to work in harmony with his body’s natural healing processes.His butt was exposed, firm like everything else - from hours spent running and leaping as Padawans in training do. Khytaari draped the fabric over Temiri’s bottom. She caught a quick glimpse of what Temiri kept between his butt cheeks. She saw it in the shower, but now it was clean and no longer obscured by soap and steam.Khytaari moved her hands over his body, applying pressure to certain points, while subtly channeling the Force to ease his pain and promote healing. Temiri felt a strange but comforting warmth spread through his muscles."This will help your body release the tension and start the healing process," Khytaari explained. "You must remember, Temiri, that the Force is not just about power and strength. It is also about balance and harmony within yourself."As Khytaari continued her work, Temiri felt the pain and tightness begin to melt away. He could feel the Force flowing more freely through him, guided by Khytaari's expert touch.Temiri lay on the padded table, his muscles tense and his mind racing. Khytaari, the Khytaari healer, moved with practiced ease, her presence calming and reassuring. The room was dimly lit, with the soft glow of candles casting flickering shadows on the wooden walls. The air was thick with the aroma of herbs and incense, creating an atmosphere of peace and tranquility.Khytaari began by placing her hands on Temiri's shoulders, her touch gentle yet firm. She closed her eyes, attuning herself to his energy. "Relax, Temiri," she said softly. "Let go of your tension.”Temiri winced as he eased himself onto the treatment table, his leg throbbing from the intense training session. The room was quiet, with the soft hum of the medical equipment providing a soothing background noise. Khytaari moved gracefully around the room, gathering her tools and preparing to treat Temiri's injury."I’m going to use an oil which only comes from trees from the forest moon of Endor," she said in a gentle voice, placing a hand on his shoulder. "It’s really fantastic. We'll have you back on your feet in no time."Temiri took a deep breath and tried to relax, but the
pain in his leg made it difficult. "I think I pushed too hard today," he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration.Khytaari nodded understandingly as she examined his leg. "You have a lot of potential, Temiri, but you need to listen to your body. Pushing too hard can lead to more serious injuries.Temiri took a deep breath, trying to release the knots of anxiety and pain that had settled in his body. 's hands moved slowly down his arms, applying pressure at specific points. He felt a slight discomfort at first, but as she continued, a soothing warmth spread through his muscles."The Force flows through every living being," Khytaari murmured, her voice a soft chant. "It connects us, heals us, and guides us. But sometimes, we create blockages with our stress and worries. My role is to help you clear those blockages."She pressed gently on a point near his elbow, and Temiri felt a sudden release of tension, followed by a rush of relief. Khytaari's hands moved with a precise rhythm, as if she was playing a delicate instrument. Each touch seemed to resonate with the Force, amplifying its healing properties.Her lekku, no longer wrapped in cloth and restricted by her head-dress, casually fell onto his upper legs and then stroked his butt .Khytaari then focused on the gash on Temiri's forehead. She dipped her fingers into a bowl of herbal ointment, its scent strong and earthy. As she applied it to the wound, she whispered an incantation in an ancient tongue, infusing the ointment with the Force. The cool balm soothed the raw edges of the cut, and Temiri felt the throbbing pain subside."Pain is a signal from your body," Khytaari explained as she worked. "It's telling you that something needs attention. By addressing it, you not only heal physically but also restore the natural flow of the Force within you."She moved to Temiri's legs, her hands skillfully kneading the sore muscles. Each stroke seemed to draw out the lingering aches, replacing them with a sense of lightness. Khytaari's connection to the Force was palpable, a gentle but powerful current that washed over Temiri, cleansing him of his discomfort.As the session continued, Temiri found himself drifting into a meditative state. The pain and fatigue that had plagued him for days seemed to dissolve, replaced by a deep sense of relaxation and well-being. He felt the Force flowing through him more freely, unhindered by the physical and emotional barriers he had built up. His erection subsided.Starting at the base of Temiri’s spine, Khytaari began with long, flowing strokes along his back, applying just enough pressure to ease muscular tension and promote relaxation.Moving methodically, Khytaari focused on each section of Temiri’s back, using her fingertips and palms to knead and release tightness in his muscles. She paid particular attention to areas where he holds tension from rigorous training, working with expert precision to alleviate knots and improve circulation. The Endorian oils provided a comforting warmth, their natural properties aiding in muscle recovery and soothing any discomfort.Khytaari removed the soft Nubian fabric covering Temiri’s legs to focus on his injuries. She exposed Temiri’s butt. Temiri couldn’t escape how this amazing woman could see his butt. First the shower, and now on this table. Temiri shifted to make space for his again hardening penis. He didn’t want to grab his penis to adjust, so he made do with the little squirm.She worked on the injured areas with careful attention, revealing the bruised and strained muscles that required her expertise.Using a blend of soothing oils and therapeutic techniques, Khytaari began to work on Temiri’s legs, applying gentle pressure to alleviate stiffness and promote circulation.First his left leg.Khytaari gently pulled the leg towards her. The little bit of separation in Temiri’s legs left him exposed. He was sure Khytaari could see more than his butt. She could see his hole and the full underside of his scrotum. He liked being this exposed to the Force. He squirmed again and widened his legs just a little bit more to give her a full view.Jedi order be damned, he wanted this woman to see him, and touch him. His legs a little spread and his butt fully relaxed, he knew she could see everything down there.Khytaari worked up and down each leg. With each roll up his thighs, Temiri noticed that her fingers almost imperceptibly stroked the sensitive skin on his scrotum. It was light. Maybe khytaari extended her reach through the Force. There was even a stroke where, Temiri thought, she touched his hole. Or, maybe she reached out with the Force to create a sensation in the skin around his hole."We've addressed most of your injuries," Khytaari said softly, her voice a calming balm in itself. "But there's one area that needs special attention."Temiri glanced over his shoulder, curious. "Which area is that?""Your gluteus muscles," Khytaari replied, her tone professional. She placed a palm on Temiri’s butt. "You've put a lot of strain on them during your training, and they need to be released."Temiri nodded, feeling a bit self-conscious but trusting Khytaari's expertise.Khytaari carefully manipulated Temiri’s butt, creating a slight separation between the cheeks to alleviate pressure and encourage natural alignment. The Endorian oils continued to diffuse their calming scent, contributing to the overall relaxation and healing process.As Khytaari's fingers pressed and kneaded the taut muscles, Temiri felt a combination of discomfort and relief. "This area holds a lot of tension," she explained, her voice steady and reassuring. "It's common for warriors and those who engage in intense physical activity. The gluteus muscles are crucial for movement and stability, but they often get neglected.""You may feel some soreness," Khytaari continued, "but it's important to let go of the tension here. This will improve your mobility and reduce the strain on other parts of your body."Temiri closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing as Khytaari worked. With firm yet gentle pressure, Khytaari kneaded and massaged each cheek, her movements rapid and rhythmic. The Endorian oils infused the air with their earthy scent, adding to the therapeutic atmosphere as she worked.Khytaari’s Her hands glided smoothly over his skin, applying just enough pressure to stimulate blood flow and soothe any lingering soreness from his training. Each motion was calculated, ensuring maximum benefit and relief for Temiri’s tired muscles.With each movement, Khytaari applied pressure to Temiri’s gluteus and then finished by stroking Temiri’s scrotum and his hole. Over and over again. Temiri felt relief from the pressure on his butt and then pleasure from the physical touch to normally unseen parts.