Caustic

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The metal grip of my lightsabre was beginning to grow warm under the palm of my hands and fingers that held it fast and tight. I swung it with restrained power, and the bright blue blade collided with my Padawan’s yellow one. She was a perfectly able apprentice, but she wasn’t yet ready for a full-fledged duel.

This Padawan of mine was still quite young, seventeen, and she had been under my wing for three years. I myself was nearing the age of twenty-eight, and most of my peers said I was a powerful Jedi, though there was still so much to learn. I smiled to myself: I looked forward to these little training sessions with her, though I was with her most of the day, nearly every day. Something about engaging her, with these weapons, in this room... I enjoyed the eye contact, the thoughts of concentration and determination that emanated from her. But suddenly she lowered her blade in defeat.

“I can’t do it, Master Adai,” she said, looking at my feet like one that was disgraceful. “I can’t get the postures right.”

I stepped over to her lithe frame and tilted her chin gently upward so she could look directly into my eyes. I heard her disengage her weapon. “You’re getting better,” I said in an attempt to comfort. I felt a minuscule tremor in the Force around her, and it made my skin tingle. I took my hand from her chin and rested it on her shoulder, then removed it, and held up by weapon once again in an offensive pose. “Come. Just once more and no more training for the rest of the evening.”

“Alright,” she said softly and with a flick of her finger the blade of her lightsabre came to life and she held it up in front of her. I could not help but think to myself how endearing she looked with a fatal weapon in her soft hands. I brought my lightsabre down on her, and she successfully blocked it. I did a swift spin and with a little more fervor swung at her hip; she blocked that one as well, with much accuracy, I might add. She was not yet adept at controlling the Force while she fought, and so her shields were completely down. She radiated something new this time: fear. It was intriguing.

I spun and with a fluid movement ended up behind her, with her shoulders touching my back. Yes, she was considerably shorter than I.

“I think,” I began, my voice low. “That we are finished for today.” She didn’t see me smile as I felt the rise and fall of her shoulders as she fought to catch her breath. I turned slowly and placed both of my hands on her shoulders. Lowering my head, I brought my lips to her ear and whispered: “But I do ask that you stay here with me for a while.”

I could feel her thoughts, and replied this time into her mind: I want to show you something... don’t be scared...

With a simple movement of my fingers I deactivated her lightsabre and took it from her hand, sending it coasting in the air over to a bench on the far side of the circular room. I put my hands at her waist and gently spun her around so that we were face to face. “But..” she began, almost a whimper, but I placed my finger on her rose-petal lips to silence her.

“Many things,” I said; the words dripped from my mouth as I spoke them. “That are simply human nature are against our Code...” She looked down again, and her hand touched my sleeve. I traced the voluptuous contour of her soft lips with the pad of my finger. “Which all of us must break at least once to know why they are forbidden in the first place.” I closed my eyes and bent over, my lips gently brushing against hers. I stood straight again, letting the feeling settle into her mind, which I could feel was swimming with many emotions. I chuckled to myself as I watched her eyes flutter open, and look up at me with innocent anxiety.

I stooped and kissed her again, only this time I felt a hunger for her, and as I did so I drove her back against a column and pressed my body against hers. I felt a gasp from her as her back met with the marble. One hand went to her cheek and the other to the flesh of her waist under her shirt. The ends of my lips curled into a smirk as I noticed her small hands clutch onto my neck. Soft moans purred in her throat as I kissed her with a feral desire, my tongue feeling her bottom lip. She did not part them so I did so by a slight force.

She broke the kiss and looked away, her breath quickened and her cheeks flushed. “I don’t feel right doing this... Master...” she looked up at me with those eyes of hers. Part of me wanted to leave her to her innocence, and another part felt driven by the idea that I could take that innocence and almost hold it in my own hands. I could revel in her youth. We could revel in her youth.

“Do you trust me..?” I breathed into the nape of her neck.

“With my life,” was her soft reply.

A saucy grin crossed my face though I knew she did not see it, and I crushed her lips under mine. I held up my hand without opening my eyes or breaking the kiss, and while my other arm pulled her closer to me yet and my robes enveloped her, the sudden sound of a lock on the door seemed to catch her by surprise. Oh the wonders of the Force.

With delicate fingers I lifted the simple, tailored tunic above her head and flung it behind me. Her flesh was so soft under my worn fingertips and I couldn’t help but run the palms of my hands down her back. I undid the ties on the front of her pants and they too, were discarded. Then I did away with her brassier, and the plump roundness of her breasts astounded me. I ever so gently touched my fingertips to that creamy silken skin around the soft pink of one nipple. She gave a tender moan and threw her arms around my neck, burying her face in my robes.

