YOUNG JEDI KNIGHTS:

DATHOMIR

by PJ

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The Rock Dragon burst out of Hyperspace, rocketing towards the planet Dathomir.

"Last stop, Dathomir," announced Anja from the cockpit.

"You handled the Rock Dragon quite well, Anja," nodded Tenel Ka approvingly.

"Thank you," smiled Anja.

"Hey! Dathomir!" exclaimed Jacen as he emerged from the passageway behind the cockpit.

Anja and Tenel Ka rolled their eyes.

The Rock Dragon landed gently on a wide landing pad, surrounded on all sides by towering mountains that glowed red in the fading sunlight. The landing ramp hissed down, allowing Anja and the young Jedi Knights to walk out and breathe fresh air.

"It's very…majestic," observed Anja, struggling for something polite to say.

"Kinda bleak to me," added Jacen, scratching the top of his head.

Jaina poked Jacen in the right side with her elbow, making him grimace.

"Be nice, this is Tenel Ka's home."

"Hapes was a lot nicer," whispered Jacen into Jaina's ear.

"Come, the clan leader will be waiting for us," urged Tenel Ka, leading the way down a narrow trail ledge.

"You honor us with your presence, Jedi," greeted Marpe, a tall, lithe Witch with flowing raven hair that spilled to her buttocks. "Greetings to you as well, Warrior Sister."

Tenel Ka and Marpe clasped wrists, the greeting between equal warriors.

"We have prepared a feast in your honor. Please, follow me."

Jacen, Jaina, and Anja trailed behind Tenel Ka and Marpe. Marpe talked about current events on Dathomir, mentioning a resurgence of the Nightsisters that especially attracted the Jedi Knights' attention. Listening avidly to Marpe, Jacen didn't notice Anja falling back until she was almost out of sight.

"Anja!" called Jacen, leaving the group to retrieve the young woman.

"You go ahead, Jacen, I want to explore around a little on my own. Besides, it sounds like you have a lot of Jedi business to discuss," shrugged Anja.

"But you've never visited Dathomir before! You might get into trouble!" protested Jacen.

"I can take care of myself," replied the young woman, petting the lightsaber that hung over her left thigh.

"Okay," said Jacen reluctantly.

Anja flashed Jacen a saucy grin, tossing her long, dark hair over her left shoulder before sauntering down a side street.

"Jacen!" snapped Jaina.

Jacen glanced Anja's way one last time, then sprinted back to his waiting friends and host.

Anja walked down a cluttered sidewalk, glow bulbs illuminating the busy street. Shops and taverns were still open and bustling with business, even as darkness fell across the village. Examining a pile of apples for something to snack on, Anja jerked her head up when loud, pounding footfalls emanated from the far end of the street. Anja raced down the sidewalk, unhooking her lightsaber while the footfalls grew louder and louder.

Anja slid to a halt, her eyes wide as an enormous Rancor came into view. The gigantic creature turned to face Anja, its wide nostrils sniffing warily.

"Do you mean to attack?" asked the young woman riding atop the Rancor's broad back.

"Uh...no, not at all!" stammered Anja, staring with shock into the Rancor's plate-sized, blood-shot orbs.

"Good, I was just about to take my boy home," smiled the woman, patting the top of the Rancor's head affectionately.

"Does everyone ride Rancors on this planet?"

"No, only the warriors charged with protecting the village," replied the blonde woman. "Are you an off-worlder?"

"Yes, I just arrived tonight."

"I could show you around the village, if you like," offered the woman, smiling tentatively.

"I'd like that," nodded Anja with a grin.

The feasting hall was crowded and raucous as Jacen, Jaina, and Tenel Ka ate with Marpe.

"You are very handsome, young Jacen," smiled Marpe warmly, her eyes shining appreciatively.

"I think perhaps you've had a little too much wine," replied Tenel Ka with a touch of asperity.

"I have not!" retorted Marpe, her face flushing. "Jacen is very…delectable!"

The Witch broke into wild laughter before taking another long gulp from her goblet.

"This party is a little too wild for me, Jacen," said Jaina as she rose from her chair. "I'm going to bed so I'll be ready to hike to the Chu'unthor tomorrow."

"But Jaina..."

"No arguments! If you're smart, you'll go to bed too," advised Jaina before she left the feast hall.

"You will do no such thing, young Jacen!" bellowed Marpe. "You will dance with me! I command it!"

The Witch jumped from her chair, reaching out to seize Jacen's right arm and drag him out onto the wide space in the center of the hall.

"Music!" ordered the Witch.

A group of female musicians began a quick beat on their instruments. Marpe wrapped her left arm around Jacen's waist, spinning him around her, then pulling him against her supple body. Jacen smelled the alluring perfume of her dark hair as she swayed around him, her long legs tempting him when she swirled before him, her long skirt rising from the speed of her movement. She twirled behind Jacen, wrapping both arms around his waist, pressing her body tightly against his. Jacen felt the firm mounds of Marpe's breasts against his back, her wine-laden breath hot inside his right ear.

"Shall we continue this dance in my quarters?" asked Marpe, sliding her right hand down Jacen's right thigh to his crotch.

"Enough!" shouted Tenel Ka, rising imperiously from her chair, her eyes blazing with fury.

"Why?" countered Marpe indignantly, clasping Jacen possessively against her.

