Offworld

This is the extended version of the story from ff.net. Since sex is fun, but having your account suspended for posting inappropriate works is not…

Set sometime after the events of KOTOR, after Malak is defeated and the Council is on the mend.


Chapter 1


Alba woke slowly, enjoying the luxury of being in the Temple, in her own quarters, on a day off. She and her apprentice had been posted all over the sleaziest parts of Coruscant for almost a year, mopping up the tail end of a crime lord trying to make a bid for control of the planet. Almost all of yesterday had been spent in the bathing room, first in a sonic shower, and then hours in an old-fashioned, luxurious hot bath. After Lang scrubbed every patch of her skin at least three times over, she finally felt like she was clean. Naturally, it was then her turn to return the favor.

Which she did cheerfully. Although she only got about halfway through the second scrub before her fingers turned softer, dropping the washcloth into the water, her hands running slowly over his hard shoulders, toned to even, sculpted strength due to years of training as a Jedi. Alba could feel his heart rate speed up slightly although his breathing remained steady. Her hands ran up into his hair, fingers untangling his hair, much longer than usual, and minus the usual Padawan braid. They had needed to be under disguise for most of the mission, but with slow, caressing fingers, she now redid the braid, a sort of symbol of their bond.

He leaned back against her, his eyes softly closed, a gentle smile on his lips. “I take it you feel like celebrating the success of our mission, Master?” he said, his voice low and soft, just above a whisper.

“You know me too well, Padawan,” she whispered back, her hands slipping down his neck, over his chest, sensually stroking his skin. That was the last thing either of them said for the rest of the evening. One of the rules they’d had to establish was not to make any noise above a murmur when they were spending time together, lest the entire Jedi Temple find out how they occupied their evenings.

Alba knew perfectly well that it wasn’t exactly in the Code to increase the bond between Master and Padawan beyond a feeling of parental or sibling love. But that wasn’t how she’d been taught.

Her own Master had taken her as a Padawan when she was 15, a confusing sort of age for any girl, even one raised in the Jedi temple, famous for its position of Celibacy as well as the obvious reputation of turning out Jedi. The Master who picked her had just attained his Mastery a year ago, and was young, handsome, and a strong Jedi with a specialty of enhancing physical strength and speed to levels nearly unmatched by any Jedi alive. Naturally, she was completely infatuated.

However, unlike what Masters were supposed to do, he didn’t gently dissuade her teenage crush. Instead, he tolerated it, and then a few weeks after they’d been partnered up, he kissed her for the first time. With her very human hormones fogging her brain, and her Jedi teachings making her instinctively trust her Master, Alba didn’t stand a chance. He taught her the ways of the Force excellently, of course, but included just as many lessons of his own, ones which never reached the Council’s ears.

When she’d become a Knight, then a Master herself, it was only logical that she continue her Master’s traditions. And Lang certainly never seemed to mind. It wasn’t entirely about pure enjoyment, either, not that either of them was going to ignore that benefit. But they enjoyed a bond stronger than any Master and Padawan in the entire Temple, and when needed, could even enhance or draw on each other’s strengths.

But for now, none of that mattered to Alba. All she cared about was that she was clean, and safe, and alone with her apprentice, for the first time in nearly a year. And that meant just one thing. Her hands stopped any pretense of washing and slipped around his chest, her slippery hands rubbing along his wet skin, her breasts pressing into his back. Lang sighed, a feeling of gentle warmth and contentment steeling over him.

The gentle warmth steady grew in heat as Alba explored his body further, her legs wrapping loosely over his waist, the light patch of hair above her pussy brushing against his hip. That was all it took for Lang to groan slightly, turning over to push her gently back against the sloped wall of the tub, his strong, familiar hands cupping her breasts, hyper-sensitive in the water.

She gasped, pressing forward desirously against his hands, her nipples hardening at his touch, pulling him closer to her with the Force. Not that he needed much encouragement, his body willingly pushing against hers, his face buried in her neck, wet strands of her hair mixing with his, looking like pale glistening silver on deep chocolate brown.

Alba could feel her Padawan’s cock pressing firmly against her belly, and it sent a wave of heat through her body, making her almost ache for it to be inside her. A soft moan escaped her lips, and she reached down, stroking the hard length that her body so desired. She was rewarded by a gasp from Lang, his hands tightening on her breasts.