“Is this ok?” Khytaari asked. Her hands continued.“It is,” Temiri replied.“Is it nice?” Her fingertips stroked his anus.“It is.”“Is this helping with your recovery?” Khytaari asked as her fingers stroked Temiri’s scrotum.“Mmm… hmmm…” Temiri muttered breathlessly.The only reason he wanted it to end would be so Khytaari could apply the same attention to his front. He wondered if Khytaari would be stroking his penis if only he was tucked with the head pointed between his legs. Maybe.Khytaari fingers pressed deeper. She started massaging the crease in his groin, applying inward pressure on his scrotum. Gentle. Very gentle. She moved from the crease to cupping his balls, releasing them, and then touching the crease again. A light touch. With her other hand, she pressed a finger on the perineum, the little skin between his hole and his scrotum, and then onto his hole itself.Temiri involuntarily tensed up. The sensation was a mix of shock and relief, almost like lightning, and his mind wandered for a moment.A sudden snap-hiss filled the air, and a bright blue blade ignited, casting an eerie glow in the dim room. Khytaari jumped back, her eyes wide in surprise."Temiri!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and concern. "Your lightsaber!"Temiri’s eyes snapped open, and he quickly reached for the hilt, his heart racing. "I’m so sorry, Khytaari," he said, deactivating the blade with a flick of his wrist. The blue light vanished, leaving them in the calming dimness once more. "I didn’t mean to—""It’s alright," Khytaari said, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "Just a bit unexpected, that’s all."Temiri sat up, his face flushed with embarrassment. "I guess I got a little too relaxed," he admitted sheepishly. "I didn’t mean to startle you."Khytaari smiled reassuringly. "No harm done. It happens sometimes, especially when Jedi are deep in thought or relaxation." She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "But perhaps we should finish the session without any more surprises. Maybe it’s time you turned over.”Temiri nodded, securing his lightsaber hilt back in its place and making sure it was turned off. "Agreed."A light saber was very different from a broom.Temiri flipped over onto his back. His erection was on full display (again). The only difference between here and the shower was that he was throbbing. He was ready to do anything to Force his release.In the tranquil aftermath of the light saber ignition, Khytaari offered Temiri a soft, supportive pillow to rest his head. The pillow was infused with aromatic herbs known for their calming properties, complementing the lingering scent of Endorian oils in the air. With a gentle smile, Khytaari ensured Temiri’s comfort, adjusting the pillow to cradle his head and neck just right.“Rest here for a moment,” she said softly, her voice a soothing melody in the quiet room. “Let the massage sink in.”Temiri settled into the plush pillow, feeling the tension from his muscles continue to dissipate. His chest, legs and penis were naked and on view for Khytaari to enjoy. He looked down his chest and saw his erection, and he could see Khytaari taking it in as well. She clearly enjoyed seeing this Padawan’s erection.”“The healing process is a joint endeavor, for both healer and patient to appreciate. I can see you are one with the world around you, and you reaching out with more than just your feelings.”
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(stop it, that’s her name, apparently)Rey burst into the treatment room, her yellow lightsaber ignited, her senses heightened by the unexpected activation of another lightsaber. Her eyes scanned the room, ready for any threat, as she called out, “What’s wrong? Are we under attack?”Temiri and Khytaari were startled by Rey’s sudden entrance. Both lifted their heads to see Rey standing there, her Jedi training evident in her alert stance and the glow of her lightsaber while the curtains fluttered behind her.They quickly realized the misunderstanding.“No, Master, it’s just… I was receiving treatment from Khytaari,” Temiri assured her. “I must have accidentally ignited my lightsaber.”It was hard to believe, but Khytaari may have actually blushed through her copper skin.Rey's yellow lightsaber emitted a vibrant and distinct glow, casting a warm and golden hue in the dimly lit Senate chambers. As she held the saber steady, the glow danced across the walls and floor, illuminating the space with a sense of strength and determination.Rey’s expression softened as she lowered her lightsaber, a mix of relief and amusement crossing her features. “Sorry for the intrusion,” she said with a small smile. “I felt the saber ignition and thought the worst. Carry on with your treatment.”“The mistake is understandable, Master. We will continue, if there is nothing else…” Khytaari said, implying there could, and maybe should, be more.Temiri moved to cover up his penis but Khytaari stopped him. She budged his arms back to his side and placed her hands on the Padawan’s body, nudging him back to a resting position on the table.Rey deactivated her lightsaber and turned to leave, her Jedi instincts still on alert. Rey's senses were finely attuned as she stood in the treatment room, her lightsaber still softly illuminating the room in a yellow glow. There was an energy which she hadn’t encountered for some time.Something caught her attention—a faint flicker of energy that could have been Temiri’s lightsaber, though she wasn't entirely certain. She noticed that Khytaari’s bare lekku were lightly draped over her Padawan, touching his inner thigh and penis.Rey knew exactly what got her attention, and it wasn’t Temiri’s lightsaber (at least not the one Temiri accidentally ignited).
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Rey was intrigued by the rehabilitation process Temiri was undergoing, approached Khytaari with a respectful nod. "May I observe?" she asked, her voice carrying a tone of curiosity and genuine interest in the Jedi healing techniques being employed.Khytaari, recognizing Rey's authority and experience as a fellow Jedi, welcomed her presence with a nod of her own. "Of course, Rey," she replied warmly. “The connection between master and apprentice is as old as the Order itself, and this presents a valuable opportunity to deepen that bond.”Rey removed her robes. She folded them and set them down in a bench.Rey took up a position on the other side of the table, watching attentively as Khytaari continued her work. She observed the careful movements and the application of healing techniques with keen interest, in Temiri’s chest and abdomen, silently acknowledging the importance of Jedi healers in maintaining the physical and spiritual well-being of their Order.Rey couldn't help but be captivated by Temiri’s penis. Its hilt was thick. The color was a blend of vibrant hues that seemed to shimmer with every movement.