"He is mine!" declared Tenel Ka, her lips trembling angrily.

"Have you performed the Bonding ritual?" inquired Marpe slyly.

"No...not yet," frowned Tenel Ka uneasily.

"Then he is still free to mate with other Witches," proclaimed Marpe. Several of the watching women nodded in agreement.

Tenel Ka lowered her head, thinking furiously. Suddenly, she smiled in triumph, raising her face to confront Marpe.

"I Challenge you for the male!"

"What?" exclaimed Marpe, licking her lips nervously.

"I invoke the Challenge of Endurance!" shouted Tenel Ka.

Marpe glanced at Jacen, then smiled, backing away from him so she could face Tenel Ka directly.

"Very well, I accept your Challenge for the boy."

Four Witches started dragging mats into the central space while Marpe and Tenel Ka began taking off their dragonskin armor.

"What's happening?" asked Jacen from a passing serving boy.

"The challengers have sex until one of them yields," replied the handsome boy with a negligent shrug before he left with his heavily laden tray.

"Wow," gasped Jacen, moving behind one of the long tables with the other spectators as both naked young women walked onto the adjacent mats.

"You can start," offered Marpe magnanimously, sitting on a mat and spreading her long, tanned legs wide apart.

Tenel Ka knelt between Marpe's legs, leaning forward to kiss the beautiful Witch roughly. Marpe matched Tenel Ka's ferocity, their jaws working, their tongues fencing between each other's lips. Tenel Ka caressed Marpe's full tits as she forced the woman onto her back. Marpe moaned softly, hugging Tenel Ka's neck with her slim arms, squeezing the girl's hips with well- muscled thighs. Tenel lowered her mouth from Marpe's lips to her right nipple. She sucked on the woman's tit, lapping at the stiffening nub with her wet tongue. Marpe purred with pleasure, burying her fingers in Tenel Ka's thick, red hair. Tenel Ka switched to the left breast, sucking wetly, covering the shivering mound with saliva. The naked young women kissed again, lingeringly, passionately. Jacen watched in amazement, glancing at nearby Witches who watched while drinking wine or nibbling on bits of fruit.

Tenel Ka flipped Marpe onto her stomach. The Jedi girl massaged the Witch's smooth buttocks, licking each cheek with her tongue. Marpe stretched out her arms, groaning with a smile, slowly thrusting her ass against Tenel Ka's face. Tenel Ka pulled Marpe's buttocks apart, running her tongue up the woman's warm slit. She nibbled on Marpe's clit, sucking deeply on the shuddering bulb of flesh. Marpe writhed on the mat, moaning loudly, her pussy dripping with nectar. Tenel Ka licked Marpe's honey, she nuzzled inside the woman's cunt, licking the shivering walls of Marpe's vagina. Marpe gasped, experiencing her first orgasm of the evening, tongue sliding over moist lips.

Tenel Ka broke away from Marpe, settling onto her own back as Marpe wiped sweat from a damp forehead. Marpe kissed Tenel Ka, probing the girl's throat while she squeezed Tenel's left breast. Tenel Ka moaned as Marpe licked the left side of her neck, her tits aching. Marpe licked each of Tenel's nipples once, then covered the girl's panting mouth, sucking on her lips enthusiastically. As they kissed, Marpe placed her right hand between Tenel Ka's legs. She started stroking Tenel's pussy, her long fingers caressing and rubbing. Tenel Ka moaned inside Marpe's mouth, her hips shaking as Marpe slipped an index finger into her soft cunt.

Skin burning, Jacen tore his gaze away from the two naked young women. He stumbled out of the stifling hall, gratefully emerging outside to suck in the cool night air. Jacen climbed down the short set of stairs to the street, turning left to follow an empty walking path. Gazing at his moving feet, Jacen failed to notice the two Witches until he crashed into the auburn-haired beauty on the right.

"What's this?" chuckled the young woman while Jacen backed away, smiling sheepishly.

"Looks like a lost little lamb," purred the brunette. "Let's take him home and nibble on him!"

"Good idea," smiled Jacen's crash victim, grabbing hold of Jacen's left hand.

"Sorry, have to go!" said Jacen, ducking around the auburn-haired Witch and bursting into a sprint.

"The cute rabbit's getting away!" exclaimed the brunette, leaping after Jacen, followed closely by her companion.

Anja and her new friend sat on a soft couch, giggling as they drank cup after cup of sweet wine. The Witch accidentally spilled some wine on Anja's tunic, but corrected her error by licking the wine off of Anja's left breast.

"Ceara!" protested Anja with a laugh.

The Witch mumbled an apology, then shot forward, kissing Anja hungrily. Anja returned the kiss, wrapping her left arm around the back of Ceara's neck, her right hand squeezing the Witch's soft left tit.

"I've got something that will really make you feel good!" said Anja, reaching into a belt pouch and withdrawing a small metal case.

"What is it?" panted Ceara, her breasts heaving.

"Spice," purred Anja, opening the small freezer case, wisps of white vapor falling over Anja's right hand as she withdrew two rolls.

"Place it under your tongue and let it dissolve," instructed Anja, replacing her case in her pouch before sliding the small roll of spice into her mouth.

The fibrous roll melted quickly in Anja's saliva, flowing down her throat to spread throughout her body. Ceara gasped, her skin breaking into a sweat, her breathing becoming harsh as the spice burned inside her. She ran her right hand over her neck, her tits glistening, her belly convulsing from the power of the drug.

