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Exile Adventures	By : BimbleWimble Category: +G through L > Knights of the Old Republic Views: 19380 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Meetra emerged from her quarters on the Ebon Hawk to see that the crew had taken care of the rest of the Red Eclipse corpses. A faint smell of blood and scorched ozone lingered, but she could live with that until the air scrubbers dealt with it. They had all decided that the next twenty hour day-night cycle a rest period for her small crew, giving herself time to meditate and gain focus – she would need it if she wanted to survive Visquis’ obvious trap without a lightsaber.
A flash of bare skin and white hair caught her attention as she moved past the cargo bay where the Handmaiden had set up her few possessions. Meetra paused, taking in the sight of the white-clad Servant of Atris as she progressed, eyes closed, through a series of obviously rehearsed movements of a kata, her movements almost mechanical in their precision and her breath smooth and controlled.
The Handmaiden released a final pent up breath and straightened, her eyes opening and focusing on the Exile in the doorway. She said nothing, waiting for Meetra to speak.
“I would have thought that an Echani warrior would be able to put up more of a fight against a few slavers.” The Handmaiden looked away, but not before Meetra noticed the shame in her grey eyes. “You want to tell me what happened?”
“I am the Last of the Handmaidens. I train so that one day, this will not be so. I still have much to learn.” She looked up, cool grey eyes meeting the green of the Exile’s own. “Atris says that you have stared into the heart of war. You know battle – its flows and currents. I do not wish to presume, but will you instruct me while I travel with you?”
Meetra crossed her arms and took a half step back, her weight resting on her back foot. She looked the Handmaiden up and down for a moment before replying.
“I don’t know what someone like me could teach an Echani. But if instruction in battle is what you want from me, you are welcome to it. You just have to make it worth my while. What am I getting in exchange?”
The Handmaiden thought on this for a moment before replying.
“I will teach you the ways of the Echani in fighting with your body. Battle is a pure form of expression. It is poetry, reduced to movement and motion. I hope that I can convey some of its beauty to you. Strip.” The command caught Meetra by surprise and she stared for a moment as the Handmaiden quickly unclasped her belt and pulled her top over her head. Meetra didn’t miss the way that the action pushed the Echani’s sizeable breasts together, causing them to strain her plan black bra.
Meetra stepped into the cargo hold and the door slid shut behind her. The pleasant view was interrupted by her own garments as she lifted them over her head, unbuckled her belt and stepped out of her pants. Moving the clothes to the corner, she turned to appraise the Handmaiden and had to suppress a gasp at the Echani’s physique. She was taller than Meetra and was all toned muscles and smooth skin, paler than her own from years spent underground training under Atris. Meetra’s eyes traced downward and she started at the noticeable bulge formed in the Handmaiden’s simple black panties. Now that she hadn’t expected to see. Her tongue unconsciously worked its way across her bottom lip.
The Echani took position several paces across the cargo bay.
“I do not understand how you and Atris fight, but I will instruct you on how Echani children are raised on warfare.” Meetra raised an eyebrow at that, but did not interrupt. “All Echani fighting principles rely on foundations. If one does not understand the most basic of fighting moves, it is not possible to understand the higher tiers. It is similar to learning the alphabet of a language before being able to use words, then sentences. As a foundation, I will instruct you in our elementary movements. The body itself is the first weapon you must master. It is not something that can be described – let us duel, you and I, and that shall teach you more than my words can.”
With that, the Handmaiden shifted her stance to one that Meetra did not recognise.
“Come, Exile, and let us see what I can teach you.”
Meetra closed the distance and struck.
The two had been sparring for over an hour. As a Meetra’s physical fitness was beyond superb, and she had maintained her physique even through her years of exile. The Echani, however, was taller and stronger than the former Jedi. Limited as she was to using the basic Echani forms that the Handmaiden had taught her, Meetra found herself outmatched. In a duel where her opponent knew exactly what she was allowed to do, there was no surprise or trickery. Her only hope of victory lay in flawless execution.
