Title: Jaxxon's Twi'leks 21 -- Never Forget
Author : helgaleena helgaleenas@yahoo.com
Series: post-TPM
Rating: NC-17
Category: femslash
Pairing: Aayla Secura, other Twi'lek
Warning: interspecies implied
Disclaimer: Lucas is god of Star wars and owns everything; I am nothing
Summary: the continuing story of Jaxxon and Quinlan Vos. Aayla and Lana resolve never to forget each other. Little do they know...
More on Jaxxon at web-strip Jaxxon's 11 at theforce.net
The smuggler Kim and his apprentice Aayla were doing their moves again. They had explained to Lana that they had worked as bodyguards, and it paid them to keep in practice.
Lana enjoyed watching them, as she did her own morning limbering exercises. First they did their forms very slowly, as if they were in a holovid set to spot-pause. Then they did them faster, holding sticks. Then they repeated them faster still, adding somersaults through the air of the cargo bay, passing each other and clashing their sticks together so hard that sometimes they broke them.
"You two should be dancers," she remarked, bending over her outsretched legs to grasp her peachy-pink toes. As the apprentice of her aunt Lenara, a noted dancer, she should know.
"We have almost been dancers, you could say. You should tell her about the time we were with the circus on Rodia, Aayla. "
"Oh, yes! I was only half as tall as I am now, Lana, and I would balance on the backs of the eeopies as they trotted in a circle." Aayla's bright blue lekku flew about, expressing her enthusiasm. "Master Kim had gundarks. They were so sad... He would leap in among them and annoy them, for the show, but really they were quite easy to manage with kindness."
"By the Mother! Why did you ever leave the circus? I would love such a life!"
The Kiffar smuggler smiled, wiping himself off with his tunic. He certainly sweat a lot, thought Lana, with mild revulsion. Twi'leks perspired hardly at all.
"We lost our gundarks. That is all I wish to say about the whole business.." And his face settled once again into its characteristic frown. In response, Lana swiftly hid her lekku behind her. It would not do to upset Jaxxon's business partner.
Aayla looked embarrassed, and changed the subject. "I could stand on my hands on the eeopies, like this--" and she demonstrated.
"Hey! I can do that," cried Lana, and immediately joined her friend in capering about upside-down.
The master smuggler, in reality the Master Quinlan Vos, grinned at the young ones' play, as Lana batted unsuccessfully at Aayla's arms, trying to upset her. Their giggling echoed after him down the corridor of the Rabbit's Foot, as he headed toward the fresher. His padawan could use some time alone with her friend.
Eventually Lana got toppled herself, as Aayla managed to tickle her light orange lekku with one of her own, at just the right-wrong moment. Then the smaller blue girl landed on top of her, deliberately, and they lay tangled together, sharing laughter.
Aayla had always had good control of her physical body, as she was trained in the Jedi defnsive arts, but here, undercover with Jaxxon's Twi'lek pleasure workers, she had also discovered physical pleasures. And how fortunate for her that Lana was just her age, and dancer-trained. They ended up spending a lot of time together, exploring.
So it was the most natural thing in the worlds to progress from sparring to embracing. Sometimes they would simply kiss, and let their lekku do the wrestling, finding new ways to achieve orgasm with mind as well as body. Aayla liked the way those big turquoise eyes went unfocused, then drifted gently closed, as Lana neared her release. It thrilled her to have it happen only inches away, brought on by a part of her that she had scarcely thought about, before Lana and her mistress had introduced her to lekku sensuality.
This time, the Fates had decreed that the way their limbs tangled together landed Aayla's head upon Lana's more ample bosom, with her lekku pinned beneath Aayla's cerulean chest. Lightly she raised herself to free them, and Lana snaked them around her torso, smiling almost possessively. Aayla worked the straps of Lana's halter down her rounded peachy arms, freeing her breasts. The fruity aroma of Lana herself came up at her, making it even more impossible not to claim the bounty on offer.
While her lekku tantalized one lush orb, she began to knead at the other, working her fingers up toward the rosy tip. Lana's nipples had been pierced, so Aayla was able to work a fang into the opening and gently tug. Meanwhile her tongue was busy flicking over the very tip of the nipple. Lana moaned into Aayla's belly at the combined sensations, which in turn sent thrills directly to Aayla's pleasure centers.
