Ahsoka Tano Dreams of a Temple - Sex Stories

Ahsoka Tano Dreams of a Temple

... at his grasp.

As she falls Ahsoka’s hand wraps around a lightsaber hilt. Shorter than most it is warm as though it was just shut off. The hilt's girth is just enough that she can’t touch her fingers with her thumb. Its length appears to be six republic units long. Just over half the length of her reverse grip sabers.

I can work with this,

she thinks. Her fingers squeeze and twist hunting for the ignition button.

“Uh.. Uwah!” He moaned. His eyes locked on her ample breast in each of his hands. Their size makes his hand seem small.

Two voices whisper and sing in each of their ears. ‘Trials of the Force. One of three. Commence. Do not give in to your bodily gratification. Before the other.’ One voice of shadows. One voice of light.

Not a saber,

Ahsoka thought. Confused happiness and disappointment filled her.

The young Sith user's legs and cock are the only parts of his body in the light. Ahsoka’s blue and white striped montrals and lekku shiver with excitement. Boldly she leans in, her legs spreading his slightly. Her fist tightens around his saber, like a Sarlacc’s tentacle around a victim. Ahsoka’s hand rubs up and down his shaft. Her body; just in the light. Her free hand slid along his inner thigh. Triggering a moan

“Ughh… hhhh.” His voice comes from the shadows.

Weighing his balls in her hand and rolling her fist up and down his shaft. Another victory comes from the dark side of the room.

“Krifff… yess…” he moans.

Dipping her head ...

... lower, his legs flinch as her lekku’s blue tips dangle and pat his inner thighs. Ahsoka opens her mouth and releases a splash of drool on her fist and his head at the apex of her fist’s motion. The saliva trails down along his cock as she moves again, coating his saber in her warm slimy drool. She begins rolling her tongue and building up more saliva.

Rocking her body back and forth, Ahsoka matches her hand’s movements. Both her sizable breasts sway to the rhythm. Her front lekku bounces off her chest, their dark blue tips sliding along Koawyn’s inner thighs sending rushes of pleasure through his spine. A line of saliva slips from her lips to his cock.

The young Sith’s eyes are hypnotized by her swaying chest. He begins to lose control watching her steady motions. The pressure builds in his balls. She continues playing with them, making it harder for him to focus. Her saliva slips past the hand working his cock and coating his balls as she rolls and plays with them. He squirms beneath her. The Jedi increases her pace. His moans become more passionate.

“Krif… Kriifffing.. Karabast!” Koawyn shouts. His hips buck. His saber twisted in Ahsoka’s grasp. “Kriff!” A large white milky stream of cum shoots out as his saber ignites. A trail of his cum lands along the right side of her face. Missing her eye. It sits below and runs across her nose down to her right cheek. One drop rolls to her lips, the others to her chin. Dripping into her cleavage.

Ahsoka’s tongue pulls his warm ...