The Wellspring

"The Wellspring"
by Kooriv

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Jaina Solo somersaulted over the splayed head of the ASP-19, whose rusty servomotors groaned in protest as the battle droid attempted to raise its lightsaber. The yellow blade missed Jaina by several inches, giving the brown-haired girl time to duck under the clumsy swing and perform an expert cho mok, severing the automaton’s blocky legs at the joint. The droid fell, and Jaina caught it on the upswing, bifurcating the thin durasteel shell from torso to head. The smoking pieces clanged to the flagstones, weeping plasma.

The Jedi girl deactivated her lightsaber, breathing hard. She wiped the sweat from her clammy forehead, and tried to unstick her damp vest from her body. During her training, Jaina had been instructed in Jedi meditation techniques, enabling her to regulate her heartbeat and calm her body during times of exertion. Though her brother tended to maintain the practice, Jaina liked to feel her blood pumping in combat. It was, she considered, likely another trait inherited from her father.

She scooped her messy brown hair back from her face, and began the long walk back to the Temple. The training grounds were a myriad of criss-crossing hexagons, connected by tunnels and walkways, and it was not unknown for students to get lost inside the stone-walled maze. Jaina had never been so foolish, but liked to take her time in returning to her uncle’s Praxeum. She had graduated almost nine months ago, but continued to make use of the facilities on Yavin Four, having returned for two months from a vacation with her family.

Shoving her hands into the pockets of her baggy flight-pants, Jaina ambled through tufts of wild grass, stepping over the stones pock-marking the grounds like ancient ruins. Jaina idly wondered if the legendary Massassi who had been coerced into constructing the Great Temples of Yavin Four had built this place, too. She imagined she could smell old, alien blood drying on the huge flagstones, and the metallic clashes of battle resounded in her ears. She grinned.

Entering another of the connecting passages, Jaina sensed a presence approaching from the adjoining section. She paused as the heavy, slate-colored door raised upwards, and watched a dark-haired man stop short in front of her.

‘What are you doing here?’ he asked, a deep frown creasing his puckish features. He had dark eyes and mussed, spiky hair, and looked to be around his mid-twenties; a good eight or nine years older than Jaina herself.

‘What am I doing in the training grounds?’ Jaina asked sardonically, planting a fist on her hip. ‘I can tell you’re not a Jedi Master.’

‘I’m a Jedi Knight,’ the man said proudly. ‘I have no need for the training grounds.’

Jaina shot him a challenging stare. ‘Oh yeah? Shouldn’t you be back in your chamber with a nice cup of caf, then?’

‘You’re Jaina Solo, aren’t you?’ he said, a touch of awe in his voice. Jaina noticed.

‘That’s right. I can’t say I know who you are.’

He didn’t seem to take offence to this. ‘Rosh. I’m Rosh Penin. I was apprenticed to?’

‘?To Kyle Katarn, I know,’ Jaina finished. ‘You were involved in the whole Reborn business a decade back.’ She paused, recalling the rumors that had circulated the academy. ‘You fell.’

Rosh lowered his head, his eyeline trailing somewhere around his boots. ‘Yeah,’ he said.

Jaina shucked him on the arm, and gave him a warm smile. ‘Hey, don’t worry. You came back, right? You know how Unc?how Master Skywalker is on redemption.’

He smiled, lop-sidedly, and Jaina was reminded briefly of her father’s famously crooked grin. ‘Yeah, I guess so,’ he said, sounding like the kid he must have been during his flirtation with the dark side all those years ago. He must have been an initiate at the time, Jaina mused, taking in his still-youthful appearance, and she recalled her own struggles with darkness at that age.

‘So why are you out here?’ she prompted. Rosh’s eyes seemed to regain some of their light, and his lean frame became decidedly more animated.

‘You heard the stories, right? Of how the shadowtroopers stormed the Academy? Master Katarn said they found secret entrances through the valley, down into sub-levels no one’s even seen for thousands of years. Well, I found one,’ he said, and stuck a thumb proudly against his chest.

Jaina knew she had to get back to the Academy. She knew her mother and Aunt Mara were planning a diplomatic trip to the Expansion Region, and they wanted her along. She knew she shouldn’t even be in the training grounds, much less going exploring for a secret catacomb.

She knew all of this, and yet the gleeful gleam in Rosh’s eye stirred her spirit. ‘Alright,’ she said, holding out a hand, ‘let’s go exploring.’