"Feel...so...HOT!" shuddered Ceara, tearing her tunic open, her tits bouncing with each sharp gasp.

Anja pulled off her own tunic, then slid out of her tight pants. She crawled over Ceara, kissing the drug-enthralled woman, fondling her large, pendulous left tit.

"Fuck me! FUCK ME!" moaned Ceara, crushing her mouth over Anja's, squeezing her arms around the naked young woman's slender waist.

Jacen ducked into a pitch dark alley, running down the narrow lane to the exit at the far end. Detecting the horny Witches' approach, Jacen used the Force to jump up to the roof of the building to the right. He crossed the roof, gazing down when he reached the opposite ledge. Balconies adorned this side of the building, so he hopped down, moving from one balcony to another in his descent. When the Witches turned around the corner to Jacen's right, the boy crouched behind a balcony railing, waiting for the women to pass beneath him. The Witches stopped, and sent out feelers of the Force to search for Jacen. The young Jedi grimaced, watching as glowing tendrils rose up from the street, touching the building's walls and probing each balcony. Jacen glanced behind him, noticing that a glass door opened into a living area inside the building. The boy deftly used the Force to unlock the door, then entered, closing the glass portal just as a glowing tendril appeared over the edge of the balcony railing.

Jacen spun around, hand reaching for his lightsaber when he detected someone using the Force inside the habitation. When no one attacked, Jacen relaxed a little, pulling his hand away from his weapon, walking tentatively deeper into the living room.

A gentle moan came from a short hallway to the left. Jacen walked softly to the hall, tiptoeing as he drew closer to the noise.

Jacen peeked into a bedroom to discover a young girl lying on her bed, legs splayed apart, hips jerking as she poked herself with a rod-like device. Jacen immediately identified the rod as an Instrument, a device that used the Force to stimulate girls' pussies.

"Who's there?" panted the girl, her left hand still clasped around the Instrument's throbbing shaft.

"I'm sorry, I was just leaving," apologized Jacen, hastily backing out of the room.

"Wait! Stay! Please," sighed the girl, her small tits shuddering from her erotic struggling.

"Why?"

"I...I want someone to witness my Rite of Passage," moaned the naked girl, her crotch shivering as an orgasm overcame her.

"I should really go," protested Jacen, his eyes sliding over the girl's gleaming white thighs and taut belly.

"Please, stay with me," pleaded the girl, her lips trembling.

Jacen walked across the bedroom, sitting on the bed's edge while the young girl smiled, her hips pumping up against the Instrument that nestled inside her tender cunt.

"What's your name?" inquired Jacen, brushing lank strands of red hair away from the prone girl's face.

"Fern," panted the girl, her eyes clouded with lust.

"You're very beautiful, Fern. How many petals do you have left?"

"I don't know, can you check?" moaned Fern, licking her lips.

Jacen bent down, gazing between Fern's open legs, examining the Instrument as it plunged back and forth inside the young girl's wet cunt. Two petals along the sides of the Instrument had blossomed, rubbing against Fern's glistening labia. Three closed petals remained, if all of them uncoiled, Fern would fail her Rite of Passage and would not be able to train as a warrior.

"You're doing fine," encouraged Jacen, sitting up so he could look Fern in the eyes.

"Hold my hand, please," requested the sweating girl.

Jacen wrapped the fingers of his right hand around Fern's left. He loaned the girl his strength, linking his mind with hers so she could focus on something besides her aching pussy.

Tenel Ka and Marpe leaned against each other, grinding their pussies together, their naked bodies covered with musky sweat. Tenel Ka nibbled on Marpe's throat, the raven-haired woman throwing her head back, groaning loudly while yet another orgasm tore through her vagina.

"Enough! I yield!" gasped Marpe.

Tenel Ka let Marpe flop back onto the mat, the girl's body shaking with exhaustion, her breasts pumping like overworked bellows.

"Jacen...is...mine!" declared Tenel.

"So be it," acknowledged Marpe with a weak wave of her right hand.

Tenel Ka pushed herself onto her feet, staggering as she walked to her discarded armor. The lovely girl groaned when she bent down to pick up her belongings. Stumbling from side to side, Tenel Ka left the feast hall, hoping she could reach her bed before she collapsed.

"That's it! Suck my pussy!" screamed Anja, leaning over the right arm of the couch, her ass up in the air as Ceara devoured her hot cunt. The naked Witch caressed the back of Anja's thighs while she licked up and down the young woman's slit, her face dripping with the juices of Anja's last orgasm. Anja panted, her long dark hair falling over her face, her tits squashed against the couch arm, her pussy melting inside Ceara's wanton mouth. The spice in Anja's body magnified her senses several times, she could feel every drop of honey as it slipped out of her quivering cunt and down her hot, trembling legs. Ceara slurped deeply on Anja's snatch, rubbing her cheeks over the young woman's sticky cunt lips. The Witch slid her tongue up into Anja's vagina, caressing the slick, writhing folds of musky flesh. Anja shoved her left arm over her belly to her clit, rubbing it gently, making it engorge with blood, which sent spikes of ecstasy into Anja's already smoldering sex.

"Don't stop!" moaned Anja, pumping her crotch onto Ceara's mouth.

