Forbidden Encounters

Title: Forbidden Encounters

Author: Darksaviour03

Game: Star Wars: The Old Republic

characters/pairing: Jedi Knight | Consular

Note: This follows along the storyline of the Knight and Consular.

Disclaimer: STAR WARS and related properties are trademarks in the United States and/or in other countries of Lucasfilm Ltd. and/or its affiliates. © 2011 Lucasfilm Entertainment Company Ltd. or Lucasfilm Ltd. All rights reserved. All other trademarks are the property of their respective owners. I have made no profit from this fan fiction.

Padawan Sandric Arturis sat at the foot of his bed, cross legged, trying to clear his mind enough to meditate. He had only been on Tython for a few days, and reunited with Laelithra, and he was still having trouble adjusting. Tython was so slow, and that tried his patience. The Masters always told him he needed to work on being patient, but he had become a man of action. It didn't help that they were rushing him through the trials.



His mind settled on Laelithra, on their encounter earlier that day. He had walked in on her meditating, which would have been meaningless in and of itself. She hadn't heard him knock, so he was forced to interrupt her. Strangely, though, she was completely naked. The image of her young, supple curves and her soft, tender breasts, nipples erect from the cold air, was etched into his mind. He couldn't pry it from his subconscious with a light saber.



He began to feel strange, as if his pants, already tight enough as it was, were growing tighter. His eyes flicked open, only to be met by an incredibly large lump growing in his pants. He could make out every detail, as if the pants had been vacuum sealed around his excitement. He found it unusual; he usually only had that problem in the mornings.



The event would have been completely harmless if he had heard the buzzing at his door. The metal slid open, and Laelithra was standing there, her arms crossed over her chest. Sandric leaped up and slid backward onto the bed, sitting on the edge with one leg over the other to hide himself. His face was nearly purple. She had to have seen it.



"Sandric!" she yelped, worried. "Are you alright? You have swelling! Did one of the droids injure you? You should see Master Lazzar. She needs to take a look at that. A lump that big!"



"I don't think she wants to take a look at this," Sandric mumbled. "Don't worry about it. It will go down."



"You shouldn't ignore any injury, no matter how minor it seems," Laelithra insisted. "I'll accompany you."



"No!" Sandric shouted. He motioned for Laelithra to come closer. She shrugged and walked over to him. "Listen, when a man gets sexually aroused," his face darkened even more, "it swells up. It happens in the mornings. It always goes away."



"What do you mean?" she queried. Her face had an expression of innocent curiosity. "Sexually arou..." Her face instantly turned to match the color of his and her mouth and eyes both opened wide in astonishment. "I have to go!"



She turned to move toward the door, but Sandric reached out and snatched her by the arm, spinning her back to face him. Before she could react, he pressed his lips hard into hers. To his amazement, she kissed him back, matching his passion. He didn't want to part from her, and it carried on, time ticking away. How could this be forbidden, he questioned in his mind. 



"How could you use the knowledge of the emotions I confided in you against me?" she told him. "I know you don't feel sexual arousal with me. I know that you don't like kolto tanks or seeing the masters for healing, either. This is just an excuse. I should have paid more attention to you out on the field today. If you don't want to go to see Master Lazzar, let me see the wound." 



"No!" Sandric yelped, clasping both hands over his groin. "I promise, I am fine! It happens all quite often, and the swelling always goes down." He looked around for a way out of the situation, and there was none to be found. Laelithra wasn't convinced.



"I don't buy it," she said calmly. "You've lied about being injured before. Now, let me look at it. You know that's the only way I'll leave you alone about it, so you might as well just show me. It's me, or it's Master Lazzar." Sandric sighed, but conceded that she was right. He stood, shyly, and gripped his pants tightly, the waistband creaking in protest.



Slowly, he pulled them down partway. The waistband caught on his erection, and pulled it down painfully. He winced, but it broke free, bouncing like a spring loaded toy in front of he wide eyes.



"It's so big!" Laelithra gasped. Her mouth formed into a tight "O." She turned her head from side to side, inspecting it visually from all angles. She hesitantly reached out, as if to touch it, but Sandric jerked away.



"No!" he blurted, covering himself. "Don't touch it!"



"How do you expect me to examine you without touching it?" she asked impatiently. "Get back over here, or it's Master Lazzar." Sandric's shoulders slumped in humiliated defeat, and he trudged back to face Laelithra's scrutiny.



"This can't be normal," she stated offhandedly as she nonchalantly took his throbbing arousal in one hand. She manipulated it, turning it in different angles, as best she could against the rigidity. Sandric lurched at her touch, blood throbbing through his excitement. Through all of his shudders and jumps, Laelithra simply innocently examined him for injuries. He took deep breaths, trying to remain calm, to fight the unusual sensation that was building, like a tingling in the base of his testicles. He didn't know what it was, but it frightened him. Finally, he felt himself softening to her touch, and she released her pillowy grip.



"I guess it's fine," she said, clapping her hands on her thighs.