Its energy resonated with a distinct aura, hinting at stories and experiences that mirrored Rey’s own journey. Rey's Jedi training had exposed her to a variety of body types, but this one held a special allure—a reminder of the diversity and individuality within the Jedi Order.Rey continued to watch, her gaze occasionally flickering between Her Padawan and his penis. She knew that every penis told a story, and she was eager to learn more about the one that now lay in Temiri’s capable hands. Some were of self-abuse, like Kylo Ren before her, while others were of the light and redemption, which reminded her of her brief time with Ben Solo.Temiri felt Rey's gaze lingering on his erect penis, and couldn't help but feel a mixture of surprise and curiosity. His Master couldn’t take her eyes off of his naked member. He had always regarded his penis as a tool of his training in restraint, a symbol of his journey as a Padawan. However, Rey's keen interest and focused observation made him realize that his penis held a significance beyond his prior perspective.Temiri realized that both Rey and Khytaari were taking in his naked body."Is something wrong with my penis?" Temiri asked, breaking the silence that had settled in the treatment room.Rey, sensing his curiosity, offered a reassuring smile. "No, not at all," she replied warmly. "It's just... I've never seen a penis quite like yours before. It speaks of a lineage or personal journey that intrigues me."“It’s exactly as it should be, and strong,” Khytaari noted, her hands continuing to apply pressure to Temiri’s abdomen.Temiri nodded thoughtfully, a sense of pride mingling with his surprise. The exposure and nakedness in front of these two women opened his eyes to a deeper connection to the Force. "Thank you," he said gratefully.“I’m going to apply some broad pressure to your abdomen,” Khytaari said. “You might feel some discomfort as I press down on your belly, but that’s normal. Let me know if you would like me to stop.”Temiri heard Khytaari but he couldn’t process what she was saying. He was thinking about his naked penis, hard and reactive in front of Khytaari (who had already touched his penis in the shower) and, for the first time, his own master. In all his years of training, he never expected to have Rey looking at his penis like this.With gentle, deliberate movements, Khytaari massaged Temiri’s abdomen, starting with light, circular motions around his navel. She applied just enough pressure to be effective without causing discomfort, her fingers gliding smoothly over the skin.As she moved outward in widening circles, she paid careful attention to the natural contours of his abdomen, ensuring that her touch was both firm and gentle.With the wider circles, Khytaari’s fingers inevitably touched the head of penis. Her knuckles grazed the head and nudged it upwards. During a deeper circle, Khytaari’s entire hand went under Temiri’s penis, deep enough where the head touched her wrist.Rey nodded in acknowledgment, her curiosity piqued. As the session continued, she remained quietly observant.“Master Khytaari, would it be ok if I applied the same motions to my Padawan’s upper legs?” Rey asked, her hands already caressing Temiri’s skin on his hips and thighs.“I have no objection, Master,” Khytaari confirmed. “Just be sure to slow down where his connection with the Force is the strongest. And you may use more than your palms for the more intricate areas.”Rey moved to join Khytaari in the massage, but hesitated. “I fear this will bring me closer to the dark side. This might serve my wants and not the needs of others.”“There is no concern. This is a practice of unity, togetherness, and becoming at peace with the living Force. Reach out and accept the world as it is, without judgement or fear.”“I understand, Master. You are very wise.”“Use this oil from the forest moon of Endor.” Khytaari poured a few droplets of the oil on Rey’s hands.Both Rey and Khytaari massaged Temiri’s body - Khytaari on his abdomen and Rey on his thighs. With each stroke, their fingers grazed Temiri’s most intimate areas.Khytaari grabbed Temiri’s penis while she circled around his abdomen. Her oiled up hands lubricated the skin on his shaft. Khytaari’s hand was warm. Temiri’s member was pulsing in her palm. Temiri motioned with his hips to try and fuck her hand. He wanted a release. Khytaari let go.She leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Not yet. You are not strong enough yet.”Rey pressed into Temiri’s thigh and moved her way upwards. She caressed Temiri’s scrotum with one hand while she slid her other hand into her robes and touched herself. “I didn’t know my Padawan was so sensitive.” She was wet. Wetter than she recalled being for some time.She considered lowering her pants, but thought it unprofessional. Unbecoming of a Master. She put both hands on Temiri’s balls, unsure of what to do.Khytaari sensed the uncertainty in Rey’s intentions. She reached down and touched Temiri below the knees and pulled her hands upward along Temiri’s body. Her arms caressed Rey’s, and then paused on them.Both Rey and Khytaari stood over Temiri, each with their hands touching each other and his groin.Temiri couldn’t help but steal a glance at Rey, who was observing his rehabilitation session with keen interest. There was a warmth and approachability about her that made him feel at ease. Her presence was a blend of strength and compassion, qualities that he deeply admired.Rey’s focus was unwavering, her eyes following Khytaari’s movements as she guided Temiri through his stretches and massages. Temiri noticed the subtle curiosity in Rey’s expression, the way she absorbed every detail, eager to learn and understand.“Gentle touch,” Khytaari said reassuringly. “This form of unity requires very little exertion. Take your fingertips and touch him on his penis, on his scrotum and down to his anus.”“His anus?” Rey asked, a little surprised.“Yes, it is a very sensitive area and when you fully see your Padawan exposed to you, you will understand him all the more.”Their hands continued in their exploration. Rey found that stroking Temiri’s balls was easy. They responded to her touch. Hairless as required by the Order. They swelled in the warmth from her skin.Temiri admired the way Rey’s hair framed her face, strands gently falling in a way that accentuated her features. Her natural grace and the effortless way she moved spoke of a confidence and poise that only added to her allure.Rey’s lips were soft and gentle. They were set in a thoughtful expression, occasionally curving into an encouraging smile that brought a sense of comfort and assurance to Temiri.Temiri wanted her lips on his erection.Rey reached out to touch her Padawan’s butt. Unlike Khytaari, she had only seen her Padawan from the front.Well… there was that one time they were traversing the mountains on Kashyyk, and she had seen him bathing in a water pool, but that was different. That was functional.She couldn’t quite access her Padawan’s inner butt without pushing aside his buttocks and thighs; his legs were pressed too close together. She enjoyed touching the scrotum but she wanted to explore deeper, to see and to touch her Padawan’s anus like Khytaari suggested.