Fighting the lithe Echani without using any Jedi techniques or the dirty tricks she’d picked up across a thousand worlds was like fighting with one arm tied behind her back, but she would learn.
‘Focus’ She scowled to herself as she was sent tumbling to the floor. Her hands left imprints of sweat as she pushed herself to her feet, turning around to face her opponent for what felt like the hundredth time and she had to suppress a gasp.
The beautiful Echani across from her was flushed, her creamy breasts heaving, her cleavage emphasised by the simple black bra that she wore. As Meetra watched, a trail of sweat beaded, travelling down across the other woman’s perfectly toned stomach, continuing down until…
Meetra stared at black panties were stretched forward to accommodate the large bulge that had formed, failing miserably to in hiding the cock and balls that were its cause.
“That’s, uhh…”
The Echani sighed.
“I told you that I honoured the face of my mother. My body also honours aspects of my father. I apologise for my bluntness – repeated duels are of special significance to the Echani. I suppose I was caught up in our instruction. On Telos, other Handmaidens would often honour me with relief after our bouts.”
Meetra’s eyes had not moved from the Handmaiden’s crotch. In fairness, the Echani had made no move to turn away or hide her erection. Echani were not known for false modesty.
Meetra collected herself, meeting the Handmaiden’s eye even as her own cock began to stiffen. It had been a few days since she’d last had any action.
“You mean to tell me that you’ve been having sex with your sisters?” Handmaiden looked away, embarrassed.
“No. I am the Last of the Handmaidens. It would not be right to engage them in intercourse.” Her stone grey eyes told another story, Meetra saw. She’d thought about it. Maybe even fantasised about it. “When they deigned to relieve me, it was through the use of their hands.”
Meetra closed the distance between the two, her hands alighting on the Handmaiden’s smooth hips, her touch light and teasing. “Would you like me to relieve you?”, She says.
The Echani released a shaky breath and she nodded, her cock twitching hopefully at Meetra.
Meetra guided her over to the workbench that sat against the wall, still covered in tools and the open innards of the powerful disruptor pistol she’d taken from Luxa’s body. Sweeping them to one side, the Handmaiden turned, sitting on the edge of the bench with her legs apart, her panties still tented proudly.
Meetra keyed in a command to the door panel, then turned to saunter towards the Handmaiden as the door sealed behind her. She settled down on both knees between the Echani’s pale thighs. “Let’s see what you’ve got here.” She says as she slowly pulls the Handmaiden’s panties down, allowing the semi-hard cock to flop out. It was slowly reaching full rigidity – as Meetra watched it continued to harden, jumping slightly with every pulse of the Echani’s heart.
She wrapped her hand around the base and gave it a few quick pumps.. Meetra stroked faster, bringing the other woman to full mast. The cock before her was beautiful: slightly shorter than her own equipment at a (still impressive) eight inches, but with more girth and a larger ballsack just begging to be fondled. “Did your sisters ever use their mouths to relieve you?” Meetra asks.
“No, they did not. Our sexual interactions were purely for practicality’s sake… Echani etiquette generally dictates that anything more than the use of hands is to be reserved for more romantic relationships.”, Handmaiden says, her voice as even as if they were discussing the weather. Meetra wonders what it will take to shake that unflappable calm.
“That’s foolish. You’ve been missing out, then. Here, relax and let me show you.” Meetra says, dipping her head and slowly running her tongue up the Echani’s throbbing length. The Handmaiden hissed in pleasure, parting her thighs wider to give Meetra easier access. Meetra took the Echani’s cock into her mouth and massaged it with her tongue, getting it nice and lathered up. She bobbed her head up and down on the Handmaiden’s rod with one hand busy pumping the length of the shaft. Her other hand snaked its way up to the Echani’s chest to uncover her firm round breasts, glistening with sweat from their exertions. Two hard nipples pointed proudly into the cool recycled air, just begging to be played with. Removing the cock from her mouth with a muted pop, Meetra instructed her to do just that.
The Handmaiden hesitated. “That is not wise. It would not be appropriate for me to escalate this any further. My Sisters say-” Meetra stops her before she can go on.
