Star Wars: Padawan's Paradise ch.2 (part 2)

Author's Notes: Hey tentacles! Finished the second/last part of this big boi. Since the first bit was mostly set-up, this one has ended up being pretty much 100% action, so strap yourself in for some playtime with our favorite padawans....

[story] [fu(x3)] [light bondage] [light D/s] [blindfold] [oral] [rimming] [anal/DAP] [all characters are 18+ years of age, regardless of your feelings or thoughts on the timeline]

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‭“Mistress it is,” Ahsoka allowed herself a small grin as she switched places with Barriss, pausing halfway through the exchange to give the other girl a deep, longing kiss on the lips, moaning into the mirialan’s mouth and reaching across to gently fondle her stiff member. “I’m gonna get Maris a little more warmed up, really get her begging.”

“Huh?” Maris chirped, not quite hearing, her blindfold leaving her uncertain where to focus her attention. Some things, though the Force, were becoming more clear, the loss of her sight sharpening other senses, but she nonetheless found herself disoriented as the two other teens switched positions -- Barriss in front of her, Ahsoka behind her. “Are you--” the zabrak found herself silenced by the sensation of flesh pressed against her lips, and let out a muffled gasp as she gave in, licking and suckling at what she was provided without knowing what it was. After a moment of experimentation, of tracing her tongue in lazy circles and exploring with her lips, she deduced that she was pleasuring Barriss’s balls, her head being pulled into the green girl’s lap while her stiff cock laid against her stomach. Confusion, after only a moment, gave way to dedication, as she began to give the mirialan what she wanted -- nuzzling and lapping at the sweet, hairless sack she’d been gifted, growing more and more aroused herself... especially as she was assaulted from behind by a sudden spike of sensation.

Maris gasped sharply as she felt deft hands spread her pale cheeks from behind, but rather than penetration, the zabrak felt the smooth, wet lap of a warm tongue stroking along her asshole. A shudder ran through her, her back entrance clenching reflexively before relaxing once more, inviting further attention from the beautiful togruta behind her. The tender stroke was followed by another, then another, as Ahsoka drew in close, getting on her knees behind Maris and lovingly lapping at the pale star of her rear, coating it generously with her saliva.

“Hnnn... ffuccck...” Maris panted, her breathing picking up now as Ahsoka loyally pleasured her from behind, that tongue prodding and swirling around her backdoor with a single-minded dedication as Maris devoted herself to satisfying Barriss. Another loving kiss and lick at the mirialan’s silky balls, and she found her tongue trailing upward, caressing the underside of Barriss’s girlcock until she finally found its tip with her lips, folding them around the crown of the other padawan’s creamy green member. “Mmnnn....”

“That’s it... good girl,” Barriss shivered, perched at the edge of one of the contraband room’s crates with her legs spread and the zabrak’s head in her lap. Reaching down and carefully minding the girl’s short, sharp horns, she took hold of those thin braids and made a fist with them, using them to firmly control Maris’s movements -- tightening her grip when the zabrak disappointed, and loosening when she was pleased. There was a strange thrill to this position of power, the idea that she could have what she wanted as long as she demanded it, and already she found her girldick throbbing with anxious anticipation as Maris’s lips slid up and down its length. “Nnn... nnAah...!”

As she licked, sucked, and kissed along the other girl’s length, Maris’s body burned with lust, her backside starting to sway back and forth with need as Ahsoka’s tongue teased and tormented her from behind. Still being tied up, there was little she could do to take action upon actually getting fucked, but her squirms and shudders were certainly getting the point across in their own way. As she reached the limit of her tolerance though, the zabrak opened her mouth to speak, inhaling -- only to let out a muffled groan as Barriss’s cock slid fully into her mouth, the other girl’s hand tightening around her braids as she pushed her way deep into that warm, wet cavern, poking insistently against the back of the dark padawan’s throat. “Nnghcllk--!”

“How’s her mouth, Bar-- mistress?” Ahsoka cooed, pushing the tip of her tongue against Maris’s asshole, then inside, drawing a low squeal from the zabrak.