Jacen licked his dry lips, Fern's warm hand squeezing his. The young Jedi repositioned himself on the edge of the bed, attempting to ignore how stiff his cock was, how desirable Fern appeared on her bed, naked, gleaming with sweat, flush with sensuality.

"I can feel how aroused you are," murmured Fern, looking up at Jacen with her sex-glazed eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm trying to strengthen you, but your feelings are so strong," panted Jacen.

"Let me help you."

"How?"

"Let me suck your cock."

"Won't that weaken you?"

"I'll be okay," smiled Fern.

Jacen reluctantly unzipped his pants, positioning his crotch near Fern's head so she could reach his stiff member.

Fern licked the underside of Jacen's prick, caressing the quivering pole with her young, soft lips. She wrapped her mouth around the aching cock head, sucking deeply, her cheeks tightening. Jacen groaned in bliss, closing his eyes, stroking Fern's wet red hair while she sucked his shaft deep into her throat. The boy humped Fern's face, driving his cock deeper, the girl's lips coating his member in warm drool. Jacen moved his left hand from Fern's hair to her chest, pinching her tiny nipples, sliding his palm over the young girl's slick, warm stomach. The Instrument thrusting into Fern's tight cunt moved faster, slowing when the girl moaned around Jacen's cock, one more petal opening to caress her little pussy.

"We have to stop," gasped Jacen, his prick shuddering inside Fern's hot mouth, her tongue sliding over his pulsing cock veins.

Fern moaned in denial, sucking harder on Jacen's cock, gazing up into his eyes while she fondled the engorged head with her full, pink lips.

Jacen jerked his hips, his penis quaking as he shot an unending stream of cum into Fern's mouth. The girl swallowed quickly, gulping every drop of semen that flowed from the Jedi boy's pole.

Jacen withdrew his sore cock from Fern's mouth. She moaned weakly, licking a few lingering drops of milk from her lips.

"I can't stop," whispered Fern before she grimaced, her whole body convulsing.

"Oh, no," breathed Jacen, his eyes moving to Fern's crotch.

Fern seized the disheveled sheets beneath her, arching her back and screaming at the top of her lungs.

Jacen grabbed hold of Fern's left hand, squeezing it tightly as the girl orgasmed, a wild, uncontrollable seizure of ecstasy.

"I'm so sorry," wept Jacen, touching Fern's left cheek with his fingers.

"Please, just hold me," sobbed Fern, wrapping her thin, shaking arms around Jacen's neck.

Buried in Fern's pussy, the Instrument grew still, all five of its petals open and pressed against the young girl's cunt.

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Jaina got up just before sunrise, bathing then eating a light breakfast of bread and fruit before shouldering her pack and leaving her quarters. The young Jedi girl passed through the quiet streets of the village, walking west along a wide mountain trail. She descended the mountain, traveling through narrow valleys and ravines, the sun warm against her back. Jaina stopped at mid-day to eat lunch, munching on a sandwich, then tying her long brown hair into a thick ponytail with a green elastic band. Sipping from her water bottle, Jaina continued her descent, barren rock giving way to stands of tall trees. The shade from the branches overhead was a welcome relief as the sun grew hotter in the afternoon. Jaina halted near a shallow stream to refill her water bottle and to wash the perspiration from her face. She hiked through the foliage, eventually emerging onto a shelf of rock that gave a magnificent view of a wide mountain valley.

The enormous wreckage of the Chu'unthor dominated the valley. The starship was half- buried in a bubbling tar pit, its hull pitted and rusted from the elements and the passage of time. Jaina examined the entire length of the ship, noticing the broken observation domes that could provide entrance to the interior. Adjusting the straps of her backpack over her shoulders, Jaina began her descent to the valley's floor and the waiting ship.

"You have failed the Rite of Passage, Fern. You cannot train to be a Witch or a warrior," pronounced Marpe from her seat in the village hall.

Fern hung her head in shame, her mother resting a consoling hand over her daughter's right shoulder.

"Can you not take into account the interference of an off-worlder?" demanded Fern's mother, pointing accusingly at Jacen.

"Jacen's interference is irrelevant, Fern is expected to be strong in all situations, her distraction by Jacen merely compounds her lack of discipline."

Fern covered her mother's hand, silencing further protests.

"I accept your judgement," said Fern softly, turning on her heel to leave.

"The coven is dismissed," declared Marpe. "Fern, stay for a moment."

The young girl and her mother waited until the Witches had all filed out, leaving them with Marpe and Jacen.

"Know that what I am about to offer is extremely rare, but I sense that the Force is strong in you, young Fern, you will make a very powerful Witch with proper training and experience. If you accept the quest I offer, you will be allowed to train as a warrior and a Witch."

"What is the quest?" asked Fern, her eyes bright with anticipation.

"Several girls have disappeared from a village to the east. The Witches charged to guard the settlement cannot find whatever or whoever is abducting these young women. You will travel to this village and discover what has happened to the missing girls. If you find the culprit, you will deal with it."

"I accept this task, Mistress," replied Fern confidently.

"Then take my lightsaber for protection," said Marpe, handing over the silver rod of her weapon to the young girl.

"You honor me," acknowledged Fern, bowing deeply.

"May the Force be with you," smiled Marpe.

"Good luck, Fern," wished the girl's mother, hugging her tightly.