* * * *

The entrance had been blasted out of a sheer rock face, several miles from the Academy grounds. ‘High-end permacrete dets, looks like,’ Jaina said, inspecting the ragged gash in the cliff.

‘There’s more all around the perimeter,’ Rosh said, peeking inside the dank hole, ‘though no one’s been able to find them all. Besides, this one’s special.’

Jaina glanced up at him to find that same gleam dancing in his eyes. ‘How so?’

‘This leads directly underneath the Great Temple. This is where Master Katarn defeated the Chistori.’

Jaina whistled between her teeth. She had heard this story, too; Kyle Katarn had descended into the bowels of the Academy to confront a Dark Jedi of seemingly unlimited power. Some said there was a wellspring of the Force buried beneath the skin of the jungle moon, and it was into this that the Chistori had tapped, magnifying his powers ten-fold. And Kyle had defeated him in single combat. It was no wonder he had become the subject of so many aggrandizing rumors over the years.

She stepped through the gap in the rock, feeling the cool air of the cavern prickle her skin. She glanced over her shoulder at Rosh. ‘Coming?’

He nodded, and followed on.

The cavern led into a long and winding tunnel, carved from the rock itself, no doubt by ancient Massassi builders. Perhaps it had once been an irrigation channel, siphoning the jungle pools into a massive reservoir beneath their temple of worship. The air was stifling, and all too soon Jaina wished she had a glowrod. She felt Rosh’s presence close by, his arm occasionally brushing hers in the tight confines of the rocky corridor. It seemed to be getting tighter. ‘You been down here before?’ she asked.

‘Not this far,’ Rosh whispered. Walking a few more yards, the young Jedi found the corridor branching out into a wider chamber, from which ran three further corridors. ‘Now where?’

Jaina stretched out with her Force sense, but got no reading from any of the passageways. There was something large ahead, disrupting her senses like a mass shadow, though she had no idea how to reach it. She shrugged and made for the right-most corridor. The darkness was all-pervading, and she could barely see her own hand in front of her face?

The ground suddenly gave way, and Jaina stepped off into nothing. She cried out, twisting in midair to lunge for a safe purchase?and felt strong hands clutch her flailing arm, yanking her to a painful stop. She bashed into the rock, and scrabbled for purchase as Rosh pulled her up. She clung to the ledge and managed to wiggle herself back onto solid footing. She lay on the lip of the unforeseen gap, breathing hard.

‘You alright?’ Rosh asked, and Jaina just managed to make out his concerned face hovering inches from hers.

‘Fine,’ she said, trying to control her mad heartbeat. ‘Thanks, by the way.’

‘Don’t mention it,’ Rosh said, and helped Jaina to her feet. She dusted herself down, and inspected the corridor. She still couldn’t see the sheer drop. ‘Better not go that way,’ Rosh commented.

Jaina patted her rescuer on the arm, and returned to the central chamber. The middle passageway led to a dead-end fronted by an impenetrable mirrored wall, though the last corridor seemed more promising.

Jaina led the way, feeling a twinge of pain in her legs, where she had knocked her knees against the ledge. ‘Do you need to sit down?’ Rosh asked from behind her.

‘You’re not talking to Master Streen,’ Jaina retorted, referencing the elderly, white-bearded instructor, though she tried to hide her slight limp.

‘No,’ she heard Rosh say, ‘Streen doesn’t have a backside nearly as good as yours.’

Jaina laughed, feeling for a moment like the teenager who had so often fooled around with her classmates in the steaming pools outside the Great Temple. ‘You can’t even see it in this light.’

‘I’ve got a good imagination.’

Jaina grinned to herself, and couldn’t help putting a little extra wiggle in her hips?even though Rosh wouldn’t be able to see a thing. It made her feel good.

She passed by a severed water pipe overhead, and descended into a long, low corridor etched with alcoves at regular intervals. It looked as if they had once held mechanisms, perhaps controlling moving walls to block an intruder’s passage, but the huge stone blocks stood still and silent inside their niches.

Even so, Jaina and Rosh took it slowly, feeling their way along the corridor, hands almost linked together. She could feel the young man’s breath at her neck, and felt a shiver along her spine despite the warmth radiating from the walls?and indeed, from her own sweat-slicked body. ‘It’s hot,’ she commented.

‘There’s something ahead,’ Rosh agreed.