I underestimated her need for emotional attachment under such circumstances, and I suddenly felt sorry for her, though that did not subdue my desire at all. I wrapped my arms around her, almost completely hiding her nearly naked form under my robes; I trailed kisses down the elegant column of her neck and she whimpered. While still shielding her from the room with one arm, my other hand slowly slipped off her last undergarment, and I flung it to the side.

I sank to the floor so that she sat on my knees, still within my embrace, and my breath hitched as her rump brushed against my growing erection. She gasped as she felt it against her skin, and again I felt her fear. She wanted to get away from me, I knew that well. But to my surprise, she huddled closer, resting her head below my neck. Was that a trickle of curiosity that I suddenly felt? I growled deep in my throat and closed my eyes as her fingers brushed willingly over the bulge in my trousers, and almost bucked when she did it again.

My skin was growing hot and I could feel hers as well when I firmly grabbed her shoulders and lowered her back to the floor, so that she lay completely nude before me. My Padawan looked away and folded her arms, and I could see the muscles in her thighs tighten in an instinctual attempt to prevent penetration. I chuckled and knelt over her, and my robes hid her from all eyes except mine again. She gasped and moaned as my mouth went to the sweet flower of her breast, and I swirled my tongue around the pink silk of her mamilla. Her delicate fingers wove through my hair with each whimper that escaped her rousingly sybaritic lips.

My arousal had become painful and I had the need to shed my clothing as well. I sat back up and looked at her with her eyes closed tightly before quickly removing my own tunic, shirt, and trousers. I stood up to remove my remaining undergarment that hid my manhood. I sighed as I relieved myself of the constricting fabric and looked down at my Padawan again, whose eyes were fixed at a certain point below my torso. She feared me; I could feel it. I smiled and before she could get up I was kneeling on top of her again, kissing away at her silken flesh. My arousal was nestled in the valley that her locked thighs formed, nearly touching the precious nether-regions of her maiden entrance.

I suddenly worked my arms under her and gently brought her back up to me as I sat down again on my knees. She straddled me, though not completely willing, and was careful not to get too near my erection. I understood that she feared it in a sense. I embraced her again, crushing her chest against mine, amazed at how her breasts felt against my flaming skin. I gasped as my manhood was crushed between us.

I needed her. Now.

This primal feeling must have been so strong that even she knew what I planned next.

“Please... don’t hurt me, Adai...” my Padawan mewled. Oh how I wanted to ravage her, but I would be kind for her sake.

I said nothing, only set her back down on the floor again, and I climbed on top of her small form, and sent her a single thought: I already have.

With that I slowly drove into her, restraining myself as much as I could, not stopping until I had filled her. A small tear fell down her cheek and I could feel her discomfort. I kissed the tear away.

When I was as far and deep as I could go on that first entry, I stopped to feel the fantastic warmth that surrounded me. I could feel her pulse and my own as my manhood throbbed in her maidenhood. I slowly unsheathed myself, a wetness covering me.

My Padawan rested her hands on my shoulders for support. She began to say my name, but I silenced her with a gentle kiss as I drove into her again, stealing away her breath and innocence. With each patient thrust a little cry escaped her lips and I kissed her. But it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep such a tender pace, and I could not help but quicken and grow more hungry for the fiery waves of pleasure that bathed me with every re-entry.

I rammed into her again and again and our cries of pleasure and pain filled the air of the room; sometimes I heard her strain to say something. Perhaps it was a request for mercy, or all she wanted was for me to show her compassion.

After an eternity I felt myself draw near to release. With one last powerful thrust into her, my back stiffened and a primal feeling of completion overcame me as liquid heat tore out and into her body.

Exhaustion. I panted and caught my breath, as I looked down at her, slowly, from where we were still joined to the crown of her head. Both of us were covered in a thin sheet of sweat. Her lips were just barely parted, and tears had sprung from her eyes as they looked up at me in pain and question. Her mind and posture screamed “why?”.

I picked her up again and held her close, grabbing my robes to enshroud us once again from the suddenly cool air. I wanted to embrace her; to feel me around her and her still around me. Slowly, her arms felt around my back and she returned the gesture.

Sadness, I felt. Betrayal.

Her petite frame was suddenly wracked with silent sobs and she buried her face in my chest, the tears running down my stomach. I pulled myself out from her and sat her on my knees as we held the embrace.

“I am so sorry, Mana.. I am so sorry...”