"I'll be back soon," promised Fern, returning her mother's embrace, then shouldering her satchel over her left shoulder. Fern's mother watched her child leave the house and disappear down the street towards the east.

Fern had just left the outskirts of the village when Jacen appeared from behind a nearby rock.

"Hi, Fern," smiled Jacen uncomfortably, falling in next to the girl.

"You shouldn't be here, Jacen, this quest is for me alone."

"I...I wanted to help," offered Jacen quickly. "I want to make up for what I did last night."

"It was my fault as much as yours, Jacen," replied Fern, her eyes focused on the ground before her moving feet. "Don't feel so guilty."

"I can't help it. Please let me come with you," begged Jacen, gazing earnestly at Fern.

Fern stopped, then turned to look up at Jacen's anguished face.

"Alright, but you do what I say, okay?"

"You got it!" grinned Jacen.

Fern smiled, turning back to the trail, resuming her trek to the beleaguered village.

Anja awoke with a pounding headache. She sat up on the couch, rubbing her throbbing right temple, a foul taste in her mouth. The young woman stood up, scratching her belly, stumbling to the bathroom to wash and relieve herself. After dressing, Anja checked Ceara's bedroom, where the beautiful Witch lay curled in a fetal ball.

Anja sat gently on the edge of the bed, softly shaking Ceara's left shoulder.

"Hey! Are you alright?"

Ceara moaned, slowly opening her bleary eyes.

"Spice, I need some more," groaned the Witch weakly.

"I don't carry much with me," replied Anja evasively.

"Please," begged Ceara, reaching out with a trembling left hand to grab hold of Anja's right wrist.

Anja sighed. "Okay, let me go back to the Rock Dragon. I can give you some of the supply that I have there."

"Thank you," mumbled Ceara, folding back upon herself, shivering beneath her sweat- soaked blanket.

Tenel Ka purred, stretching out her long, slim legs, extending her narrow arms over her head while she arched her back. Blinking, Tenel Ka gazed at the warm morning sunlight that poured in through the room's window.

A servant boy entered the bedroom, placing clean towels on a chair near the door.

"Would you like breakfast, my lady?" inquired the handsome boy politely.

"Yes," replied Tenel Ka. "Where are my friends?"

"Master Jacen left soon after a meeting of the Witches' Coven. Mistress Jaina left after breakfast to begin her hike to the starship ruin..."

"Jaina left? Get me my armor! Now!"

"At once, Mistress," bowed the boy before he moved quickly to comply.

Jaina struggled up the jagged metal slope, searching for secure hand and footholds. She reached up as high as her arms could go, scrabbling for the edge of an opening. Jaina pulled herself into the open observation port, jumping lightly to the tilted deck below. She half-slid to an open hatchway, entering a long, tall, arched passageway. Jaina rummaged in her backpack, taking out a palm light and switching it on. She played the bright beam around the passage interior, carefully descending into the ship's bowels.

The sun was beginning to set when Fern and Jacen entered the mouth of an enormous valley.

"How far to the village?" asked Jacen, breathing heavily.

"We should reach it by mid-day tomorrow," answered Fern, gazing down the length of the valley with narrowed eyes.

"Can we set up camp?"

"There's a small stand of trees over there," pointed Fern, leading the way to the grove.

While Jacen built a fire and began supper, Fern took their water bottles to a small, nearby waterfall that cascaded down the side of a mountain. The girl washed her face, neck, and hands, the water cool against her skin. When Fern returned to the campsite, Jacen had a pot of stew bubbling along with bread sticks and fruit. The companions ate quietly, and when they were done, Jacen offered to take the dishes to the falls to wash them.

Fern sat with legs folded in front of her, eyes watching the flames of the campfire dance. Jacen returned, packed away the cooking gear, then sat across the fire from Fern, not meeting her eyes.

"You still blame yourself for my failure," murmured Fern.

"I can't help it. I invaded your home. I distracted you when you needed to focus on fighting your body's carnal urges. If someone had prevented me from becoming a Jedi, I don't think I could ever forgive them."

"I forgive you, Jacen," smiled Fern, rising from the ground to cross around the fire and sit next to Jacen. "It's okay."

"I'm so sorry," moaned Jacen, pressing his mouth against Fern's gleaming red hair.

"Shhh," whispered Fern, taking Jacen's hands into hers, dipping her head so she could look into Jacen's eyes. She smiled at him, then kissed him tenderly. She crawled over him, sitting on his lap, tugging off her pale tunic.

"We shouldn't…" protested Jacen.

"Didn't you promise to do what I said?" grinned Fern mischievously. "Now be quiet and make love to me."

Fern lowered her body over Jacen's, kissing him hotly, running her fingers through his wild brown hair. Jacen slid his hands down Fern's bare back, grasping her small buttocks and squeezing. Fern moaned with pleasure, licking Jacen's lips, probing his slack mouth with her agile tongue. She sat up, removing Jacen's shirt, rubbing her pussy over the boy's crotch. Jacen pushed his hand into Fern's pants, caressing her warm cunt. The girl groaned softly, closing her eyes, reaching underneath her legs to squeeze Jacen's stiffening cock. The lovers removed their breeches clumsily, laughing at each other's antics. Fern covered Jacen's stomach with her silky red hair, her mouth closing around his erect penis. She started sucking deeply on it, her cheeks taut, her lips stroking the pulsing sides. Jacen groaned, his member aching dully, Fern's tongue caressing up and down its length. Fern gave Jacen's shaft one last long lick up to the head, then she straddled him, lowering her cunt onto his upthrust pole. Fern moaned as her pussy sucked in Jacen's cock, the spear of meat ramming up into her belly. With thighs around Jacen's hips, Fern began pumping her crotch back and forth, forcing the boy's tool deep into her tightening vagina. Jacen covered Fern's small breasts with his palms, massaging the soft orbs, pinching her stiff nipples between his fingers.