The passageway was beginning to lighten, and Jaina could make out the mouth of the corridor. Approaching, Jaina realized it led out into a huge, underground chamber; almost as big as the Temple throne room. A thick ledge ran around all four walls, dropping into a central chamber. The bottom was marred by rubble from four standing pillars that had likely crumbled over the centuries, and at the very center stood a raised platform, like the plateau of a pyramid. It reminded Jaina of the old Senate Hall, which her mother took her to see in the early days of the New Republic.

‘What is it?’ Rosh breathed.

Jaina knelt at the edge of the walkway, inspecting the plateau. There was clearly a large emitter planted inside the ziggurat, which no doubt connected with a similar construction hanging stalactite-like from the high ceiling. ‘Focal point,’ she said. ‘Like the focusing chamber of a lightsaber.’ She pointed to the base emitter. ‘Beam shoots up, connects to the roof.’

‘A beam of what?’

Jaina traded a look with the young man, and together they rounded the chamber to the wide ramp leading down to the central platform. Jaina noticed other objects amid the detritus on the main floor; power packs, what looked like a chip of battle armour, and, most tellingly, a dark, bloody stain across one of the fallen stones. The Chistori had made his last stand on this very spot.

She shivered, and turned her attention to Rosh as the young Jedi clambered up the central platform. He pulled himself up to the plateau, and turned to look down at his companion. ‘It feels strange,’ he said in an odd voice. ‘I...’

‘Stay there,’ Jaina said, and followed Rosh up to the summit. Standing directly over the concealed emitter, she felt a rush of energy flow through her body, causing her to yelp in surprise. The feeling didn’t fade, but continued to imbue her with raw power... the power of the Force. ‘It’s incredible,’ she said.

‘It feels like on Vjun,’ Rosh said in a distant voice. ‘We... when I was under their control, they made me help them. We siphoned Force energy from Vader’s castle.’

Jaina started at the mention of her grandfather, and the energy within her flared. ‘It’s a wellspring,’ she stated. ‘A fountain of the Force. Uncle Luke talked about focal points in the galaxy; a nexus of Force power. He said the old Temple of the Jedi was constructed over one... and the cave on Dagobah...’ She pushed the thoughts away, feeling the energy responding hotly to her dark ruminations.

The young Jedi Knight felt Rosh’s eyes on her, and turned to find him possessed with an intense and hungry expression, like a tuk’ata closing on its prey. His eyes were wide and fierce, and she felt his gaze burning up and down her body, taking in the thin vest that clung to her nubile chest, and the figure-hugging pants circling her wide hips. ‘Rosh,’ she breathed, ‘it’s the dark side.’

‘I know,’ he said, showing teeth. ‘I’ve felt it before.’

‘Don’t let it control you.’ Jaina should have backed away, though something kept her rooted to the spot. She wasn’t sure if it was the energy emanating from the wellspring, or the lustful heat radiating from Rosh.

‘I’m not,’ the young Jedi said. ‘I’m letting it work for me.’ He stepped closer, and circled a hand around Jaina’s slim waist. She gazed up into his face, which remained surprisingly calm?save for those hot and heavy eyes.

‘Rosh??’ she began, but when the dark-haired man bent his neck, Jaina raised her head to catch his lips with hers; then they were embracing, pressing their bodies together like starving woolamanders, arms snaking and entwining around each other. Rosh’s tongue danced in Jaina’s mouth, and she responded in kind, feeling her body ignited by desire. It was the Force running through her, she knew, having felt it many times during pleasure-making, and the sensation was only amplified here.

Rosh’s hands slid under her tight vest and trailed hotly across her slick skin. Jaina moaned into his mouth, urging him on, pushing out her nubile breasts. Rosh claimed them, cupping her mounds in his fingers and kneading the soft, pliant flesh. She tugged at the tunic on his back and tangled her fingers in his spiky hair. She felt his thumbs graze her hardening nipples, and she cried out softly, making him repeat the action. He pinched the rosy buds between thumb and forefinger, tweaking the nubs and sending Jaina into a spasm of pleasure.

Her hands sought his waist, shucking his utility belt from around his hips and desperately working the opening of his pants. Rosh freed her tits from his groping hands, and Jaina slid into a crouch, her tongue tasting the air as she breathed in the young man’s musk. ‘We shouldn’t be doing this,’ she murmured, even as her hand parted Rosh’s fly to wrap her fingers tightly around his hardening member.

