My Mission

~Author's Note~
This idea just wouldn't die! I force choked it, electrocuted it, cut it up with a lightsaber, and threw large items at it. It just wouldn't leave my mind and I had to write it. This was originally intended to be only a single chapter, but I figured I might work on an actual story for it if enough people want a new chapter. This is rated for possible future chapters, but you'll only get those if I'm in the mood to write it or if I get some reviews as encouragement. Enjoy the story!

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Isárion laid back in his bunk, and let his mind be taken in by the sounds of his ship, the Ebon Hawk. The gentle hum of the engine, the clanking of boots against steel, likely from Canderous or HK-47, his pet Gizka digging through their food supplies, and the rest of the various passengers.

Carth sat in the control room, and pressed on buttons while he snuck peeks over at Bastila, who sat silently in the other chair. Carth was obviously attracted to the Jedi, which was understandable despite how preachy and big-headed she could be at times. There had been more than a few times where he thought she would lose that attitude if she got laid, but he wasn’t going to tell that to her of course.

Isárion intended to stop Malak before any limbs were seared off by the business end of a lightsaber. T3-M4 moved all over the ship, and repaired things that Isárion wasn’t aware even needed repairing, and pretty much just seemed to be wasting time until they arrived Manaan.
Canderous looked very bored, and Isárion noticed he constantly clutched the trigger of his carbine, as if he was killing someone in his mind.

Knowing him, he probably was. Jolee slept peacefully in his own bunk after he gave into exhaustion after they departed Kashyyk.As his mind slipped from one person to the next, he finally settled on the young Twi’lek, Mission Vao. Ever since he’d met the rebellious kid, he found her intriguing. She was strong and very resourceful despite being so young, and her forward attitude was always a welcome addition.

Although Isárion hated to admit it, he’s incredibly attracted to her. Yes yes, he knows: Kid. Young. Alien. But after having killed hundreds of opponents between each world he’d visited, his moral compass constantly pointed south when she was around. Since she always insisted on accompanying him, especially after he helped out her brother, when they weren’t in battle he was trying to keep his thoughts off her.

Her skills allow her to wear only just enough to cover up the important things, but not much more than that. At that current moment, she was dressed for bed, which only included a long shirt that covered all of her torso, and just barely covered her thighs. He supposed her lack of any real modesty was due to living with only a Wookie for so long.

A girl doesn’t need to be modest in front of a beast that doesn’t need to wear anything at all. Like all female Twi’leks, her body had started developing quite well at a young age, but he also knew that given a few more years she would be a beauty even compared to others of her kind. Mission was resting in her bed, her head leaned against the steel wall with her back cushioned against the soft fabric of her pillow.

Her legs were crossed in front of her, and her eyes stared straight ahead, stared at nothing, seeming lost in her thoughts.
Isárion’s mind focused on her feet, then travelled slowly upward, and memorized every inch of her revealed to him. He knew he shouldn’t, he was after all a Jedi, but damnit the act of resistance against his desire was harder than resisting the dark side. His mind drank in every inch of her, even when he encountered the shirt which hid his gaze from the rest of her body.

His overactive imagination helped him fill in the missing details though. Her breasts were little more than a handful, but they seemed so right for her. Her body was slim and somewhat muscular due to hard living. Even for a Twi’lek, she was in the best shape she could be. When his mind finally focused on her face, the desire to kiss her senseless was almost overwhelming.

One of her more appealing features is her barely concealed innocence. Yes, she grew up with a difficult life and had to face hardships that no one at her age should face, but she still had that innocent side of her that she struggled to hide from everyone. It’s very difficult to hide that from a Jedi. She’s definitely a virgin, without the slightest doubt he knew that, and that little bit of information always helped his fantasies.

As he looked at her then, during a time when she could just be herself without the strong façade, something made him want to be the first to corrupt that innocence. That should’ve made him feel guilty, but he really didn’t care. Curiously, Mission shifted in her bed and his mind was once again drawn to her. He could feel a slow burn spread across her body, as if a furnace was lit beneath her skin.