“I can help,” Khytaari offered. “Keep your hands on his scrotum. You may also touch his penis, or yourself, if the Force calls out to you.”Rey rested her fingers on Temiri’s erection.At the behest of Khytaari’s hands, Temiri’s knees were bent and drawn towards his chest, and instead of pulling them inward, she reached up and grasped the inner edges of his knees and splayed them outwards.His knees opened wide, spreading apart and aligning with his armpits, while his shins remained perpendicular to the floor. The soles of his feet faced the opposite wall, and his toes pointed upwards, creating a relaxed and open position.If he was exposed before, this was another level of openness. His penis and butt were open and facing the ceiling. There was nothing left to hide. He felt his penis pulse under Rey’s fingers.“Please hold your knees like this,” Khytaari asked. She asked nicely, but it was a command. “This will give us full access to your strength.” She repeated her commands in Ryl, the native Twi’lek language.The pose provided a deep stretch through his inner thighs, groin, and lower back, offering a gentle release of tension. Temiri’s breathing was steady and deep, each inhale and exhale promoting relaxation and facilitating the therapeutic benefits of the stretch.Khytaari observed his form, ensuring he was aligned correctly and encouraging him to hold the pose, allowing the healing energies of the stretch to permeate his body, and for ease of touch by herself and Rey.For her part, she was pleased to see a padawan so readily give himself over to her teachings. “Your Padawan is very flexible,” Khytaari observed. “This is a good stretch. It will help with the flow of the Force through his groin.”“Take your Padawan’s hand,” Khytaari commandedKhytaari blew a cooling breath onto Temiri’s penis and whispered some words in Ryl. She was directing her energy towards Temiri’s penis with the Force.A small bit of pre-midiclorian fluid seeped out of the top of Temiri’s penis. It glistened in the dim lighting.“Is that what I think it is?” Rey asked.“Yes, Master,” Khytaari confirmed. “You may taste it if you like. It is a very potent indicator of the Force.”Khytaari held Temiri’s shaft in place so Rey could taste Temiri’s pre-midiclorian fluid.Rey bent over and took the head of Temiri’s penis into her mouth.She rubbed her tongue over the end and felt the pre-midiclorian fluid on the tip. She savored the fluid. It was salty, undoubtedly a result of so many months, years spent training in the woods. It was different than the men who spent their lives on starships - metallic and artificial.Ben’s wasn’t as salty.She felt around the head with her tongue. She felt the soft fleshy nub give way when she applied pressure with her tongue.Her lips suckled on the firm flesh, on the corona around it. She tasted a little more pre-midiclorian fluid form on the tip.Khytaari held the base of the shaft in place for Rey; she didn’t stroke the penis because she didn’t want Temiri to inadvertently ejaculate into Rey’s mouth, at least not quite yet.However, that didn’t stop Khytaari from lowering her head as well to kiss the base of Temiri’s shaft. She gently kissed the shaft and licked its base before kissing it again.Temiri looked down to see both Rey and Khytaari kissing his penis. Khytaari’s face was obscured by his penis, though her pronounced lekku were still visible, and by Rey’s face which held the tip firmly in her mouth.He never had a woman suck on his penis before, nevermind a Twi’lek and a human, his Master no less.Khytaari then opened her mouth and licked the skin at the base before swirling her tongue down Temiri’s scrotum. It was wet with saliva. She settled at the absolute bottom and pressed her tongue onto Temiri’s perineum before continuing to lick the scrotum.The feeling was electric.Temiri called upon an unknown reserve of inner strength to stop himself from ejaculating. He found a deep well of strength in the Force which he didn’t know existed. And he realized, this was why Rey wanted him to see Khytaari.“Your Padawan is very strong,” Khytaari said.Rey released Temiri’s penis from her lips and smiled. “Salty.”Khyaari kept her hold on Temiri’s shaft. She squeezed and released. Squeezed and released.Khytaari called Temiri a ‘good boy’ in Ryl.Rey caressed his scrotum and pressed on the crease in the groin. She squeezed his balls, gently but playful, and pressed her palm into it. She stroked the corona around the head. She knelt down and gave the head a light lick while she squeezed the scrotum. She licked and squeezed.“Master, may I release now?” Temiri sought Rey’s permission to ejaculate, maybe on her hands, maybe in her mouth if Rey wanted it. He was desperate for it.Rey looked to Khytaari for assurance. Khytaari nodded. “Yes you may. Release all of that energy for us.”“Yes, that’s a good Padawan,” Rey said.He dared one more request, “and will you receive my fluid in your mouth?”Rey smiled to her Padawan. She scrunched the hair on the back of his head and lifted it a little from the table. Her other hand was firmly on his scrotum, massaging them. She brought her lips to his ears so that their cheeks touched.“Yes. Whenever you want.”Khytaari started rubbing her hand up and down the shaft of Temiri’s erection. Her fingers acted like ribs when they touched the corona on the penis’s head. Meanwhile, Rey kept massaging the scrotum.“It’s so impressive,” Rey said.“Release your fluid for us,” Khytaari commanded. One hand stroked his penis while the other pressed on his chest. First in basic, then in Ryl.Temiri’s hips bucked as he felt the first pulse of an orgasm. Rey immediately took Temiri’s penis into her mouth - not just the head this time but all she could handle right up to Khytaari’s fingers. Her hair fell over Temiri’s chest.Fluid ejected out of Temiri’s penis and into Rey’s mouth. He squirmed as the orgasm took over. He released his knees and held Rey’s head in place over his penis with his left hand while he grabbed Rey’s butt with his right.He squeezed her butt hard. Firm. Soft.Rey liked it. She liked feeling her Padawan’s form grip on her butt while he released in her mouth. It felt powerful, like he needed her.Khytaari took Temiri and held him by his neck and pressed her lips to his chest while the orgasm ran its course. She whispered in Temiri’s ear in Ryl about how a much of a good Padawan Temiri is.Temiri’s hips buckled in involuntary contractions as he fucked Rey’s mouth.Rey swallowed some of the fluid, but more kept shooting into her mouth. She sucked on the penis. Her lips applied gentle pressure to the shaft. She tried to drain it dry. The fluid was salty, just as it was moments ago.Temiri’s sensations subsided. His heart and breathing slowed down.Rey continued to suck on the penis even after the orgasm stopped. She gently tugged on the flesh with her lips and suckled on the head. Khytaari eventually signaled to her that it was done.Temiri couldn’t believe he just released into his Rey’s mouth, his Master’s mouth. And he could see his fluid on her lips.Khytaari leaned across the table and took Rey by the mouth. They kissed. It was a quick kiss, just long enough to exchange some of Temiri’s pre-midiclorian fluid.“My Padawan! That’s so much fluid!” Rey said, obviously very pleased with her Padawan.“It is salty!” Khytaari said, confirming Rey’s observation.A few more drops ejected from Temiri’s penis and onto his chest. Khytaari leaned down and licked these up for herself. She then held Temiri’s head, lifted it and pressed his head into her chest. Temiri felt the soft mounds of Khytaari’s breasts.“So good. So strong.” She said comfortingly.