Girl and boy writhed together until the fire began to die. Fern shouted, arching her back, her tits shuddering as she climaxed atop Jacen. The young Jedi gritted his teeth, thrusting up into Fern, then releasing his cream within her young womb. Fern stretched out over Jacen, her arms crossed above his head, her lips descending onto his. Entwined together, Fern and Jacen fell into a peaceful, sated sleep.

Ceara snatched the roll of spice from Anja's hand, stuffing it into her mouth. The Witch collapsed back onto her disheveled bed, limbs outstretched, moaning as the drug's effects washed over her. Anja sat on the bed, debating on taking a dose herself, then rejecting the idea and replacing the storage case in her belt pouch.

"That's so much better," groaned Ceara happily, her eyes glazing dreamily.

"I left you enough for a few days, and the comm line of one of my suppliers. He'll keep you happy as long as you pay him," said Anja, rising from the bed.

"But I didn't thank you," purred Ceara, kneeling up, her body drenched in musky sweat as she shivered from the spice's quickening.

"That's okay," demurred Anja, ashamed that she had unwittingly addicted the lovely Witch to spice.

"I insist," said Ceara, wrapping her arms tightly around Anja's neck, crushing the young woman's lips in a frenzied embrace. Anja pushed against the naked woman, but Ceara was too strong, her strength increased by the spice in her system. Ceara hurled Anja onto the bed, sitting over her, jerking off the prone woman's tunic. The Witch held Anja's wrists against the bed, kissing wantonly, nibbling on Anja's tits. Anja struggled to get out beneath Ceara, but the Witch pinned her down, a hand wandering to Anja's crotch, fondling her pussy over the fabric of her tight pants.

Jaina ducked into a nearby side passage when she heard voices approaching from deeper within the main hallway.

"I told you this expedition was a waste of time!" spat a tall, dark-haired woman in tight black leather.

"Yes, several times," growled the ranting woman's companion, another young woman with short, spiky blonde locks.

As the two black-garbed women passed by Jaina's hiding place, the blonde jerked to a stop, her face searching.

"Do you feel that?"

"What?" snapped the brunette waspishly.

"Someone's here," smiled the blonde, narrowing her eyes, summoning a Force Wind to blast down Jaina's passage.

Jaina yelped, knocked off her feet, sent hurling end over end down the dark hallway.

Both women activated lightsabers, both beams blood-red.

"I'll get her," grinned the blonde, striding confidently down the hallway towards Jaina.

Jaina struggled to her feet, unhooking her own lightsaber, activating the violet laser blade with a familiar snap-hiss.

The two young women slashed at each other, Jaina parrying a vicious cut, then countering with a stab. The blonde woman hopped out of range, replying with a series of slices and jabs from her blade. Jaina's foe slashed at her ankles, forcing the girl to jump. When Jaina was in the air, the woman performed a lightning swift spin kick, ramming the sole of her boot into Jaina's belly. Jaina groaned, the air knocked out of her, as she crumpled to the deck, her lightsaber rolling out of her hand. The blonde woman opened her left hand, and Jaina's deactivated lightsaber flew into the palm.

"So, a Jedi," smiled the blonde woman, gazing down at Jaina while the girl hacked for breath, clutching her sides.

"Kill her and be done with it," growled the brunette, raising her humming lightsaber to do the deed herself.

"No. I have something better in mind," replied the blonde, baring her teeth wolfishly.

Fern and Jacen walked as quietly as they could through the forest growth, senses open for any sign of the predator that called these woods his home.

"I can't detect anything," murmured Jacen with a shake of his head.

"Neither can I," replied Fern. "I hate to say it, but I think we should separate."

"It's more dangerous that way," pointed out Jacen.

"Yes, but we have a better chance of finding our prey if we cover more ground."

"Alright, you're the boss," smiled Jacen, giving Fern a brief kiss before disappearing into the thick green bushes.

Fern held Marpe's lightsaber tightly in her small right hand, mind open to disturbances in the Force as she took a separate course through the trees, hoping she found the kidnapper before he found her.

The young girl searched the forest all day, finally reaching the southern edge of the valley as the sun set to the west. Hands on hips, Fern gazed up the slope of a massive mountain, frowning when she saw a cave opening about a dozen feet above where she stood. Fern climbed the sharp slope, fingers questing for small ledges to support her thin frame. She reached the mouth of the cave, a strong stench assaulting her nostrils as she crouched before the entrance. Fern grabbed her lightsaber, snapping it on, brandishing it in front of her as she advanced into the cave. Bones and bits of clothing littered the ground, the stench becoming stronger with every step. Fern entered a large, roughly circular cavern, the air hot and humid as the girl gazed around. Fern covered her open mouth with her left hand, fighting to keep from vomiting at the obscene scene before her.