Soon she had Lana's arousal so high that she was writhing, bumping her hips up and down upon the exercise mat and using her orange hands to knead at Aayla's behind. Aayla gasped as Lana's fingers grasped at her butt cheeks and spread them, as if ready for penetration. Finally she could ignore Lana's suggestion no longer. Abandoning the girl's breasts, she ran her tongue down accross the taut mounded belly and eased Lana's waistband down, past her throbbing sex. As soon as she'd worked it past the knees, Lana swiftly kicked the garment away, and Aayla began to feast unimpeded upon the fountain of honey between the generous thighs of her friend.
Meanwhile Lana had been doing the same to Aayla's exercise pants. Down they slid over the girl's blue buttocks and muscled thighs, but Aayla didn't bother to untangle them from her legs and feet. So Lana used them as a makeshift handle, to pull her face more tightly to the mons of her smaller friend. Aayla moaned her pleasure into one of the creamy orange thighs, as Lana's lekku explored between her trapped legs, and Lana's rough tongue lapped at the very nub of her.
Both girls had rolled to their sides. Lana wrapped one of her legs around Aaylas' shoulders, giving her complete crotch access, and Aayla lost no time in lapping every exposed fold and crevice of Lana's fruity and fragrant sex. With her blue muscular lekku she wrapped each rounded hip, squeezing like the coils of a serpent with an insistent rhythm, counterpoint to Lana's own. Soon there was a gush of extra fluid, as Lana shook in ecstacy. Aayla drank it up, frenzied at the torturous sensations that Lana's mouth and lekku were imparting to her own sex.
But even as Aayla's first release began to shake her, Lana was readying another surprise. The waves of Aayla's pleasure ebbed, with Lana holding her ass tightly as she writhed, gasping hot breaths over the peachy sex she was trying to feast upon. But as her rhythm slowed, suddenly Lana impaled her rectum with an orange finger, slick with Aayla's own juices, while plunging her tongue hungrily into Aayla. Immediately the pleasure began to buffet her whole body all over again. Not just gasps, but moans escaped her now, between Lana's thighs.
Triumph at her own abilities started Lana shivering at Aayla's moans. Her orgasms also resumed. The friends held onto each other tightly, clinging to each other as if to a life raft in the storm of their ecstasy.
Lana came back to herself at the feel of Aayla's lips, sucking upon her as if her sex were a well-squeezed fruit. Aayla's Force sensitivity, of which Lana knew nothing, informed her that the orange girl was well pleased at her ability to satisfy her age-mate. Limp with pleasure, she allowed Lana to pull her pants back up for her.
Aayla could not help grinning broadly, as she rose to one elbow, at her lovely and relaxed companion upon the exercise mat. Lana was slowly sitting up, and returning her bosoms to their proper harness. Shining moisture was on her generous, persimmon-red lips. Aayla knew that her whole chin and nose were covered with a similar decoration.
Her halter repositioned, Lana looked over at the glowing purple eyes and plum-dark lips of her Rutian friend. Then she tenderly bent forward, and began to clean Aayla's face with her tongue.
Aayla gasped with pleasure, and folded Lana close. Swiftly the orange and blue lekku became fully entwined. The blue hands pulled Lana's still unclothed bottom onto her kneeling lap, and Lana wrapped her legs avidly around her. Aayla's fingers had free access now to all of Lana's sex, as her face-washing was continued with more ardor. She used one hand to flick and massage gently at the seat of Lana's pleasure, the other hand holding her behind and squeezing at it repeatedly. And at last Lana ceased her licking and kissed her.
The kiss was deep and refreshing. Each mouth tasted of the other's juices, and the combination of flavors was the most delicious thing Aayla had ever tasted. Her lekku began to tremble from the intensity of it all-- the bountiful beauty in her hands, the saliva gushing to meet her tongue, the wetness cascading down her fingers, the licks drying upon her face-- all at once she was bucking and bumping at Lana's arms and legs around her, and coming so hard it almost hurt, crying aloud into Lana's mouth.
Lana felt that cry as a vibration that started her upper lip to trembling. The trembling swiftly traveled to her brow, behind her eyes, and into her lekku, which began to writhe along with Aayla's. She felt the moisture gushing out of her again as she spasmed upon Aayla's fingers, pouring out as her body rocked, all over Aayla's lap.
When at last she opened her eyes, she found Aayla's looking straight into hers, full of gratitude. Sweetly, almost chastely, they kissed once more, and unwrapped themselves from each other. Shakily Lana began to search in the corners for her discarded pants, as Aayla stood up, stretching out her legs.
When they were finally found, and put back on, Aayla held out her hand to help her rise. That led to another affectionate hug.
"Lana, no matter where our lives take us, I will never forget you."
"I'll never forget you either, Aayla."