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Khytaari retrieved a hot towel soaked in a blend of herbs from Kashyyk and Corellia. The combination of the herbs relaxed Temiri’s senses.She rubbed the towel on Temiri’s chest and cleaned his penis of any remaining fluid, plus any saliva from Rey and Khytaari (though Temiri really wouldn’t have minded leaving those right where they were).Rey rubbed a little bit of the fluid that was on her lips with her fingers. She then slid her hand down her pants while she watched Khytaari clean her Padawan’s penis.She enjoyed the attention her Padawan received. She knew he deserved it.Taking in the sight, Rey put the tip of her fluid covered finger inside her pussy.Khytaari shifted down to cleaning Temiri’s balls and even his anus. Khytaari took the towel and pressed inwards just a little bit on Temiri’s anus and rubbed it in a clockwise motion.Rey watched thus and slid a little more if her finger inside her pussy. She briefly wondered what it would be like if, instead of her finger, she had her padawan’s much thicker member inside of her.Temiri wasn’t sure that he saw what he saw with his Master’s hand, be he hoped he did.“You may replace your robes now,” Khytaari said to Temiri, but not before giving his penis one final kiss on the shaft.Temiri stood up, still fully nude for Khytaari and Rey to admire. Meanwhile, Khytaari replaced the wraps around her lekku.While Temiri dressed, Rey placed a hand on Temiri's shoulder. "Remember this lesson, Temiri. The path of a Jedi is not just about pushing forward. It's also about knowing when to seek help and allow yourself to heal."Temiri nodded, understanding the deeper wisdom in her words. "I will, Master. Thank you."Khytaari adjusted the scarf draped over her lekku, the fabric damp from the unrelenting humidity. The jungle air clung to everything, sticky and suffocating, making even the simplest movements feel labored. Beads of sweat traced faint lines through the dust on her teal skin as she leaned closer to Rey and Temiri, her voice low but steady.“The First Order facility is working at full capacity,” she began, her yellow eyes sharp with focus. “They’re producing Mark IV assault tanks—fast, heavily armored, and built for urban combat. They’re clearing entire villages to keep the operation running. Workers, materials, even food supplies. It’s ruthless, even by their standards.”“Where is it?”“Ajan Kloss. Western jungle on the small continent.”Rey shifted uncomfortably, her sweat-drenched shirt clinging to her back as she listened. “What about their defenses?”“Patrol rotations every ten minutes,” Khytaari continued, handing Temiri a data disc. “All of the information I have is on this disc. Perimeter sensors are active, but the dampness of the jungle interferes with their range. If you’re careful, you can move in without detection. Just don’t linger—the longer you’re there, the higher the risk.”Temiri wiped his forehead with a grimy sleeve, grimacing as the fabric stuck to his arm. “Great. Sticky, humid, and swarming with stormtroopers. What could be better?”Khytaari allowed herself a faint smile. “I hope to see you both when you return,” she said, her tone softening. “And I can’t wait to hear about your progress. If anyone can make this work, it’s you two.”Rey nodded, meeting her gaze. “We’ll be back. And when we are, this facility will be nothing but an empty shell.”Khytaari placed a hand lightly on Rey’s arm, her touch warm despite the sweat-slick skin. “May the Force guide your steps—and not claim too much from you in the process.”
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The jungle was relentless, a suffocating furnace of heat and humidity. Rey pushed through the dense undergrowth, her boots squelching in the mud with every step. Sweat dripped down her face, her shirt clinging to her back, heavy and soaked. Behind her, Temiri stumbled, his face streaked with dirt as he swatted at the insects that swarmed in the sticky air.
Temiri and Rey emerged from the dense jungle of Ajan Kloss, their boots crunching against the leaf-strewn path as sunlight finally pierced through the canopy. The air was thick with the earthy scent of moss and dew, and faint calls of distant wildlife echoed in the humid stillness.
Rey adjusted the strap of the pack slung across her shoulder, her lightsaber hilt clicking softly against its buckle. “Well,” she said, glancing back at Temiri, “not exactly a walk in the park.”
Temiri, his brow damp with sweat, grinned despite himself. “Maybe not, but at least we didn’t run into any more of those…whatever they were.”
“Let’s call them ‘things that don’t like us,’” Rey replied with a smirk. She pushed a low-hanging branch aside and stepped into a clearing. Before them lay the remnants of an old outpost—half-buried under vines and age, its metallic bones glinting faintly in the sun.
“Think this is it?” Temiri asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and caution.
Rey paused, her fingers brushing over the metal pommel of her lightsaber as she surveyed the ruins. “If it’s not,” she said, her tone hardening, “it’ll still have to do.”
As they trudged through the clearing, Rey’s gaze flicked toward Temiri, watching the careful way he moved. He was trying to mask it, but she could see the stiffness in his stride, the way his hand occasionally drifted to his side.
“How’s the scar?” she asked, her tone light but probing.
Temiri glanced at her, then down at his abdomen. “It’s fine,” he said, shrugging. “Mostly healed.”
Rey raised an eyebrow. “Mostly healed doesn’t mean all healed. You’ve been favoring that side since we left the ridge.”
He sighed, running a hand over the faint scar. “It just feels…tight sometimes. Not painful, really. Just stiff.”
“Stiff enough to slow you down,” Rey said, her voice softening. “You should’ve told me if it’s bothering you.”
Temiri smirked faintly, shaking his head. “It’s not bothering me. And besides, what would you have done? Force-knit my tendons back together?”
Rey gave him a pointed look. “If I thought it would work, I’d try.”
They shared a brief smile, the tension easing between them as they pressed on. But even as Rey turned her attention back to the jungle ahead, she stayed close enough to catch him if his stubbornness caught up with him.
When they finally broke through the foliage, a camouflaged structure loomed ahead, barely visible under a canopy of vines and leaves. Rey stopped, catching her breath as she scanned the area.
“This is the safehouse,” she said, her voice low and firm. “Let’s get inside.”
Temiri exhaled sharply, nodding as he adjusted the gear on his shoulder. “About time. Another minute in this swamp, and I’d start melting.”
Rey smirked faintly, but her focus stayed on the facility below, hidden behind the trees. They slipped into the shelter, the air inside barely cooler, but at least free of bugs and prying eyes. It was time to get to work.
Temiri sat against the bare wall of the safehouse, wiping the grime from his face with the back of his hand. The initial rush of adrenaline that had carried him through the mission was long gone, replaced by an aching fatigue. His mind wandered to the Twi’lek parlor they’d left behind. All of it seemed like a distant dream now, swallowed by the jungle’s oppressive heat and the ever-present threat of discovery.
Any benefit he’d gained from that brief reprieve felt stripped away, worn down by the mud, sweat, and swarming bugs. He stretched his legs, wincing as his boots, caked in muck, pinched his feet.
“I’ll tell you this,” he muttered, half to himself, half to Rey as she worked nearby. “I’m counting the minutes until we get out of here and back to something resembling civilization.”
Rey didn’t look up but smirked slightly. “Hold on to that thought, Temiri. It’ll keep you going when things get worse.”
He groaned, leaning his head back against the wall. “Worse? I can’t wait.”