Six young girls hung from glistening strands of webbing. The girls were naked, their stomachs distended and bloated. Each prisoner drooled freely, and stinking, green goo fell from their bruised young cunts.

Fern tore her eyes away from the horror in front of her when she heard a soft hiss echo within the cavern. She raised her lightsaber, the weapon radiating a harsh, blue glow that barely illuminated the chamber.

A fat, tentacled creature silently descended from the ceiling on a thin, slime-covered wire. It landed behind Fern while she hesitantly approached the bound girls. The alien hissed again, louder, before it spat a glob of black slime at Fern's back. The girl fell forward, slamming onto her elbows and knees. Fern groaned, fighting to stand up, then gasping when all strength left her limbs. She fell onto her belly, the black slime on her back numbing every surface that it touched. The humming blue lightsaber fell out of Fern's limp hand, snapping off with lethal finality.

Surrounded in blinding darkness, Fern felt oozing tentacles wrap around her body, lifting her into the air and carrying her to one of the cavern walls. A weak acid was sprayed over Fern's paralyzed body, the liquid eating away her clothing but leaving her skin unharmed. Fern heard more hacking, vomiting sounds while something splashed against the cave wall. The naked girl was raised up, pressed against the rock as streams of sticky web dripped over her body, trapping her just like the other prisoners. Fern screamed for help, shouting at the top of her lungs until the alien gagged her mouth with a glob of foul smelling ichor. Fern's legs were spread apart, and something round and cold was pressed against the mouth of her pussy. Fern groaned into her sticky gag, her eyes widening as the clammy probe was inserted into her cunt. The bound girl could no longer feel the lower portion of her body, everything below her waist was consumed by numbness while the phallic probe in her vagina slipped into her womb, depositing its obscene seed into the helpless girl's belly.

The probe was removed, and Fern was left alone, hanging from the wall by unbreakable strands of glistening webbing, something growing inside her ripe body.

Jaina screamed into the leather gag fastened around her face, her bound wrists shaking against the bark of the tree she was tied to while the blonde Nightsister lashed her bare back with a hissing shock whip. The Nightsister hummed with excitement, snapping the glowing lash over Jaina's young ass, leaving a throbbing red welt over one buttock.

"Make the little bitch squeal!" laughed the brunette Nightsister, sitting by the campfire and drinking deeply from a dark bottle of wine.

"With pleasure," panted the blonde, lashing Jaina again and again, making the naked girl weep from the searing agony.

"Is the elixir ready?" asked the blonde woman after she had covered Jaina's back, ass, and thighs with red stripes.

"Just about," sighed the brunette, placing the open mouth of a vial below her pussy, waiting while a thin stream of honey flowed out of her cunt into the container.

The naked Nightsister swirled the vial's contents, approaching Jaina's bound body.

"Drink," ordered the raven beauty, tearing away Jaina's gag and pouring the vial's contents down the girl's throat. The Nightsister forced Jaina's mouth shut, stroking her throat until Jaina reflexively swallowed. Jaina made a disgusted face while the brunette untied her from the tree. Jaina whimpered softly, falling to the grass, her right hand clutching her shuddering belly.

"The pain will fade in a moment," advised the blonde, removing her own dark leathers, grasping the half-empty wine bottle and gulping down the strong liquor.

Jaina's eyes widened. She reached down with both hands, pressing down on her soft pussy as it shivered with excitement.

"No," moaned Jaina, her face breaking into a sweat, her small breasts pumping with each sharp gasp.

The brunette Nightsister took Jaina's wrists and dragged her over to the campfire. She sat the naked girl on her lap, her left thigh between Jaina's slim legs while she fondled the feverish girl's tits.

"Stop," gasped Jaina, leaning back against the brunette, her body smoldering with unwanted hunger.

"Your body says otherwise," purred the Nightsister into Jaina's ear, reaching down with her right hand to scratch the moaning girl's narrow cunt.

Jaina groaned, juices pouring from her slit, her mouth slack and drooling.

The blonde Nightsister leaned forward, tilting the wine bottle, pouring thick, rich, red wine over Jaina's young breasts. The woman fastened her mouth over Jaina's right tit, sucking ravenously, devouring the young girl's wine-soaked flesh.

The brunette rubbed Jaina's labia folds with two fingers, making the girl shiver with ecstasy. The Nightsister slid her fingers up and down Jaina's little cunt, juices squirting uncontrollably from the hot girl's sex. The fingers dipped into Jaina's cunny, slipping to the knuckles inside Jaina's melting vagina.

Jaina arched her back, screaming with wild abandon, her hips jerking as she orgasmed again and again with no sign of stopping.

The blonde Nightsister stopped Jaina's screams by kissing the girl, relishing the taste of Jaina's tender lips, exploring the girl's mouth with a lewd tongue.

The brunette moved her dripping fingers from Jaina's pussy to her asshole. She tickled Jaina's tiny anus before pushing one slick finger into the girl's rectum. Jaina's eyes widened, her asshole clenching around the finger wiggling inside her ass.

The blonde Nightsister lowered her mouth to Jaina's cunt. She sucked deeply on Jaina's clit, slurping loudly on the engorged knob of flesh.

Jaina bent her left arm behind her, holding onto the brunette's neck while her body quivered with spasms, honey covering her inner thighs as she orgasmed again, her cunt writhing from the touch of the Nightsister's warm lips.