‘It’s a bit late to stop,’ Rosh said, bucking his hips into Jaina’s grip as she tugged his manhood free.

She stroked him roughly, her hand jerking up and down his length, pulling him to his full height, and glanced up with smoky eyes. ‘I didn’t say it was a bad thing,’ she grinned wickedly, and extended her tongue to take a long, low lick of Rosh’s dick, acting like a holoporn star.

He rested his hands on her neck as Jaina explored the length of Rosh’s veiny shaft, lapping at the searing-hot flesh with quick and agile licks of her pink tongue. She trailed all the way down to the base, wiggling her tongue into the nest of dark curls that resided there, and gave his hanging sack a brief taste of her sweet saliva.

Jaina returned to the head and popped her lips around the spongy crown, taking the young man’s shaft into her mouth. She let her saliva glands work, coating the tip in glistening fluid, then swirled her tongue around his knob to soak up her own spittle. She giggled around the prick, then swallowed it whole, humming with pleasure as it bumped against her tonsils. She withdrew, and began bobbing her petite head in quick and deep motions.

‘If this is the dark side, then I’m a Sith Lord,’ Rosh muttered from above her, and Jaina smiled, letting her teeth catch lightly over his crown. She delighted in the shiver it brought to the man’s body, and resumed her bobbing with a vicious hunger, slobbering and sucking his dick with lewd mewls of joy.

The Solo girl felt Rosh’s hands tapping urgently on her arms, and she released his prick from the wet cavern of her mouth, shooting a silent question up at the man. He only smiled lop-sidedly, and lowered himself onto his back, directly over the focal point of the wellspring. He crossed his arms behind his head and gazed up at Jaina. ‘Come in, the water’s lovely,’ he commented wryly.

Jaina grinned, already pulling her vest off from over her sex-starved body. Her breasts bounced free, lathered with sweat and shining a light pink from Rosh’s ministrations. The young man was already bare-chested, having thrown his tunic over the side, and was tugging at his pants. Jaina unzipped her flight-pants and tugging them off over her rugged boots?she always enjoyed fucking in her boots.

The nearly-nude Jedi girl snapped her sodden panties off from around her hips, giving Rosh a grandstand view of the patch of trimmed, brown curls between her legs, then descended upon the naked man. She straddled his head and positioned herself in front of the rising column of his manhood. Gripping it firmly, two-handed, she teased the shaft with her fingers, tapping out a jaunty rhythm up and down his flesh. ‘Splashdown,’ she smirked.

In response, Rosh tipped his head forwards and suckled Jaina’s glistening cunnie lips into his mouth, giving the girl’s nethers a long, wet kiss. She cried out, and, as if responding to a starter pistol, dived onto Rosh’s dick to resume her suckjob.

For many minutes the young Jedi lay in their reversed embrace, locked in their game, each trying to outdo the other’s considerable oral skills. Rosh’s tongue danced and jabbed inside Jaina’s flower, his fingers gently parting her petals before thrusting his muscle into her hot canal. She sucked him hard and long, hollowing her cheeks and applying as much pressure to his thick stick as a Solo girl could muster. His hips began jerking upwards, pumping his dick between her slurping red lips, feeding his cock into the tight lining of her throat.

Jaina, with years of experience, took his forcefulness with ease, even under the wilting assault of his dextrous tongue. He grasped the pert globes of her buttocks, jiggling them in his hands and rolling the thick, creamy flesh as he speared the Jedi beauty. She moaned lewdly, kicking her boots against the edge of the pyramid, and deep-throated her lover’s dick until she bottomed out with her nose in his pubic patch.

Rosh growled low in his throat and thumbed the brunette’s puffy clit, to which she arched her back and jerked her hips, clamping her thighs together as if to trap his finger in place on her love-button. She gasped hotly over his dick, lathering her tongue over the slick shaft, her breathing ragged and her chest heaving as she felt the energy inside her coalescing like a solar flare.

Her Jedi lover slipped two fingers inside her quivering snatch, still brushing his thumb idly over her nub, and fucked Jaina madly. She gripped his cock for support, her side of the game forgotten in her haze of pleasure, and she came with a shout, her body spasming as her pussy released around Rosh’s pumping digits. Jaina pressed her face to the man’s columnal cock, her eyelids fluttering and lips parted, as she tried to catch her breath.

Rosh lifted himself from the sweet honey of Jaina’s cunnie. ‘Did you like your taste of the dark side?’