"I'm glad you're satisfied," Sandric retorted, still horrified. Laelithra smiled, the smile that always graced her face when she was taken with he insatiable curiosity.



"Only," she chirped, "I'm confused. How do people have sex? How does that," she motioned at him, "thing fit into a woman's? I have no idea how it works, and it has me curious. Do you know?"



"No," he shrugged. "I've never even seen one close up. I saw yours, but I couldn't see anything but hair. What does it even look like?" Laelithra plopped down on the bed and began slipping her trousers off.



"I'll show you," she volunteered with innocent abandon. Before Sandric could process what was going on, her pants were on the floor and she had pulled her knees up, exposing herself to him.



"I can't..." he stuttered. "I can't really see it all that well through the hair."

Laelithra immediately obliged him, reaching down with both hands and spreading herself wide for him to see. He was terrified, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from it.



Bright pink, soft, gentle folds surrounded it, glistening like a leaf covered with a light dew. A small nub protruded where the folds converged. He was overwhelmed by the urge to touch it, but he continued on with his visual study. Between the folds, there looked to be an opening, though it was covered with a thin layer of flesh. That membrane was almost completely unblemished, almost completely obscuring what may lie beyond.



"I wonder what this is," Sandric muttered, finally giving over to the preceding urge. He reached out, passing a fingertip over the pink nub.

Laelithra inhaled sharply and let out a yelp, but there wasn't pain behind it. It sounded as if what he did felt good to her, but it shocked her.



"Sorry," he stammered.

Laelithra shook him off and scooted back into her pose on the bed. His eyes were immediately drawn back to her sex.



"It looks like a pink rose," he said. "How does one put a rod into a rose? It looks like it might go there, but it's covered with skin." He touched the membrane covering what he assumed to be a hole.

This time, Laelithra jumped away and shouted in pain.



"Don't!" she cried. "That hurt!" She immediately contorted, spreading herself open again so she could inspect the damage she perceived that he must have done. Sandric slid onto the bed, trying to move close to comfort her.



"I'm sorry," he uttered. "I didn't mean to hurt you." His eyes were yet again drawn to the pinkness that she held open between her thighs. He felt that tingling return, only this time the building did not cease. A pleasure bordering on pain consumed him, mind and body. It felt like an explosion, and in a way, it was. Something, though he didn't know what, was ejected from his newly reignited excitement. A white fluid was expelled, propelled right to the spot in between Laelithra's hands.



The first shot landed in a line across the entire thing. The second covered the nub and immediately began running slowly over the folds. By the third, Laelithra had reacted, spinning away, and it made a horizontal landing at the top of her buttocks.



"What happened?" she fretted. "Is there something wrong? What was that?!"



"I don't know!" Sandric worried with her. "That's never happened before!" Laelithra turned back, frightened. She reached down, rubbing her hand through the fluids that had struck her. She brought her fingers up to her nose, sniffing. She made a curious face.



"It smells like bleach," she stated. She stabbed her tongue at it, quickly, and she immediately gagged automatically. "It's disgusting! You really should go see Master Lazzar! Your expelling chemicals from your, your thing!"



"No!" Sandric yelped. 



"I don't want you to die because of something I did," she told him, plainly. That was the worst thing that could happen. With him gone, the world was a much darker place. That, in itself, should have told her to leave.



As she was talking, they moved together again. He sat by her. She lifted her arm and hugged him to her. Yes, she should have left. Yet, concern about her kept him there.



"I'll be fine," he said. "It's feeling much better."



Her head bent forward. Black hair brushed the sides of her cheeks as she gazed at him vulnerable. Her lips parted, and she pressed her mouth against his again. 



Immediately, Sandric's arousal reignited as he gave into the kiss. He had always been fond of Laelithra, and that fondness had been growing of late. He was scared, though: afraid that the Masters would separate them if they found out. He'd tried suppressing those feelings, but it had only ended up making him feel terrible. He couldn't concentrate. He couldn't stop thinking about Laelithra, especially since he had seen her naked. He was struck with the overwhelming desire to be inside her. Laelithra pulled away, apparently stricken with similar desires.



"Oh, look," she blurted, pointing at his erection. "It's swollen again!" Her mouth shot open. "Does it feel good when the fluid comes out?!"



Sandric went red-faced and nodded, pursing his lips together. Laelithra looked to be figuring things out, but she still didn't know everything that she wanted to.



"I have an idea," she said.



"What would that be?" Sandric queried. His eyes drifted to her sex again. He had a guess what she was thinking, and he was hoping that his guess was right.



"We should try it," Laelithra spoke with a smile. "Sex, I mean. What harm could come of it? We're just learning. It's curiosity. With academic intents, we shouldn't have to be concerned about emotions. Right?"



"That makes sense," he replied, though inside he was giddy. He couldn't wait. Immediately, he was between her legs, though she was making it difficult to get her knees apart.



"You have to open your legs, Lae," Sandric muttered, getting frustrated but keeping his tone neutral.