"I don't like this," Rey said, watching the stormtroopers. "This patrol is too heavy. They're looking for something.""We can't just sit here," Temiri replied, frustration etched on her face. "We need to get out there and gather intel."Rey’s eyes locked onto his. "Not yet. It's not safe. We need to wait for the right moment to strike."Temiri’s gaze dropped, his emotions simmering just below the surface. Her hand reached out, gently lifting his chin. "We'll get through this, Tem. Together."As her hand touched his chin, a jolt of electricity ran through Temiri's body. He felt a surge of attraction, and his eyes locked onto Rey's, searching for a sign that she felt it too. The air between them seemed to vibrate with tension, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the stormtroopers outside forgotten. Temiri's voice was barely above a whisper as he replied, "Together."Rey nodded, her eyes still locked on Temiri's, before she turned to survey their surroundings. "This safe house is... sparse," she said, her voice neutral.Temiri followed her gaze, taking in the open layout of the room. "It's functional," he said, his voice a little rough. "No walls to get in the way, no hiding places for potential enemies."Rey's eyes landed on the toilet, which sat out in the open, without any enclosing walls or partitions. "Well, I guess this is one way to encourage honesty," she said, a hint of dry humor in her voice.Temiri's gaze followed hers, and he felt a chuckle rise up in his throat. "I suppose so," he said, trying to sound casual. "No secrets can be kept in a place like this."Rey raised an eyebrow. "Literally," she said, a small smile playing on her lips. "I mean, who needs privacy when you're trying to take down the First Order?"Her eyes drifted to the shower area, where a simple showerhead protruded from the ceiling. "And it looks like we'll be getting to know each other really well, in more ways than one," she said, a hint of mischief in her voice.Temiri's face grew warm as he met her gaze, feeling a spark of attraction at the thought of sharing such intimate moments with her. "I guess we will," he said, his voice low, trying to sound nonchalant despite the flutter in his chest.Rey adjusted the strap of her satchel and handed the small toolkit to Temiri. “Get the surveillance drones up and running,” she said, her tone brisk but light. “Give me a second - nature calls. I feel like I might pee myself.Temiri gave her a lopsided smirk. “You know, you could just say you’re taking a break.”Rey raised an eyebrow. “And miss the chance to delegate? Not likely.” She turned, boots crunching softly on the dirt, and headed toward the tree line. “Don’t mess it up,” she called over her shoulder.Temiri sighed and crouched down to unpack the drones. “Sure thing, boss. No pressure.”Temiri watched as Rey unwound the wrappings from her chest and waist, her movements steady and practiced. The fabric fell away in soft whispers, revealing the strength beneath—a body honed by survival.“Why do you wear those?” he asked quietly.Rey glanced back, a faint smile crossing her face. “To keep everything in place. Out there, you can’t afford distractions.”She walked over to the toilet area and removed the wraps she wore beneath her Jedi robes, her movements slow and deliberate. Temiri watched, transfixed, as Rey removed her worn clothing, revealing her toned physique.Beneath the wrappings, Rey wore a simple, fitted tunic, sleeveless and plain, designed for practicality. The fabric was worn and soft, bearing the marks of countless journeys—scuffs from desert winds, faint discoloration from engine grease, and the subtle smell of sun and sweat. It was also sheer, nearly translucent. It worked in the environments jungle heat. It wasn’t much, but like everything Rey carried, it was chosen with purpose, a reflection of her life: no frills, just function.Rey, noticing Temiri's gaze, smiled to herself. She took a moment to relieve herself, the sound of her peeing echoing through the room. Rey hunched over as she sat on the toilet, clearly relieved at the opportunity to pee. Temiri's eyes never left hers, his mind racing with thoughts of their previous encounter with the Twi'lek. As Rey sat on the toilet, Temiri caught a glimpse of her butt, the sheer fabric of her underwear clinging to her skin. He felt a surge of arousal at the sight, and his thoughts turned to the possibilities of a sensual encounter with Rey. He had never seen a woman pee before, and he found himself wondering what it would be like. As Rey peed, Temiri felt a sense of surprise. He hadn't expected her to be so casual about it, and he found himself feeling a little embarrassed. But as he watched, he saw that Rey was completely relaxed, her eyes closed and a look of concentration on her face. As Rey finished, she reached for a cloth to wipe herself. Temiri's eyes followed her movements, and he caught a glimpse of her delicate fingers as she cleaned herself. The sound of the cloth rustling against her skin was almost intimate, and Temiri felt his heart rate quicken.As Rey stood up and began to hitch up her pants, Temiri caught a quick glimpse of her front. For a brief moment, he saw the curve of her breasts and the hint of her nipples through the sheer fabric of her underwear.
But more surprising, she was completely shaved, except for some slight hairs which had apparently grown over the course of their journey. The slight growth of stubble that had begun to appear after days of traveling was barely visible, giving her an almost vulnerable appearance.
The soft, pink flesh of her labia was visible for just a moment, before Rey's pants slid back up into place, and her soft flesh was obscured by the sheer underclothes.
Now Temiri knew what was under there.
His eyes snapped back up to meet Rey's, and he felt a flush rise to his cheeks. Rey's smile seemed to grow, and she raised an eyebrow as if to say she knew he had been looking.What struck Temiri as odd was the lack of a privacy screen around the toilet. It seemed almost intentional, as if the designers of the room had wanted to create a sense of intimacy and vulnerability. Temiri's eyes met Rey's, and he could sense a spark of connection between them. The air was thick with tension, and Temiri's thoughts turned to the Twi'lek once more. He wondered what it would be like to experience a similar connection with Rey, to explore the depths of their passion and desire.As Rey finished dressing, she walked back to Temiri, her confidence and allure radiating from her. The sheer fabric of her outfit clung to her body, accentuating her curves and leaving little to the imagination. Temiri's eyes roamed over her, drinking in the sight of her. He could smell the scent of her perfume wafting through the air, and his senses seemed to come alive.As Rey walked back over to Temiri, she couldn't help but notice the feeling of wetness between her legs. She looked down and saw that her sheer pants were clinging to her thighs. The wetness wasn’t from the jungle. She realized that she had peed herself.Rey's eyes met Temiri's, and she saw that he was watching her with a curious expression. She felt a sense of self-consciousness wash over her, but she tried to brush it off. After all, she was a warrior, not some delicate flower. "I guess I didn't quite make it," she said, trying to sound casual as she gestured to the stain on her pants. "I peed myself a little bit."Temiri leaned over the monitor, his eyes narrowing as the drones’ feeds flickered into focus. The jagged outline of the First Order tank manufacturing facility filled the screen—fortified walls, sprawling assembly lines, and patrols moving with cold precision.“We’ve got eyes on it,” he said, his voice low but edged with determination. “Everything we need is here. Movement patterns, weak points, production cycles...”Rey stepped closer, her gaze fixed on the screen. “So this is where they’re building the beasts they’ve been rolling out across the Outer Rim.”Temiri nodded, zooming in on a convoy of parts being unloaded. “Not for much longer. Once we get this intel back to command, they’ll have what they need to cut this off at the knees. No more tanks, no more advancements—at least not on the ground.”Rey rested a hand on his shoulder. “Good work, Temiri. Our time spent understanding our inner selves with the Khytaari is paying off.”The sheer fabric of Rey’s outfit clung to her body, accentuating her curves and leaving little to the imagination. Temiri's eyes roamed over her, drinking in the sight of her. He could smell the scent of her perfume wafting through the air, and his senses seemed to come alive."Let's get the first watch out of the way," Rey said, her voice husky and confident. "We can take turns keeping an eye out for any signs of trouble."Temiri nodded, his mind still reeling from the sight of Rey's body. He tried to focus on the task at hand, but he couldn't shake the feeling of arousal that had settled in his chest.As they stood watch, the tension between them was palpable. They barely spoke, but the air was thick with unspoken desire. After what felt like an eternity, they finally switched off, and Temiri took over the watch.
As he stood there, scanning the horizon for any signs of danger, he couldn't help but think about Rey. He thought about the way she had looked, standing in front of the toilet, wiping herself with a cloth. He thought about the way her sheer outfit clung to her body, accentuating her curves. And he thought about the way he had felt, catching a glimpse of her front as she hitched up her pants.He thought about it, he couldn't help but imagine Rey standing under the spray, her body glistening with water, her hair flowing down her back like a river of night.The image was almost too much to bear, and Temiri felt his arousal spike once again. He tried to push the thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was on the verge of something incredible. Something that would change everything between him and Rey forever.As they finished their first watch, Rey turned to Temiri and said, "You should get into something more comfortable. We'll be here for a while, and I don't want you to get stiff from sitting around in those clothes."
