A Perverted Galaxy Far Far Away (Star Wars)

Mulling it over in his head for a moment, ignoring Aayla’s thoughts for the time being, Tylo considers his future. In the end, he finds he really doesn’t have to think too hard about it. He knows what he wants to be.
 
“… Sentinel. I want to follow the path of a Jedi Sentinel.”
 
Blinking, Aayla cocks her head to the side questioningly.
 
“Oh? That was fast. If I may ask, what makes you choose Sentinel, Padawan?”
 
It takes him all of a moment to put his thoughts in order so he can present her to them.
 
“I don’t want to lock myself into any particular role. You say that someone can be a Guardian while also being a pilot and a diplomat or can be a Consular while being very good with their lightsaber. But those paths wouldn’t exist if they weren’t limiting in SOME shape or form. It seems obvious to me that Sentinel is the path that tries to strike a balance between the two, the one that tries to find the middle ground. That’s where I want to be.”
 
Lips parted, breath hitching, Aayla’s eyes have dilated by the time he’s done explaining himself. Her thoughts give away her true feelings to him right on the spot.
 
H-He’s so confident. It’s so sexy how he knows exactly what he wants at such a young age. I certainly didn’t…
 
Collecting herself after a moment, though also squirming in her seat, Aayla tries to hide just how turned on she is, attempting to keep up the act of being the wise and venerable Jedi Master that they both know she isn’t quite yet.
 
“T-That’s very well-reasoned, Padawan. I’m proud of you. Now all that’s left is to decide where we’re going to get started.”
 
Listening to her thoughts, Tylo lets out a soft chuckle, rolls his eyes, and stands up from the floor. Before Aayla can ask him what he’s doing, he’s taken out his cock and placed it against her lips, grabbing hold of her eternally sensitive lekku and pulling them towards him like reins.
 
“We can start with this, Master. Maybe once you’ve sucked my cock, you’ll be thinking straighter.”
 
He really does read me like an open book, doesn’t he? F-Fuck, I’m such a useless slut. Yessss, take me to task, put me in my place, make me focus up so I can train you properly Padawan~”
 
As Aayla’s lips open wide and take his cock into her mouth, Tylo settles in for a morning blowjob, groaning as he throws his head back. He was serious though, all she was getting was this one face fuck, and then they were going to do some actual training. Tylo had probably already handicapped himself by picking the least experienced Jedi as his Master. He wasn’t going to abide by curtailing his own progress and training anymore than he already had…
 
But one quick blowjob couldn’t hurt, and he thought it just might help Aayla take the edge off things. If he could find that equilibrium between massaging the slutty Jedi Knight’s raging libido and getting her to teach him, perhaps he could actually get somewhere as a Padawan…
 
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In the days, weeks, and eventually months that follow, Tylo Vondin falls into something of a routine. Aayla was right, given she was a fairly new Jedi Knight, and completely untested as his Master, they weren’t given any off world missions. There were a few Coruscant missions here and there, but they were few and far in between.
 
Ultimately, much of Tylo’s time was spent in training. It was a lot like his previous schedule as an Initiate in fact, he still had classes with his fellow Padawans even, but also, Aayla consistently had private lessons planned for him. As well as ‘private lessons’, to put it subtly.
 
To put it unsubtly, his days were as much filled with fucking as they were with learning. It didn’t matter if he had a lesson in Force Techniques or Starship Maintenance one day, he could reliably count on every morning starting off with Aayla Secura sucking his cock. The Twi’lek Jedi Knight was completely insatiable and utterly whorish, needing his affection and his attention as much as she seemed to try to be vying for his respect.
 
But if she wanted him to respect her, she was fighting an uphill battle, that was for sure. It wasn’t that Tylo couldn’t appreciate her skill with a lightsaber or the fact that she had several years of experience on him when it came to being a Jedi. It was just hard to look past the numerous times she decided to wear his cum all over her face and breasts during breakfast meals, or even the fact that she usually refrained from wearing her top to said meals in the first place, leaving her gorgeous blue tits capped with contrasting pink nipples on full display regardless of whether he’d cum on her or not that day.
 
She was always altogether desperate for his cock, and Tylo felt like he was training her as much as she was training him. Namely, he had to condition her by giving her just enough sexual attention to take the edge off before focusing up on his training for the day. It was… an interesting mix to be sure, made all the more interesting by the fact that Tylo was pretty sure his relationship with Knight Secura was the only Master-Padawan Relationship like it in the entire Jedi Temple.
 
He could have been wrong, but part of becoming a Padawan also involved a greater freedom of movement throughout the Temple. Before when he’d just been an initiate, his movement had been somewhat more restricted. He was expected to attend lessons on a very regimented schedule with the same fellow initiates day after day. Likewise, meal times for initiates were always at the same times every day, and there was a curfew in effect as well.
 
As a Padawan, he had a lot more free time. There was still some of those planned lessons that he had to attend at specific scheduled times of the day, but they now only accounted for about half of his time training, rather than ALL of his time training. Likewise, he could now go to the Padawan Hall for a meal at any time, showing the Jedi Order recognized the oft-times constantly shifting, changing schedule of Padawan Learners and the whims of their Masters.
 
This meant that Tylo had met more Master-Padawan pairs, albeit mostly in passing, and had gotten the chance to… compare and contrast their relationships with his and Aayla’s, so to speak. And what he’d found was… well, a bit surprising. Namely, while many of them were certainly thinking about it, most weren’t acting on it?
 