She continued to tease him, and herself, until his hoarse whisper of, “Please, Master…” made her moan in response. Her hand guided him down to her entrance, and he pushed eagerly into her willing pussy, Alba trying hard not to come right then. It just felt so right, doing this, he felt so good inside her…

And she could feel it from his side as well, sense his deep satisfaction, she knew he enjoyed it every bit as much as she did. To his credit, Lang kept his pace slow at first, savoring it, but soon the sensation of being inside his Master, having her murmuring with delight in soft, soft words overwhealmed him, and he sped up the pace. Water splashed out of the tub, running into the drains placed for that exact reason, and by the time he bit down on her shoulder, muffling a cry as he came hard inside her, the water was a good foot lower than it had been.

Alba had already passed the stage of orgasm a while back, and the brief respite was almost welcome. Lang’s intensity, when he was fully joined to her like this, could be overbearing. A wonderful feeling, maybe, but so, so intense. He’d become a very powerful Jedi, someday, she reflected, her arms loosely wrapped around his back, holding him to her.

They actually almost made it out of the bathing room, they’d even gotten almost dry before Lang offered to dry her back for her. Smiling, she turned around, feeling a soft, fluffy towel rubbing over her back. Closing her eyes, she sighed happily, until she realized that Lang’s hands weren’t actually in the towel, his hands were occupied with roaming over her waist and down over her hips. Chuckling, she turned to him. “Aren’t you tired enough to need a couple minutes?”

Lang grinned down at her, his hands running down over her rear, gently squeezing her cheeks. “I can’t think of a better way to spend the next couple of minutes, Master…” She had to admit he had a point, especially when his fingers started to slip more between her legs, aiming for more sensitive places than her thighs.

“You are going to just utterly destroy me one of these days…” Alba moaned, her legs spreading slightly apart for his hand, her arms laying over his shoulders to hold herself up. “Which would be the best way to go…”

She could sense his amusement as his talented fingers slipped around her leg, brushing over her clit, lightly at first, then increasing his pressure as Alba shuddered, pressing wantonly against him. Now that they were out of the tub, he could feel her own wetness starting to coat his fingers, the intoxicating smell of her arousal stirring his limp member back to life.

He slipped two fingers up inside her, then a third when she demanded it, angling up and towards him to catch her at just the right angle. She gasped and came, her pussy squeezing around his fingers, her wetness running down his hand. He lifted his hand, licking off her juices slowly, then leaned down to kiss her, his now hard cock pressing against her again.

Alba moaned into his mouth, filled with the unique, arousing taste of her own pussy. She lifted one leg up, over his hip, then the other one, the Force balancing and strengthening them, keeping either one of them from falling over. With a soft groan, Lang pressed up into her body, his hands squeezing her ass.

She gasped, and slowly started to work herself up and down on him, loving the feeling of his hard cock, dripping with her wetness, slipping in and out of her. A fleeting thought crossed her mind that she was glad the Temple hadn’t built cheaply. Anything less than a high-quality wall would be shaking for hundreds of metres in every direction under the stress they were putting it to. By the time Lang finally came again and gently slid her back to the ground, Alba was sure she’d have bruises on her hips from grinding against the wall for so long. And it was worth every bit of soreness.

They had a short break to eat, and Alba had said they really ought to get some sleep. Naturally, they didn’t do very much in the way of sleeping until dawn had nearly broken, and Alba had fallen asleep curled up against Lang, his arm gently draped over her.

That was the position she woke up to, feeling warm and safe, and luxuriously clean. Smiling, she stretched slightly, feeling her back rub against his bare chest. Lang didn’t quite wake, although his arm tightened slightly around her body. The contact sent a little thrill through her body, as if they hadn’t spent the entire previous evening bending the Code in deliciously intense ways.

Slowly, she slipped her hand down behind her back, running along his stomach. She could feel he was already pressing into the small of her back, apparently even last night wasn’t enough to keep him from his morning hardness. With a smile on her face, she slowly wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroking gently.

Lang stayed completely asleep, a fact which amused and pleased Alba, she felt like playing. She slowly teased his length, rolling over to face him, wondering how long she could do this before he’d wake up.