“Forget what your sisters think!”, Meetra said, “They’re not here. It’s only us. I just want to thank you properly for training with me.” Meetra stood and leaned into the Handmaiden, their bodies flush against one another. She whispered into her ear. “Besides, it feels really good. Let me show you.”
Meetra took a nipple into her mouth, licking and suckling at the dark bud. The Echani gasped, a crack finally showing in her calm exterior. She’s disciplined, but not unfeeling. Meetra knows that she’s gotten through to the other woman when the Handmaiden begins playing with her other nipple herself. She pinches and tweaks it while Meetra works the other with her tongue, occasionally biting down lightly. The Echani’s cock jumps when she does that. Meetra gives it a few firm pumps and it rewards her by releasing a fat dollop of pre onto her palm.
Meetra grinned evilly, looking the Handmaiden in the eye. “If you liked that, you’ll love this. I’ll show you.” The Echani nodded. Meetra grabbed her hips and dragged her forward on the workbench, bringing her tight winking asshole into easy reach. She teased around the Handmaiden’s puckered hole, massaging it with pre-cum. The Handmaiden hissed again. Her cock twitched and produced another fat dollop of pre. Force, her ass is sensitive. “I almost forgot,” Meetra said. “Tell me when you’re about to cum.” That was enough preparation. Tortuously slowly, Meetra inserted her middle finger into the Handmaiden’s ass. To distract her, she took the throbbing length back into her mouth, forcing herself downward until her lips kissed the base of the Echani’s prick. Meetra inserted another finger and pistoned her fingers slowly while she deep-throated the Handmaiden’s cock. She continued until the Handmaiden’s bucked her hips and warned: “I’m almost there, Exile.”
Meetra quickly withdrew her fingers from the Handmaiden’s ass, leaving only aching need behind. “One last thing, then I’ll let you cum. Get up and turn around.”
The Echani’s face was flushed red. Obviously too turned on to object to being ordered around, she turned around and allowed the Exile to bend her over the workbench and nudge her legs apart. Her tits pressed against the surface, cold durasteel meeting hot skin.
Meetra couldn’t help but take a moment to appreciate the sight before her. Her eyes traced downwards, taking in what had to be one of the most beautiful asses and the best cock she’d ever seen, separated by a cute little taint and a perfectly proportioned ballsack. She wanted nothing more than to sink her own dick into that perfect ass and fuck her until- Focus, she scolded herself. These things took time, and if everything worked out the way she hoped, the Handmaiden would eventually beg Meetra to fuck her.
She spread the Handmaiden’s asscheeks with both hands and dipped her head in to run her tongue slowly across her asshole. The white-haired beauty let out another sigh and her puckered entrance winked invitingly. Meetra obliged it, sticking her face right in and spearing her tongue into the Echani’s asshole. The taste was absolutely intoxicating – musky and sweaty and somehow feminine – she could happily rim this ass all day. She renewed her efforts, licking and wiggling her tongue around, worshipping every inch of the Echani’s ass she could reach. Her hands worked busily, one spreading the Handmaiden’s rosebud wide while the other pumped mercilessly at her throbbing length.
A cry broke her from her reverie. “Close, Exile. Close!” Meetra redoubled her efforts, plunging her tongue as deep as she could into the Handmaiden’s ass and pumping her cock as fast as she could. The beautiful Echani let out a moan and her whole body tensed up under Meetra’s ministrations. Her fat cock pulsed, shooting rope after rope of alabaster cum onto the side of the workbench and onto the floor.
“I bet nothing your Sisters did felt that good.” Meetra said.
There was no response at first. “No, it didn’t. That felt amazing, Exile.”
“You know, I still have plenty of tricks to teach you...”. “The Handmaiden’s lips twitched into what could almost be called a smile.
“And I to teach you, Exile. I hope that we will do this again.”
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Haven't had an update in a while, but I've found time to write a little bit more lately. There's probably a couple of continuity errors since I've written these chapters so far apart, but I'll go and fix those at some point.
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