His words inspired her, and she gave his cock a loving kiss with a grin. ‘I fought off the Second Imperium and the Diversity Alliance,’ she said, getting to her feet and standing over Rosh with her legs spread. ‘I survived the reborn Emperor, Hethrir, Dad’s flinty cousin; I’m pretty sure I can take you on, Penin.’

She matched his lop-sided smirk, and lowered herself into his lap, trapping his long shaft beneath her waiting cunt. She shivered in delight as she felt the slick shaft press between her parted legs, and knelt low to brush her breasts over his chest. ‘Can you handle me?’ she whispered, letting her need and desire seep into her expression as she arched her back over him.

Rosh’s hands came up to cup her splayed buttocks, and she felt him undulate his hips, sliding his cock closer to her velvety opening. ‘The Force is with me,’ he grinned.

Jaina felt a surge from the wellspring beneath them, and reached back to grasp his cock firmly, guiding the tip to the very rim of her cunt. She rubbed his manhood against her, coating the crown in a sheen of her orgasmic nectar, all the while holding his gaze with a wicked expression. He moaned softly, closing his eyes at the feel of Jaina’s lower lips grazing his knob, and the feisty girl gave him a light slap on the cheek. ‘Hey, eyes up,’ she ordered, her tone sounding not unlike her mother in the Senate Chamber.

With a deep and relaxing sigh, Jaina rocked herself back onto Rosh’s prick, feeling the thick shaft push between her lips and press itself tightly inches-deep into her wet cunt. She moaned low in her throat, straightening her back to feel the fuck-rod angling inside her, and she placed her hands on her thighs to steady herself. She gazed down at Rosh with smoky brown eyes, and slowly began to ride him.

‘Oh, Force!’ Rosh exclaimed, and Jaina giggled at his response, bucking her hips harder upon him and watching his expression of ecstatic concentration. He was obviously fighting not to cum right there and then, and Jaina well knew the devastating effect she had on men. She slowed her pace, riding easy, keeping Rosh’s pleasure constant and manageable. In her youth, Jaina had rushed to the finish, fucking madly in a hot haze, but now, with the wellspring flowing through her, she felt like she could make love all day long.

The bucking brunette placed her hands on Rosh’s chest, flexing her fingers into his pecs, and lent a gyration to her hips, circling Rosh’s cock inside her twat with every downward stroke. The young man slid his hands over her firm curves, finally recapturing her jiggling breasts and squeezing them roughly in his palms. He scooped his knees up higher and began fighting back against Jaina’s motions, thrusting against her and breaching deeper into her steaming cunt with every stroke.

‘Someone’s eager,’ she murmured, and lent her hands to his, kneading her own breasts as Rosh pinched and pulled the engorged dark-pink circles of her nipples. ‘The wellspring isn’t going to dry up any time soon.’ She arched her back languidly, stretching her arms as she casually slipped herself from off Rosh’s pistoning prick. He frowned as she knelt by his side and began idly stroking his glistening member. She flashed him a smile as she scooped a trickle of her own honey onto her finger, and sucked it clean. ‘Neither am I,’ she added.

‘I was never much for patience,’ Rosh growled, and sat up, pushing down on Jaina’s head to force her onto his cock. She swallowed him into her mouth, given little other choice, and began sucking as Rosh held her face to his crotch. She tickled and teased his balls with a hand, the other pressed to the man’s firm abdomen.

Jaina didn’t mind the rough treatment, having indulged on many occasions, and took Rosh’s cock with ease, holding him in the sucking cavern of her mouth until he finally released her. She took a deep breath and wiped at her bubbling lips, moments before Rosh pushed her face-down against the stone summit. She felt the warmth of the stones on her cheek as Rosh scooted himself behind her, raising her plump ass in the air with a few quick slaps to her rosy flesh. She squealed, and moaned deeply as he thrust inside her.

The young Jedi instantly hit a hard and fast rhythm, fucking Jaina roughly and mashing her against the platform. She could only cry out in pleasure, rocking her hips with his thrusts. Rosh leaned over her, planting his hand between her shoulder blades and raising himself up onto one knee to slide deeper inside her snatch. ‘Can you feel it? The energy? The power?’ he gasped.

‘Ungh,’ Jaina groaned, ‘yeah, keep going! Use that power! I want to feel the fucking Force!’ She bucked against him harder, and Rosh grabbed hold of her hips, plowing the moaning girl relentlessly. Her knees banged against the stone with every thrust of her body, and she clawed at the edge of the platform to stop herself being tipped over it.