Then slowly, tentatively, her right hand dipped between her legs, and he died a little bit inside. That burn was arousal. Knowing what she intended to do, he struggled to pull his mind away from her, but the dark devil inside of him took control and forced him to watch. He watched as her mouth opened just slightly and heard the release of breath as she touched her center.

She shifted so her head rested on the pillow, which caused the shirt to move up far enough to reveal the exact spot she was touching. Two of her fingers rubbed against her center, and he watched as her tight virgin lips sucked in a finger all the way up to the knuckle. He was too fixated on the erotic display to wonder which one of them gasped, but he figured it was safe to say it was likely both of them.

A little red appeared on her cheeks, in stark contrast to the light blue of her skin, which made her look so damn cute he could hardly keep himself still. His penis had already tented his pants, and the pain kept him firmly conscious of where he was. Even as she pushed in a second finger and moaned struggled to contain her moan, he kept part of his mind focused on his current surroundings, and hers, so neither of them could be caught by surprise.

Mission raised her other hand toward her breasts, and gave one of them a gentle squeeze through the shirt, which made her close her eyes in pleasure. That devil sent dangerous thoughts through his mind. He thought about taking her and corrupting that innocence as much as he could with his own body. He thought about thoroughly fucking every inch of her until he was certain no one could know her body like him.

For a few seconds, every ounce of his being wanted to make her his, but then he fought off those dangerous thoughts, even as his mind watched her in such a private act. There was no way he could block the images, no way to close his mind off to this young Goddess pleasuring herself. With each push of her fingers into her wet flesh, with each barely restrained moan that left her mouth, his own willpower melted away.

Suddenly she stopped, and after a quick look at the doorway, she shifted and pulled the shirt over her head to drop it near her just in case. His mind eagerly soaked her in, and took mental snapshots so he could always remember her like that. If he hadn’t so fixated on her, he might have noticed she hesitated for the briefest second before she spread her legs and returned her fingers to their rightful place.

There was Mission, spread in all her naked glory, and he saw her much like a feast, ready to be devoured. That devil smirked and suddenly he felt the desire to make her his again, to claim her as his so no one else could partake of her. Before he knew it he was walking out of his room and across the Ebon Hawk to Mission’s room. The Force worked independently of his will, making his very presence unknown to the crew.

No one saw him as he passed them by, nor could they hear the soft padding of his feet against the floor as he entered her room. He walked silently up to her bed, still very much invisible to her, and watched as her tight center sucked in her fingers, as her other hand squeeze the pliant flesh of her breasts, and alternately pinched her nipples. She looked so delicate, so vulnerable, before him.

Being so vulnerable like that made it easier for him to read her emotions and sense her desires. Only a small part of him told him he was wrong to do this. He didn’t deserve to watch this beautiful creature so exposed and aroused. The little devil quickly closed off that part. Suddenly, her fingers started to move more quickly, and her moans became louder, no longer able to hold them back.

He simultaneously used the force to close off all sound in the room from the rest of the ship, and pulled his penis out of his pants. He knew what was about to happen, and he needed to see it, he needed to feel it, and the pressure building up inside of him was almost too much to bear. Almost there, she is so close!

His hand moved up and down the shaft of his penis with a fervor, not noticing when his invisibility fell away and he was suddenly just as exposed as her. She opened her eyes just a split second before she came, and only when her eyes locked with his did he learn what happened. But it was too late, Mission exploded with feelings as her orgasm ripped through her being. Her back arched off the bed, her fingers buried deep, and a loud whimper of release made him gasp a warning of his own release.

They both stared at each other, too engulfed in their shared passion to care, even as his sperm landed on her smooth stomach, and even as they both said each other’s names in the heat of the moment. Hearing her moan his name made all of this worth it. She could blast him right now and he wouldn’t care, he’d die happy.

When they finally stopped moving, and he stopped , and she rested her back against the bed again, they could only stare, and both breathed heavily from what had just occurred. His eyes devoured her, once again taking in the details of her body, and she blushed deeply at his heated gaze. She suddenly felt too exposed and tried to cover herself.

“Isárion, we’re about to land on Manaan!” Carth yelled out from the control room.

Without a word he zipped himself back up and quickly left the room, leaving Mission with mixed emotions and actual proof of his desire for her behind.