"I'm scared," she whined. "And don't call me that. Call me Padawan Laelithra, please." He ignored everything but her fear. With a calmness that was infectious, he looked into her eyes. With her attention, he spoke.



"I am going to learn to heal with the Force," he uttered. "Do you think I intend to hurt you? I won't lie, if I'm right about this, it may hurt, at first. I'm with you. If you want me to stop, just say so."



Laelithra pursed her lips together, and with a worried look in her eyes, she nodded. Slowly, she let up her resistance, allowing him to pry her knees apart. She opened for him like a flower blooming for the sun. How could something so beautiful be forbidden, he wondered. It was amazing to look at, one of nature's perfect creations. There was nothing to fear about it.



"Relax," he whispered, though he needed to take the advice just as much as her. All of his nerves were on edge as he touched the tip of his excitement against her moistening folds. They were just as delicate, just as soft as they looked. He took a breath to steady himself, to keep the painful pleasure, and the accompanied expulsion, at bay.



With a deep breath, in and out, he grasped his arousal and guided himself to what he thought was a good ready position. As he relaxed against her, the very tip rested against the membrane he was fairly certain he would have to push through.



"Stop!" Laelithra yelped. "It hurts! Stop!" Sandric didn't move a muscle. He kept the calm look in his eyes, and met her widened orbs resolutely. He took another deep breath.



"Breathe," he tried to calm her. "The pain will likely be sharp momentarily, but it should pass. Pain is fleeting. Don't give yourself over to fear. Center yourself. Purge your emotions." Laelithra nodded again, looking horrified. She took three quick, deep breaths before steadying her breathing. She rolled her eyes back and closed them slowly, centering herself. The terror passed and she opened her eyes. There was certainty in them.



"Do it quickly," she uttered steadfastly. "Do not drag out the pain. Wait! Kiss me! It will silence me in case I cry out." Sandric positioned himself anew, dropping his face until it was almost touching hers. He held her gaze again.



"Ready?," he murmured.



"Mmhmm," Laelithra rushed, nodding quickly. She pressed her lips together and rolled them outward. She took a breath, held it, and closed her eyes. Sandric pressed his lips to hers and she quickly relaxed. At that precised moment, he rolled his hips, pushing against the membrane forcefully. He felt it give, splitting apart from his intrusion. Instantly, it felt so amazing, so perfect, that it made his head swim. It wasn't so pleasant for Laelithra.



At the same time that he was feeling the perfect pleasure, she was in agony. Her eyes shot open, and tears instantly sprang into them. She wailed against his lips, muffled, but no less pain filled. He held his position, keeping her lips occupied as she whined and sobbed.



Laelithra breathed in short, pained gasps through her nose. Slowly, over time, her breathing calmed and she stopped making noises. Sandric broke his lips away but kept his eyes on hers.



"That hurt!" she exclaimed. "It felt like I was being torn in half! Was that the right place?"



"I think so," Sandric groaned in pleasure. "This spot feels....words can't describe. It's warm and moist, like wet silk wrapped around me. Oh." He shook, a wave of pleasure shooting through him as she absentminded clenched her pelvic muscles. She looked shocked, then pleased with herself.



"You liked that!" Laelithra blurted. "Did it feel good? Let me try it again." She flexed, and he lurched again.



"Does it hurt still?"



"A little." She squeezed triumphantly, and Sandric was overcome with instinct. He immediately began rocking his hips, pumping his throbbing arousal in and out of her. It must have been the right thing to do because she suddenly gasped, then moaned and shivered in pleasure. The look in her eyes brought the tingle back at once.



"Oh!" he cried out as crested the crescendo, and the pleasurable pain erupted in his excitement. He sporadically clenched his pelvic muscles, feeling the fluids erupt from him as he slammed into her uncontrollably.



"I think more of that liquid came out," he confessed. He pulled out of her and looked at the place he now knew to be Heaven. Thick white beads, like pearls, poured out of her, one after another. He spread her to look more closely. Where the membrane had been, there was now a hole. There was blood, but it wasn't as bad as he expected. There was also more of that ivory fluid, some trickling out, some clinging to her pinkness in gobs.



"It's not going to poison me, is it?" Laelithra worried.



"I don't think so," Sandric answered, scratching his head. "I think that was supposed to happen." He turned his head oddly. "What is this thing?" He rubbed a finger across her clitoris and she gasped in sudden ecstasy. "That's fascinating!"



"I like that," she whined. "Don't stop!"



He rubbed it more, quickly. Before long, Laelithra's eyes widened and her mouth rounded. She began panting and moaning loudly. She rolled her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down, though it only did so much to silence her. She began shaking, letting out high pitched whines. Her hips shook, and more of his fluids dripped from inside. She looked at him passionately when it had passed.



"That was fantastic!" she breathed. "How can they forbid that!"



"I don't know," Sandric said with a shrug. "I think they don't know what it's like. How could they? It's forbidden. For millennia. It shouldn't be!"