Jaina felt another climax rising, exacerbated by the swirling energies, and let it flood over her, her abused body shaking under the assault from within and without. Her thighs quaked, and she slipped to the plateau, Rosh’s knob still buried inside her. He leaned over her splayed form, leonine, still thrusting as Jaina rode out her orgasm. He was no doubt close to cumming himself, though Jaina had no desire to end the fountain of pleasure just yet.

Gathering herself, she focused an exertion of the Force at Rosh, knocking him backwards as she scrabbled to her knees. Dumped on his backside over the emitter, Rosh blinked confusedly up at Jaina as she crawled over to him on all fours. ‘I’m not letting you have your fun just yet,’ she remarked, and knocked his knees with her fists. Rosh obediently shucked his legs up and crossed them, allowing Jaina to sit daintily in his lap, her long legs wrapping around his hips. She smiled sultrily at him. ‘Shall we meditate?’

It was referred to as the Jedi meditation position, as it mimicked the lotus position of a Knight on one of the meditation mats in the Praxeum?except Rosh would hardly be able to clear his mind with a bucking brunette moaning and writhing in his lap, and Jaina planned to do exactly that. She reached between her legs and resumed stroking his engorged dick, while tracing the forefinger of her free hand along the outline of his jaw. Rosh bent his head and sucked on Jaina’s teasing finger. ‘Mm,’ he said, popping the sweet-tasting digit out of his mouth. ‘I haven’t been meditating with the right girl.’

‘Why do I want to hear about other girls?’ Jaina said, mock-serious, and gave his dick an impetuous squeeze.

‘Oh, I don’t know,’ Rosh said casually, ‘I heard stories about a Twi’lek girl a couple of months ago. Not to mention your exercises with the witchy woman.’

Jaina grinned, thinking back to her training with Tenel Ka, and her brief relationship with the gorgeous Atina. ‘Another time, hotshot,’ she smirked, and pressed his straining manhood to her sloppy opening. ‘How does that sound?’

Rosh replied with a grunt of pleasure as Jaina slipped herself onto his dick, impaling her cunnie and bouncing her buttocks on his legs. ‘Mmm, I can tell you like it,’ Jaina moaned, throwing her lank hair. ‘Thinking of me with other girls!’ She felt his cock surge within her, and bounced all the more, letting forth a cry of deep pleasure.

In truth, the thought had got Jaina even more hot and bothered as well. She missed the gentle but firm touch of Tenel Ka’s fingers, and often fantasized about her all too brief tryst with her Twi’lek girlfriend. The lurid images that washed through her mind were almost enough to stoke another orgasm inside her loins.

All pretence of calm forgotten, Jaina rode Rosh like a wildcat, falling back into her youthful ways with bucking hips, thrashing hair and long catcalls of the kind of filthy Huttese her mother sometimes lapsed into. ‘Ja poolo! Ja poolo sinchi!’ she cried, raking her nails down Rosh’s heaving chest. ‘Poolo...! Me creemo! Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!’

Rosh hammered his cock into Jaina’s gushing pussy, finally overwhelmed by her tightness, and came too, splashing a jet of red-hot spunk into her quivering snatch. They hugged one another in a tangle of limbs, Rosh falling backwards onto the plateau, still sheathed on Jaina’s flooded cunt.

Laying panting on Rosh’s chest, Jaina rubbed the starbursts from her eyes and gazed down at him. His eyes were closed, and he looked as thoroughly worn out as she felt. ‘Touch of the dark side, huh?’ she said weakly.

‘Nothing like it,’ Rosh answered in a sleepy voice. ‘A little dark can be good.’

Jaina could still feel the amplified Force energies coursing through her body, and wondered if Rosh would soon feel rejuvenated by the wellspring. She idly stroked his softening dick, and ran her hand over his sweaty body. ‘I think,’ she said quietly, ‘that I might feel the dark side for quite some time.’

Rosh stroked her lank brown hair affectionately. ‘Well, you did make a promise back there....’

Jaina slapped his hand away playfully, her thoughts returning to Atina, Tenel Ka and the others. Perhaps, she mused, feeling Rosh’s dick twitch hopefully under her fingers, she would make good on her promise after the trip to Rhommamool.

Together, the young Jedi embraced atop the wellspring of the Force, as Yavin Four turned to night above them.