Little did they know that the Fates, or the Force, had planned otherwise.
Author : helgaleena helgaleenas@yahoo.com
Series: post-TPM
Rating: NC-17
Category: femslash
Pairing: Aayla Secura, other Twi'lek
Warning: interspecies implied
Disclaimer: Lucas is god of Star wars and owns everything; I am nothing
Summary: the continuing story of Jaxxon and Quinlan Vos. Aayla and Lana resolve never to forget each other. Little do they know...
More on Jaxxon at web-strip Jaxxon's 11 at theforce.net
The smuggler Kim and his apprentice Aayla were doing their moves again. They had explained to Lana that they had worked as bodyguards, and it paid them to keep in practice.
Lana enjoyed watching them, as she did her own morning limbering exercises. First they did their forms very slowly, as if they were in a holovid set to spot-pause. Then they did them faster, holding sticks. Then they repeated them faster still, adding somersaults through the air of the cargo bay, passing each other and clashing their sticks together so hard that sometimes they broke them.
"You two should be dancers," she remarked, bending over her outsretched legs to grasp her peachy-pink toes. As the apprentice of her aunt Lenara, a noted dancer, she should know.
"We have almost been dancers, you could say. You should tell her about the time we were with the circus on Rodia, Aayla. "
"Oh, yes! I was only half as tall as I am now, Lana, and I would balance on the backs of the eeopies as they trotted in a circle." Aayla's bright blue lekku flew about, expressing her enthusiasm. "Master Kim had gundarks. They were so sad... He would leap in among them and annoy them, for the show, but really they were quite easy to manage with kindness."
"By the Mother! Why did you ever leave the circus? I would love such a life!"
The Kiffar smuggler smiled, wiping himself off with his tunic. He certainly sweat a lot, thought Lana, with mild revulsion. Twi'leks perspired hardly at all.
"We lost our gundarks. That is all I wish to say about the whole business.." And his face settled once again into its characteristic frown. In response, Lana swiftly hid her lekku behind her. It would not do to upset Jaxxon's business partner.
Aayla looked embarrassed, and changed the subject. "I could stand on my hands on the eeopies, like this--" and she demonstrated.
"Hey! I can do that," cried Lana, and immediately joined her friend in capering about upside-down.
The master smuggler, in reality the Master Quinlan Vos, grinned at the young ones' play, as Lana batted unsuccessfully at Aayla's arms, trying to upset her. Their giggling echoed after him down the corridor of the Rabbit's Foot, as he headed toward the fresher. His padawan could use some time alone with her friend.
Eventually Lana got toppled herself, as Aayla managed to tickle her light orange lekku with one of her own, at just the right-wrong moment. Then the smaller blue girl landed on top of her, deliberately, and they lay tangled together, sharing laughter.
Aayla had always had good control of her physical body, as she was trained in the Jedi defnsive arts, but here, undercover with Jaxxon's Twi'lek pleasure workers, she had also discovered physical pleasures. And how fortunate for her that Lana was just her age, and dancer-trained. They ended up spending a lot of time together, exploring.
So it was the most natural thing in the worlds to progress from sparring to embracing. Sometimes they would simply kiss, and let their lekku do the wrestling, finding new ways to achieve orgasm with mind as well as body. Aayla liked the way those big turquoise eyes went unfocused, then drifted gently closed, as Lana neared her release. It thrilled her to have it happen only inches away, brought on by a part of her that she had scarcely thought about, before Lana and her mistress had introduced her to lekku sensuality.
This time, the Fates had decreed that the way their limbs tangled together landed Aayla's head upon Lana's more ample bosom, with her lekku pinned beneath Aayla's cerulean chest. Lightly she raised herself to free them, and Lana snaked them around her torso, smiling almost possessively. Aayla worked the straps of Lana's halter down her rounded peachy arms, freeing her breasts. The fruity aroma of Lana herself came up at her, making it even more impossible not to claim the bounty on offer.
While her lekku tantalized one lush orb, she began to knead at the other, working her fingers up toward the rosy tip. Lana's nipples had been pierced, so Aayla was able to work a fang into the opening and gently tug. Meanwhile her tongue was busy flicking over the very tip of the nipple. Lana moaned into Aayla's belly at the combined sensations, which in turn sent thrills directly to Aayla's pleasure centers.