“Mnn... hahh, she’s incredible, she’s so restless. Her tongue is going crazy around me,” Barriss panted, yanking forward on the other girl’s braids to drive even deeper in, gagging her on the length of her slender chartreuse girldick. “I can’t believe how horny she is... erm, pun not intended.”

Ahsoka let out a little giggle, giving Maris’s rear one final soft lick before pulling up into a half-kneel, giving her throbbing orange member a few quick strokes as she lined up its tip with Maris’s anus. “And we’re about to see how horny she can get.”

Pinned between both aliens, and with one orifice already deeply invaded with hot, wet cock, Maris could only let out a long, crazed moan of approval as Ahsoka’s cock pressed against her well-lubed backdoor, the togruta’s sticky saliva squelching audibly as she pushed her member past it and, finally, inside of Maris’s ass. “Nnnphh!” she whimpered, eyes rolling back as her tongue lapped and rolled along the mirialan’s member, thrusting her hips back against Ahsoka. Never before had she been spitroasted like this, but the sensation of being airtight was an unbelievable delight. Just below the tight hole Ahsoka had just speared into, a thin trail of precum oozed from the tip of Maris’s own aching shaft, throbbing with need and dripping with moisture as the bound padawan’s needs were finally met.

“Ohh, oh fuck... nn, yeah...” Ahsoka moaned, one hand firmly on Maris’s slender hip while the other reached out to take Barriss’s hand, using the other girl’s weight as leverage to keep her awkward positioning from causing her to tumble over. Looking over to the mirialan, she bit her lip, admiring the screwed-up expression of delight on Barriss’s face as she thrust her hips against Maris’s face, now fully penetrating her throat and bringing the zabrak’s lips to her pelvis with each forward thrust.

Maris’s hot, gagging moans echoed out through the chamber, her slim figure twitching and contorting as she was taken from both sides. Having the blindfold on made everything seem so much more intense, so isolated -- the sounds of both other padawan’s moans swimming around her, hands caressing along her hips or tugging at her hair. And, of course, the feeling of being stuffed full, of having Barriss’s rock-hard dick ramming against the back of her throat again and again, leaving her drooling and breathless, while Ahsoka’s own stiff member speared straight into her ass, prying apart the narrow, pallid entrance and driving in deep with each and every thrust.

“Mnn, turn her over, Ahsoka,” Barriss purred, letting her cock slip free of Maris’s mouth and grinding it against the side of her face, again certain to be cautious of her short, stubby horns. “I want to see her throb while she gets fucked.”

“Ooh, what’s gotten into you?” Ahsoka grinned back, “I’m into it. And you’re absolutely right--” she turned her attention back to the zabrak, “let’s roll you over.” Shifting back, Ahsoka let her member slide free of Maris’s upturned rear, giving those creamy cheeks a quick, playful slap before taking hold of the teen’s hips and turning her around, laying her down onto her back, arms still tied snugly behind her. Maris, meanwhile, was using the brief reprieve to catch her breath, sucking in air using all the time she had. Laying back with her legs spread, she gave Barriss the exact view she’d been wanting -- that of her slim, hard girldick laying against her flat stomach, a thin strand of precum leaking from its tip and into her navel.

“There we go,” Barriss cooed, pulling off the crate she’d been perched on to get on her knees, teasing the tip of her cock against Maris’s lips from behind. “Good girl. Now take a deep breath....” Reaching out to firmly fondle one of the zabrak’s small tits, Barriss slid herself back into Maris’s mouth, though the new positioning meant that her throat was less the goal, and more the starting point, the mirialan’s member bypassing Maris’s gag reflex after a brief, wet cough, and pushing down the young alien’s gullet. “Nnnfhh... ha-Aaah...!”

Biting her luscious lower lip, Ahsoka eased between Maris’s spread legs, bringing one hand to the girl’s hip and the other to one of her breasts, teasing and fondling one nipple as she once again aligned her shaft with the zabrak’s backdoor. Slipping in was easier this time, and in seconds the togruta felt her hips hit the soft skin of Maris’s butt, every inch of her girldick now entrenched into the other girl’s ass. The sensation made Maris’s own member throb and flex, drooling out another strand of clear stickiness as her rear clenched down, hungry for more of the stiff orange cock buried inside of her. “Aahhnn...!”