Temiri nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He had been thinking about how nice it would be to get out of his worn and dusty clothes, and Rey's suggestion was just the excuse he needed.As he rummaged through his pack, looking for something more comfortable to wear, he couldn't help but think about the Twi'lek. He had been so intimate with her, and yet Rey had been right there, watching. It was a strange feeling, knowing that Rey had seen him in such a vulnerable state.But despite that intimacy, Temiri had never seen Rey's naked body until now. And even now, it was just a glimpse of her as she hitched up her pants, and the sheer clothes that clung to her body. He felt a sense of wonder at the mystery of her, and a sense of excitement at the prospect of getting to know her better.
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As the long day of their stakeout came to a close, Rey mentioned that Khytaari was one of the most insightful members of the New Order. Temiri, exhausted, couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and fatigue. He had been waiting for what felt like an eternity to shower, and finally, the time had arrived. Rey, with a hint of a smile, nodded towards the open showerhead, indicating that Temiri could finally wash away the grime and mud that had accumulated on his body.As Temiri began to undress, Rey couldn't help but watch him, her eyes fixed on the way the dirt and mud seemed to cling to his skin. The smell of sweat and earth filled the air, a pungent aroma that was both familiar and comforting. Temiri, too tired to care about the lack of privacy, let out a deep sigh as he shed his clothes, revealing the dirt-encrusted skin beneath.Rey's gaze followed Temiri's movements, her eyes taking in the way the mud seemed to be caked onto his skin, the way it highlighted the contours of his body. As he leaned against the wall, the water from the showerhead began to wash away the dirt, revealing the smooth, unblemished skin beneath. Temiri let out a groan of relief, his eyes closing in ecstasy as the warm water cascaded down his body.As the water washed away the dirt, Rey's eyes noticed something else - the neatly trimmed hair around Temiri's penis. It was a trait that she had grown accustomed to seeing in the Jedi Order, where all Padawans were expected to maintain their appearance, everywhere. The neatly trimmed hair was a testament to Temiri's dedication to the Order's codes, and Rey felt a sense of approval at his attention to detail."We'll have to wash our clothes tomorrow," Rey said, breaking the silence. "We can't keep wearing these muddy things."Temiri opened his eyes, looking at Rey with a hint of concern. As he turned to face her, he lost his balance for a moment, and his towel slipped, exposing himself completely to Rey. For a moment, they just stared at each other, Temiri's eyes locked on Rey's, his face flushing with embarrassment. Rey's eyes, however, were fixed on Temiri's penis, which was not fully erect but was clearly flush with blood. She could see the faint pulse of his heartbeat in the veins that ran along the length of his shaft.Temiri's face grew even hotter as he realized his mistake, and he quickly tried to cover himself, but not before Rey had gotten a good look. "I... I'm sorry," he stuttered, his eyes cast downward in embarrassment.Rey's expression was neutral, but her eyes sparkled with a hint of amusement. "It's okay, Temiri," she said, her voice calm and soothing. "Accidents happen."Temiri looked up at her, his face still flushed with embarrassment. "I guess I'm just a little tired," he said, trying to laugh off the situation.Rey smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "I think we're both tired," she said. "But we need to focus on our mission. We can't let our guard down, not even for a moment."Temiri nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He was grateful that Rey wasn't making a big deal out of his mistake, and he was determined to make sure it didn't happen again. He felt a sense of vulnerability, but also a sense of connection, and he couldn't help but wonder what would happen next.Temiri winced as he tried to bend over, his earlier injuries still lingering, making every movement a chore.
He struggled to reach his own feet, his face twisted in a mixture of pain and frustration. Rey's eyes narrowed as she watched him, her expression softening with concern. "Temiri, you're not fully healed yet, are you?" she asked, her voice gentle as she stepped forward to help him. He shook his head, a small grunt escaping his lips as he straightened up, his eyes never leaving hers. Rey pulled up a stool in the shower, the warm water splashing onto her sheer tunic, making it cling to her body and rendering it nearly transparent. She sat down, her eyes locked on Temiri as she began to wash him, starting at his feet. She gently massaged the soap into his skin, working her way up his legs, her touch tender and soothing. After she reached the top of his thighs, she focused on his balls, her fingers wrapping around them, soap suds covering her fingers as she cleaned him.
As Rey continued to wash Temiri, she gently moved her hand downwards, her fingers moving around his anus with probably a little more vigor than expected. “…to remove the mud,” Rey insisted. She washed him with careful strokes, making sure to clean away any remaining dirt or grime. "The mud really got everywhere, didn't it?" she said, a hint of amusement in her voice as she rinsed him off.
She repeated the process a few times, making sure he was clean, before moving on to rinse him off again. As she did, she looked up at him, her expression soft and gentle. "You're doing okay, just relax," she said, her voice soothing as she continued to wash him.
The warm water cascaded down around them, and Rey's sheer tunic clung to her body, but she didn't seem to notice, her focus entirely on Temiri and making sure he was clean and comfortable. She wrapped her fingers around his penis, soap suds covering her fingers as she began to clean him. She massaged the soap into his skin, her touch gentle and tender. As Rey washed Temiri, she also gently massaged the soap into his trimmed pubic hair, her fingers working the suds into the short hairs. She was careful and gentle, making sure to clean him thoroughly, and Temiri seemed to relax into her touch, his eyes closing slightly as she washed him. The soap suds foamed and bubbled around her fingers as she rinsed him off, and then she moved on to rinse the rest of him, the warm water cascading down around them. As she washed him, his penis began to stir, starting to harden in her hand. But before it could fully erect, Rey smiled and said, "I think you can probably reach that part just fine," her voice low and soothing. She rinsed him off, the warm water cascading down around them, and then leaned back, her eyes never leaving his. The soap suds slid off his skin, leaving him clean and refreshed, and Rey's gaze lingered on him for a moment before she spoke again. “We'll visit Khytaari again after this stakeout," she said, her voice gentle. "But for now, let's just focus on getting you healed and back on your feet."She smiled, her eyes sparkling with warmth, as she continued to rinse him off, the water cascading down around them.