In fact, it was several minutes until Lang woke up, and even then he was drowsy until he realized it really was his Master working on him, not just a pleasant dream. Alba smiled briefly before dropping her head down onto him, swallowing almost his whole cock in one go, another bob bringing her lips to the base of it. Lang groaned softly, his head dropping back onto the pillows, his hands running through her hair, pulling slightly. She smiled inwardly, as her mouth was otherwise occupied, her fingers lightly massaging his balls, and sucked hard, coaxing him to come. He did, shooting his semen into her mouth, down her throat, and she pulled back with a very satisfied feeling.

“Good morning,” Alba said, propping herself up on her elbows and looking up at him, licking her lips slightly.

“Good morning indeed,” he echoed, looking down at her slightly dazed. “Didn’t you get your fill last night, Master?”

“Well… I woke up to find that pressing into my back… it seemed rude to just ignore it,” she chuckled. Now, she pushed up onto her hands and knees, luxuriating in a full, long stretch, like a cat after a long sleep. She crawled up towards him, curling up beside him. “I am thoroughly hoping now that we can just stay here for the next several weeks and not do anything…”

“Master, what are the chances the Council will actually let us get away with that?” Lang laughed, rolling towards her and pulling her possessively against him. He nuzzled the back of her neck, inhaling the familiar, slightly sweet scent of her hair. It was white, and had been from before she entered the temple as a toddler. White or not, her hair was soft and thick, hanging much longer now than usual. They’d played a pair of assassins, and she’d had a side job seducing the more stubborn men. With her exotic white hair and vivid blue eyes, combined with the perfectly formed body that was the product of intense lifelong training, that hadn’t been difficult.

Now, of course, Lang was thoroughly happy to have his Master completely back to himself again. She’d never gone far with her ‘clients’, but it had still disturbed him. His arms tightened while he was thinking about it, until Alba laughed and slapped lightly at his hands. “Quit that! I’m not going anywhere!”

“Mmm, I know,” he murmured against her neck. “I’m just happy things are back to the way they should be.”

“Me too,” she agreed. “But we work to well together for them to leave us here for long…”

As if on cue, the terminal on Alba’s desk bleeped softly, indicating a message from the Council was there for her to read at her earliest convenience. She groaned. “Well, at least they aren’t sending someone down here to drag us out of bed personally…”

“They might as well be,” Lang grumped. “Because now you’re going to want to answer that…”

“Too right…” she chuckled. She pulled out from under his arm, but before she got out of bed, leaned over him and bent to kiss him, lightly at first, then more deeply, her tongue gently running over his lips. Before he could pull her back into bed, or she gave into her own desires and laid back down herself, she reluctantly pulled away, getting out of bed. Grabbing a clean robe, and getting distracted for a moment by the delightful fact that it was clean, and a proper Jedi robe, she sat down at her desk, accepting the message as she pulled on the clean, soft cloth.

Sure enough, the face of one of the Council members appeared on screen, requesting that her and Apprentice Lang report to the Council Chambers once they were fully rested and had eaten. “Well, at least they gave us time to eat!” Alba chuckled.

“That just means they’re going to send us out again before we get another full meal…” Lang said darkly.

Alba laughed, tugging off the covers with the Force. “Yes, probably… although, you know that if they post us off planet this time, we’ll have lots of space travel time… all alone… without anyone to eavesdrop on us…”

“So I should get up and make sure I look presentable?” Lang said, sitting up, looking remarkably more cheerful about the prospect of another posting all the sudden. He and Alba had fucked several times on their last assignment, but it actually did more to establish their cover than it did for relieving any tension. The prospect of long, unbroken, unsupervised stretches of time together was intensely appealing.

“Definitely,” Alba said. “So go!” Lang grinned, and went quickly into his own room to change. Although most Masters shared quarters with their Apprentices, they tended to have their own separate sleeping rooms. And they certainly never shared beds, which was standard practice for Alba, and always had been. She slept better with Lang than alone anyway. And, she reflected, leaning back in her chair and lazily calling the rest of her clothing towards her so she could dress properly, a nice, long posting off planet would be quite a delightful vacation.


AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the product of an insanely enjoyable RP two friends of mine and I did, then started playing the back story too. It’s almost entirely Original Characters, although Revan and possibly Handmaiden do make an appearance.