“Fuck... unnh, yeah...” Barriss panted, reaching out to grasp Ahsoka’s shoulder and leaning into her. “Come here,” she whispered breathily, planting her lips on the togruta’s and sharing a heated kiss with her longer-term girlfriend, tongue dancing out to tease and flick across Ahsoka’s even as she continued to thrust her slender hips forward. Her smooth green sack resting on Maris’s nose and top lip, she rammed her cock down the girl’s throat again and again, letting the zabrak cope by both breathing through her nose, and sustaining herself with the Force.

“Nnnh...” Ahsoka moaned into the kiss, letting her eyes drift shut for a long moment and leaning in, her hips still eagerly ramming forward, having  her way with the bound, squirming zabrak beneath her. As she finally broke the long embrace with Barriss, she let out a breathy whisper, “I want to you to fuck her with me, Ba-- mistress,” she cooed, nibbling at the mirialan’s lower lip as she thrust her hips forward once more, Maris’s ass squeezing eagerly down around her.

“Both at once?” Barriss grinned, keeping her cock buried in Maris’s throat, throbbing inside of  her as she considered, “Maris may not approve, but we have ways of keeping her quiet. After all, she did say she wanted to be bound and submissive... so it shouldn’t be her place to complain, no?” Drawing back a little, the padawan reached out with one hand toward the contraband crate, willing something to dislodge itself from the crate’s contents and float towards her. Grasping it, Ahsoka saw what the object was -- a dark strap of durable, flexible material, oriented around a single solid black ball.

“And that is...?” the togruta arched a brow.

“You’ll see,” Barriss licked her lips as she pulled back, finally sliding free of Maris’s throat and allowing the young zabrak to gasp for breath, attempting to verbalize some sort of hurried protest even as she panted.

“Hold on, I-- hahh-- I don’t think you sh--mmhhphh!” Her protest was cut short before it ever fully escaped her mouth as the dark sphere was forced into her mouth, just large enough that she had to stretch her jaw around it, rendering her unable to speak or spit it out. An instant later, and the pliable band was wrapped around her head, joining the blindfold in shutting the zabrak out from the outside world. “Mrrmhm pphmmnh!”

“I won’t even ask how you knew what that was supposed to be for,” Ahsoka smirked, and the mirialan offered an innocent shrug back, licking tenderly up along the side of the zabrak’s face. Easing Maris back up into a sitting position, Ahsoka herself sat down onto the floor, turning Maris around and settling the other girl back into her lap, wasting no time in letting her member ease deeply back into her backside. Maris let out a muffled moan, drool leaking out from around her ball-gag as she tried to figure out exactly where and how she was being moved -- her inability to see, move, or speak putting her in a state of squirming sensory overload that was becoming too much to bear. Her limits, though, had not yet truly been tested.

“There we go, that’s what I wanted to see,” Barriss bit her lip, giving her member a few slow strokes as she admired the zabrak’s helpless figure, moaning and twitching atop Ahsoka’s cock, her own throbbing girlthing hard enough that it still pointed roofward. Below that, Barriss’s prize -- once invaded already, and soon to be pushed to capacity. Pulling close and kneeling in front of the two other girls, the mirialan once more stole a long kiss from Ahsoka, hand moving to Maris’s breast, massaging it in slow, lustful circles as she lined her dick up with that tight hole, pressing firmly against its upper rim until she felt Maris shudder... then pushing a little harder, finally breaching her, sinking deep into that snug, milky tunnel and loading her member in side-by-side against Ahsoka’s.