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Rey and Temiri settled in for their long days of surveillance, parked in their usual spot outside the New Order's weapons manufacturing facility in their hideout. Rey was wearing a new onesie she had sewn together, complete with a cute Ewok on the front and a butt flap that was supposed to make bathroom breaks easier. She needed to go commando, not wearing anything underneath, since she needed her underwear to finish the butt flap. There was only so much fabric available in the hideout, after all.As they sat in silence, watching the building across the street, Temiri couldn't help but notice that Rey's onesie seemed to malfunction on occasion. The butt flap refused to stay closed, and every time Rey shifted or leaned forward, it would dislodge from the buttons and swing open, revealing glimpses of her bare buttocks.Temiri tried to focus on the task at hand, but his eyes kept drifting back to the gap. He could feel his face growing hotter with each passing minute, and he knew he needed to get his mind back on track. But it was hard to concentrate when he was sitting next to someone who seemed completely oblivious to her own wardrobe malfunction.As Rey bent over to adjust her binoculars, the flap snapped open, and Temiri caught a brief glimpse of her hutt-hole. He felt a jolt of surprise and embarrassment, quickly looking away as he tried to compose himself. It was clean, but there was also a dark spot in the center that seemed to be a gap he should fill.As Temiri caught glimpses of Rey's bare buttocks, he couldn't help but notice the small, delicate opening of her anus. It was a tiny, puckered circle of skin, surrounded by a subtle ring of muscle that seemed to twitch and relax as she moved.The color was a deep, rich pink, almost like the inside of a shell, and it seemed to glow with a soft, intimate light in the dimness of the stakeout vehicle. The surrounding skin was smooth and unblemished, with just a hint of fine texture that suggested the gentle curves of her buttocks.As Rey shifted and moved, her anus seemed to wink open and closed, like a tiny mouth or a secret doorway to some wonderful Force secrets. It was an intensely revealing and intimate sight, one that filled Temiri with a mix of awe and forbidden desire.Despite his initial shock and embarrassment, Temiri found himself drawn back to the sight again and again, his eyes helpless to resist the allure of Rey's exposed body. He couldn’t look away. Rey’s anus incredible. And as he gazed at her anus, he felt his own desires stirring to life, like some long-dormant flame that had been fanned into burning intensity by the proximity of her naked flesh.In that moment, a sudden and intense fantasy flashed through Temiri's mind - one that left him breathless and shaken. He imagined himself behind Rey, his body pressed against hers shooting his premidiclorian fluid deep into her hutt-hole. The thought sent a shiver down his spine and made his heart pound in his chest.Rey remained oblivious to her exposed state (or at least she did her best to access the Force and focus on the mission), too engrossed in scanning the building for signs of Khytaari or other New Order members. But let’s be honest. She knew exactly what was happening with the onesie, however much she tried to hide what was happening. She continued to lean forward, binoculars pressed to her eyes, as Temiri struggled to maintain a Jedi-like demeanor.The tension between them grew thicker as the hours dragged on and Temiri's gaze continued to wander back to Rey's rear end like iron filings drawn magnetically towards steel (or so he thought). Even First Order guards appearance on the balcony above them couldn't break the spell that had been cast over Temiri.As Rey sipped lemonade and gazed out at the surrounding neighborhood with an air of quiet contemplation , it seemed almost as if he sensed something peculiar brewing below - perhaps even smiling ever so slightly upon catching sight our would be spies whose stakeout activities appeared increasingly compromised by undercurrents now rising prominently into view.Temiri knew he needed to get his mind back on track before things escalated further - but for now , all bets were off.As the stakeout continued, Temiri found himself increasingly distracted by Rey's proximity and the tantalizing glimpses of her bare skin. He tried to focus on the task at hand, but his mind kept wandering back to the fantasy that had flashed through his mind earlier.Rey, still “oblivious” to her wardrobe malfunction, shifted in her seat, causing the butt flap to swing open once again. Temiri's eyes were drawn back to the gap, and he felt his heart skip a beat as he caught another glimpse of her butt.This time, however, Rey seemed to sense that something was amiss that she couldn’t ignore. She turned to Temiri, a questioning look on her face. "Is everything okay?" she asked, her voice low and husky.Temiri nodded hastily, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, everything's fine," he replied, attempting to sound nonchalant despite the turmoil brewing inside him.Rey raised an eyebrow, sensing that something was off and they may not be able to ignore it. But instead of pressing the issue, she turned back to her binoculars, scanning the building across the street with renewed intensity.As the hours dragged on, Temiri found himself growing more and more agitated. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was teetering on the edge of something - a precipice beyond which there was no return. He adjusted his erect penis in his pants.As the stakeout wore on, Rey suddenly shifted in her seat, her expression turning slightly uncomfortable. "Ah, sorry about this," she whispered to Temiri, "but I really need to pee."Without hesitation, she reached back and grasped the edges of the butt flap on her onesie, giving it a gentle tug. The flap swung open, revealing the full curves of her buttocks and the delicate pink opening of her anus.As she positioned herself to pee, Rey leaned forward slightly, her weight shifting onto her knees. Her buttocks parted slightly, and Temiri caught a glimpse of the soft, golden hair that surrounded her anus.Rey let out a soft sigh as she began to urinate, the sound of her peeing filling the small space of the stakeout vehicle. The smell of fresh urine wafted up, mingling with the scent of Rey's skin and the faint tang of sweat.Temiri felt his face grow hot as he tried to look away, but his eyes seemed rooted to the spot. He couldn't help but stare at Rey's exposed body, his mind racing with forbidden thoughts and desires.As Rey finished peeing, she let out a soft grunt and reached back to wipe herself clean with some tissue paper from her pocket. The sound of her wiping was almost more intimate than the peeing itself, and Temiri felt his heart racing in his chest.Finally, Rey fastened the butt flap closed once more and turned to Temiri with a concerned expression. "Hey, you should probably go too," she whispered. "Don't hold it in - it's not good for you."Temiri nodded mutely, still feeling a bit dazed from what he had just seen. Rey encouraged him again, "Come on, go ahead. I'll keep watch while you're going."Temiri hesitated for a moment before nodding and relieved himself.As Temiri made his way to the hideout's small toilet, he couldn't shake the image of Rey's bare buttocks from his mind. His penis had grown erect during the stakeout, and it still throbbed with excitement as he peed.And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, everything changed. The First Order guards disappeared from view, and Rey turned to Temiri with a look of intense excitement on her face.Rey's eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight of Temiri's exposed body. She felt a flush rise to her cheeks, but she didn't look away - instead, she found herself frozen in place, her gaze fixed on Temiri's penis as it continued to pee.For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Temiri remained oblivious to Rey's gaze, lost in his own thoughts as he finished peeing and began to zip up his pants. But Rey was acutely aware of what she had seen, and she couldn't help but feel a spark of curiosity ignite within her.As Temiri emerged from the toilet, looking relieved, Rey couldn't help but tease him. "Well, I guess that's one way to 'expose' ourselves on this stakeout!" she said, trying to stifle a grin.Temiri rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "That was terrible," he said, chuckling. "You're a regular comedian."Rey laughed. "Hey, someone's got to keep things light around here," she said. "Besides, I'm just trying to 'flush' out some humor in this situation."Temiri groaned at the second toilet pun. "Okay, okay, you've made your point," he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Just don't make me 'wipe' away my tears of laughter.""Hold on. I think I saw something," she whispered urgently. "Let's get out of here and regroup." Was she talking about the First Order or Temiri’s penis?As they quickly gathered their gear and made their escape from the stakeout location , Temiri couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him . Maybe , just maybe , he could finally get his mind back on track - but little did he know , things were only just beginning to heat up .