"You've passed your initiation, child," whispered the blonde Nightsister, pressing the moist mouth of the wine bottle against Jaina's lips.

Jaina stroked the cool side of the bottle as she eagerly drank the last vestiges of wine that poured from the container's opening.

"Foul bitches!" howled Tenel Ka as she charged out of the trees, lightsaber flashing above her.

"Do we take her?" demanded the brunette, lightsaber leaping into her hand.

"No, we leave for now," replied the blonde, grasping Jaina's chin tightly with one hand.

"When you want to find us, you will know the way, lovely apprentice," whispered the Nightsister over Jaina's quivering lips before kissing the girl passionately. Jaina moaned softly, giving herself to the Nightsister, her lips yielding within the woman's mouth.

"Time to go," warned the brunette, barely keeping an angry Tenel Ka away with her hissing lightsaber.

The blonde Nightsister parted from Jaina, calling her own lightsaber to her hand, then leading the retreat into the concealing shadows of the forest.

The howling screams awoke Fern from her heavy, mind-fogged sleep. She blinked her eyes slowly, her naked body trembling when she made out the vague outline of one of the young girls held on the opposite side of the cave.

The girl screamed again, a desperate, despair-filled cry. She writhed in her slimy bonds, her bulbous belly wriggling and churning. There was a loud popping noise, then the sound of liquid bursting free. An indescribable reek filled the air: pus, blood, and vaginal fluid all mixed together. Fern vomited everything in her stomach, the taste of bile lingering in her mouth.

A small, baby version of the alien slid wetly out of the dead girl's open belly. It flopped to the ground, splashing slime and blood everywhere.

Another girl started screaming, then another. There were more explosions of flesh and goo, as two, then three newborn aliens fell to the floor next to their oldest sibling. The remaining girls soon quivered and gave birth to their obscene spawn, until only Fern was left dangling up on the cave wall.

The parent alien released the dead girls from their bondage so their cold flesh could feed the starving young.

Fern closed her eyes, unable to watch as tender young flesh was ripped to pieces and eagerly devoured.

"Fern!" exclaimed Jacen, his green lightsaber shining like a beacon in his hands.

"Jacen," croaked Fern, her throat raw from screaming and vomiting, vestiges of dissolved slime gleaming around her mouth.

Jacen raced into the cave, lightsaber held firmly in both hands over his right shoulder. He hacked at the newborn aliens, ripping them open like fat bags of grain. The parent alien screeched in distress, scrabbling towards the young Jedi on long, stick-like legs. Jacen dodged a glob of stinking slime, then ducked to the side to lay open the alien's bloated stomach with his lightsaber. Reeking intestines and organs flopped onto the ground, the air filled with the stinking smoke rising from the pile of gooey meat. The alien trembled, then fell heavily, its stick limbs twitching as death claimed it.

Jacen cut Fern free of her webbed bonds, holding her shivering, naked body against his chest.

"It...put something...inside me," chattered Fern, her skin ice cold.

"I'll get you back to the village! Hang on!" said Jacen, kissing Fern's slime-covered hair before running out of the cave with her body clutched tightly in his arms.

Fern opened her eyes, to find herself lying in a warm bed covered with soft, clean sheets.

"Hey," smiled Jacen, brushing the girl's red hair with the palm of his left hand.

"Hey, yourself," smiled Fern weakly. "Kiss me."

Jacen glanced to his right, blushing deeply before he bent down to kiss Fern tenderly on the mouth.

"Fern," announced Marpe from the far wall.

Fern broke away quickly, her skin burning, her eyes wide with surprise and embarrassment.

Fern's mother laughed in matching embarrassment, Marpe smiling in understanding.

"I just wanted to take a moment to let you know how proud I am of you," said Marpe, moving to Fern's left. "You will be allowed to train as a Witch."

"Thank you," smiled Fern, tears gathering below her eyes.

Marpe reached down to squeeze Fern's small left hand before she motioned for Fern's mother to accompany her out of the healing room.

"Did they get that...thing out of me?" whispered Fern in a small, frightened voice.

"Yes," nodded Jacen. "Marpe herself used the Force to purge the creature out of you. I've never seen anything like it."

"Is it...dead?"

"Yes."

"Good."

Jacen sat on the edge of Fern's bed, holding her right hand, searching for the right words.

"You have to leave, don't you?" guessed Fern.

"Yes," sighed Jacen, looking sorrowfully into Fern's eyes.

"It's okay. Thank you for saving me, I'll never be able to repay you."

"After what I did, interfering the way I did, I consider us even," replied Jacen.

"I'll never forget you," smiled Fern, reaching up to stroke Jacen's smooth cheek.

"And I will never forget you, Fern," said Jacen, leaning forward to kiss the girl one last time.

Anja raised the exit ramp after Jacen had boarded with his gear. She walked quickly back to the cockpit, strapping herself in and running a quick series of checks on the instruments.

"The Rock Dragon is prepared for launch," reported Tenel Ka from the co-pilot's chair.

"Here we go," replied Anja, pulling back slowly on the sticks, the Rock Dragon's repulsorlifts roaring as the sleek ship rose up into the dusk-red sky. When the starship was clear of the village, Anja engaged the sub-light engines, the aft vents flaring with azure fire as the ship blasted up into space.

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