“NNphh... mmnnlmnn!” Maris let out a long, desperate groan as she felt the second shaft push into her, the heat of both of them inside her at once almost overwhelming, not to mention the fact that the limits of her back entrance were being pushed to capacity. Still, all she could do was gasp, spasm, and drool on herself as she felt both rods shifting in and out of her at once, like two pistons working overtime in the overheating hyperspace engine of her ass. Discomfort quickly melted back into pleasure, though, as the zabrak came to appreciate the sensation of taking both at once, being filled so completely with wet, thrusting girlmeat, her own member so hard it almost hurt.

“Oh fuck, she’s so tight like this...” Ahsoka panted, groping Maris’s other breast from behind while her other hand stayed firm on the zabrak’s hip, holding her steady. “I can feel your cock against mine... hnn, it feels so fucking good....” Gritting her teeth, she pressed her forehead to Barriss’s, breathing heavily, both girls forming a sort of cage around Maris as they thrust into her in tandem, one easing out when the other would push in, then reversing, their pace growing faster and faster with every few seconds.

“Fuck her harder, Ahsoka,” Barriss breathed back, leaning in to steal another kiss, her light green skin now shimmering with a thin sheen of sweat, both from her physical activity and the relative heat of her black outfit. “Fuck her until she can’t take it anymore...!”

“As you wish, mistress,” the togruta nodded, nuzzling Barriss’s nose and planting her feet firmly on the floor, bringing one hand down to give herself stable tripod support and beginning to thrust frantically upward, ramming her hard dick not only against the clinging inner walls of Maris’s ass but also against the underside of the mirialan’s member. Starting to sweat herself, she thrust as hard as she was able, and was delighted to find Barriss very much responding in kind -- her hips ramming forward as she drilled the zabrak’s tortured backside along with her fellow padawan.

Maris’s eyes widened beneath the blindfold, every muscle contracting as she tried to simply endure what was happening. That task, though, was truly beyond her, and no matter how hard she tried to hold on, what was building within her needed to be released. Around the gag in her mouth, a muffled wail rose to the heavens as her anus contracted down around its two invaders, and a moment later the zabrak let loose -- several long, hot blasts of spunk shooting forth from her unattended girldick in an upward volley, splattering across her own chest and Barriss’s as well, making a gooey mess of that corset and creating an artful drizzle between those tiny green tits.

“Nnn, fuck yeah,” Barriss gasped, then finally pulled back, letting her shaft slide free of  the zabrak’s double-stuffed hole, then looking to Ahsoka, “I think it’s time to give Brood here her treat,” she said in a husky, breathless voice, shallowly stroking herself while Ahsoka complied, pulling out of Maris’s overworked hole and leaving her sat up, her back propped against one of the crates. Barriss slipped the gag free of the other girl’s mouth, but was quick to replace it, pushing her cock into the zabrak’s maw and encouraging Ahsoka to do the same -- double-stuffing her once again, merely in using a different hole.

Maris had only an instant to gasp for breath before taking both cocks in her mouth, tongue lazily dragging across them both for only a brief moment before she recieved her ‘treat,’ in the form of two simultaneous floods of hot, sticky cum through the two slender flesh-cannons crammed into her mouth. Swallowing what she could, she found herself inevitably coughing up much of what she’d been given down her chin and chest, coating her even more completely in warm, sticky alien cum and leaving her exhausted and out of breath.

“And here I was hoping she’d swallow a bit more,” Ahsoka shrugged, but then let out a lighthearted chuckle. “She does look hot wearing it, though.”

“Here, let’s get this off of you,” Barriss said sweetly, her domineering persona already dissolving now that she’d managed to have her ‘release.’ Gently lifting the blindfold off of Maris’s eyes, and minding her horns, she let the zabrak see once again, leaving her panting and blinking, adjusting to the light.

“That... wha...” she tried to say, still disoriented both from her climax, and the long-term denial of both her sight and air supply.

“Speechless for once, Maris?” Ahsoka smirked. “You wanted to be submissive, remember?”

“I... yea,” the other padawan blinked, letting out a hoarse giggle. “That was crazy. Should, uh... should we get dressed?”

“There’re hours left before the guard changes,” Barriss grinned, reaching back into the contraband crate and withdrawing a long, black riding crop and biting her lip. “I’d say things are just heating up.”