Soon she had Lana's arousal so high that she was writhing, bumping her hips up and down upon the exercise mat and using her orange hands to knead at Aayla's behind. Aayla gasped as Lana's fingers grasped at her butt cheeks and spread them, as if ready for penetration. Finally she could ignore Lana's suggestion no longer. Abandoning the girl's breasts, she ran her tongue down accross the taut mounded belly and eased Lana's waistband down, past her throbbing sex. As soon as she'd worked it past the knees, Lana swiftly kicked the garment away, and Aayla began to feast unimpeded upon the fountain of honey between the generous thighs of her friend.
Meanwhile Lana had been doing the same to Aayla's exercise pants. Down they slid over the girl's blue buttocks and muscled thighs, but Aayla didn't bother to untangle them from her legs and feet. So Lana used them as a makeshift handle, to pull her face more tightly to the mons of her smaller friend. Aayla moaned her pleasure into one of the creamy orange thighs, as Lana's lekku explored between her trapped legs, and Lana's rough tongue lapped at the very nub of her.
Both girls had rolled to their sides. Lana wrapped one of her legs around Aaylas' shoulders, giving her complete crotch access, and Aayla lost no time in lapping every exposed fold and crevice of Lana's fruity and fragrant sex. With her blue muscular lekku she wrapped each rounded hip, squeezing like the coils of a serpent with an insistent rhythm, counterpoint to Lana's own. Soon there was a gush of extra fluid, as Lana shook in ecstacy. Aayla drank it up, frenzied at the torturous sensations that Lana's mouth and lekku were imparting to her own sex.
But even as Aayla's first release began to shake her, Lana was readying another surprise. The waves of Aayla's pleasure ebbed, with Lana holding her ass tightly as she writhed, gasping hot breaths over the peachy sex she was trying to feast upon. But as her rhythm slowed, suddenly Lana impaled her rectum with an orange finger, slick with Aayla's own juices, while plunging her tongue hungrily into Aayla. Immediately the pleasure began to buffet her whole body all over again. Not just gasps, but moans escaped her now, between Lana's thighs.
Triumph at her own abilities started Lana shivering at Aayla's moans. Her orgasms also resumed. The friends held onto each other tightly, clinging to each other as if to a life raft in the storm of their ecstasy.
Lana came back to herself at the feel of Aayla's lips, sucking upon her as if her sex were a well-squeezed fruit. Aayla's Force sensitivity, of which Lana knew nothing, informed her that the orange girl was well pleased at her ability to satisfy her age-mate. Limp with pleasure, she allowed Lana to pull her pants back up for her.
Aayla could not help grinning broadly, as she rose to one elbow, at her lovely and relaxed companion upon the exercise mat. Lana was slowly sitting up, and returning her bosoms to their proper harness. Shining moisture was on her generous, persimmon-red lips. Aayla knew that her whole chin and nose were covered with a similar decoration.
Her halter repositioned, Lana looked over at the glowing purple eyes and plum-dark lips of her Rutian friend. Then she tenderly bent forward, and began to clean Aayla's face with her tongue.
Aayla gasped with pleasure, and folded Lana close. Swiftly the orange and blue lekku became fully entwined. The blue hands pulled Lana's still unclothed bottom onto her kneeling lap, and Lana wrapped her legs avidly around her. Aayla's fingers had free access now to all of Lana's sex, as her face-washing was continued with more ardor. She used one hand to flick and massage gently at the seat of Lana's pleasure, the other hand holding her behind and squeezing at it repeatedly. And at last Lana ceased her licking and kissed her.
The kiss was deep and refreshing. Each mouth tasted of the other's juices, and the combination of flavors was the most delicious thing Aayla had ever tasted. Her lekku began to tremble from the intensity of it all-- the bountiful beauty in her hands, the saliva gushing to meet her tongue, the wetness cascading down her fingers, the licks drying upon her face-- all at once she was bucking and bumping at Lana's arms and legs around her, and coming so hard it almost hurt, crying aloud into Lana's mouth.
Lana felt that cry as a vibration that started her upper lip to trembling. The trembling swiftly traveled to her brow, behind her eyes, and into her lekku, which began to writhe along with Aayla's. She felt the moisture gushing out of her again as she spasmed upon Aayla's fingers, pouring out as her body rocked, all over Aayla's lap.
When at last she opened her eyes, she found Aayla's looking straight into hers, full of gratitude. Sweetly, almost chastely, they kissed once more, and unwrapped themselves from each other. Shakily Lana began to search in the corners for her discarded pants, as Aayla stood up, stretching out her legs.
When they were finally found, and put back on, Aayla held out her hand to help her rise. That led to another affectionate hug.
"Lana, no matter where our lives take us, I will never forget you."
"I'll never forget you either, Aayla."
Little did they know that the Fates, or the Force, had planned otherwise.
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