Whether they were female-female pairs, male-female pairs, or female-male pairs, Masters seemed to be waiting for their Padawans to come to them before they did anything, allowing them to grow and mature a bit more ahead of time. It seemed that Tylo was extensively ahead of curve in this regard, and wholly abnormal. He was more mature than he’d ever really thought, and it was abundantly clear from the eavesdropping he was now capable of doing with the ability to range more widely throughout the Jedi Temple.
 
He and Aayla… what they had was something special. But it wasn’t necessarily unique. Every female Jedi that Tylo listened in on was still… well, immensely sexual. Even his fellow female Padawans were getting to that point at this rate. Case in point…
 
Is he looking this way? Does he see me? Oh please, please see me.
 
Making sure it’s completely natural, Tylo slowly pans his gaze over to the other side of the training grounds, effectively making eye contact with one Darra Thel-Tanis a moment later. The moment that his eyes connect with the ginger Padawan, she jolts and flushes, looking away far too late to keep him from seeing that he was looking at her.
 
Still, Tylo pretends like he didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary and continues on with his katas, swinging his practice lightsaber with precise movements. That’s why he’s out here after all, late in the evening, training with his saber. Aayla is currently on a solo mission that Jedi Knights sometimes take and will likely be back for him in the next couple days. Until then, he’s on his own.
 
Oh Force, d-did he see me staring? Sithspit, that’s not how I wanted him to see me! I made it so obvious, d-damn it!
 
But maybe he didn’t have to be. Darra was from his old Initiate’s Class. She too was a Padawan like him now, and her Master, Soara Antana, was an interesting woman. She was considered a lightsaber virtuoso, and even described as a ‘legend’ by some of the people he’d heard talking about her. It was why she served as a lightsaber instructor between going on missions.
 
But she was nowhere to be found in the courtyard today. In fact, the courtyard was almost entirely deserted, with Darra being the only one even close to where he was training. Of course, given what Tylo was hearing of the other Padawan’s thoughts, that wasn’t that surprising. She had very clearly deliberately placed herself close to him in the hopes of getting noticed… even if she didn’t seem to know what to do with the fact that she HAD been noticed.
 
O-Oh, I bet he has a big c-cock. I bet his is nice and thick and juicy. I bet… I bet it’d feel good, having him manhandle me into position. I w-wanna suck it… I wanna take it inside me! N-Notice me Tylo Vondin! Notice me and claim me!
 
Was he… was he witnessing the birth of a slut, right before his metaphorical eyes? More importantly, what the hell was he supposed to do about it? Tylo’s mouth goes dry as Darra unknowingly answers his unspoken question, beginning to fantasize about what he might ‘do about it’ right there on the spot. It takes all of his willpower to keep moving his saber through the lightsaber forms he was practicing.
 
He would come over. He would demand a spar. He’d remember me, from our classes together as initiates. He’d say he wanted to see how I’ve grown as a Padawan, to see if I’m keeping up with my studies. I would loudly proclaim I had, of course! He would challenge me. He would tell me if I failed, t-then there would be consequences.
 
A quick glance over at Darra shows that the ginger Padawan isn’t even looking his way right now, she’s staring at the ground panting heavily, her shoulders shaking with the strength of her desire.
 
I-I’ll lose, of course… n-not on purpose, b-but because he’s better than me! He’s always been better than me… I’ll lose, and he’ll be disappointed. He’ll take me back to his quarters. He’ll force me to my knees, and he’ll have his w-way with me right then and there, however he likes…
 
The other Padawan’s fantasies get increasingly lewder and more graphic by the moment, to the point that Tylo is beginning to falter in his stance and his movements. It’s kind of hard to keep shifting through the katas when his cock is more erect than it’s ever been outside of the presence of a Jedi Master before. Or, in the case of his Master, a Jedi Knight.
 
Darra is the first Padawan to make him feel this way. But then, she’s also the first Padawan he’s witnessing having a sexual awakening, seemingly right before his eyes. Should he… do something? Should he even be contemplating doing something? It’s just… it’s so obvious she wants it. But does that make it right?
 
They’re the same age, both of them no longer initiates, now full-grown padawans. But it’s become abundantly clear since he became Knight Secura’s Padawan that he’s years ahead of his peers mentally, if not physically. So that begs the question, is it right for him to be Darra’s introduction to the world of sex?
 
… At the same time, is it really that wrong? If not him, it’ll probably be her Master right? That’s what Tylo has seen so far, anyways. Which means it’ll still be an older more mature Jedi taking Darra in hand and showing her the way. By that logic, was it wrong for Tylo to do it instead?
 
He had no idea when Aayla would be back from her mission, and while it was his Master who was the insatiable slut in need of constant sex, Tylo himself had gotten used to having her available to him at all times. Darra… would make a good stand-in to take care of his needs.
 
As he saw it, he had three options. He could follow Darra’s fantasy to a T and give her exactly what she thought she wanted (literally). Or he could still take on the role of instructor in the sexual arts but take it slower and ease her into it tenderly. Or he could bounce, as in leave the courtyard right now and go jack one off back in his and Aayla’s quarters, probably resulting in him taking out his sexual frustration on his Master even harder when she returned.
 
It was, as always, seemingly up to him. The women of the Jedi Order continued to seemingly rely on him to make all of the decisions, from Masters and Knights, to even Padawans now. For all her fantasizing, Darra would never make the first move herself, Tylo was pretty sure. So, in the end… what was he going to do?