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A Galaxy of Magic (Ch. 19)
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A Galaxy of Magic
Chapter 19
Early the following morning, the girls claimed the bathroom for themselves. The sunken tub, the size of a small swimming pool, overflowed with heated water, and clouds of perfumed steam curled around the duo. Shaak Ti sat with her back to the edge, her red skin gleaming wetly under the magical lighting. She crossed her legs and massaged soap into her large, perky breasts, then slid a hand up and along the striped length of her montrals. She worked slowly, as if savoring the time it took to clean every inch of herself.
Aayla floated in the center of the pool, the tips of her lekku trailing behind her. She surfaced, shook water from her face, and reached for the bar of soap Shaak Ti had left perched on the ledge. “Give it here,” she called out, flicking droplets at her friend.
Shaak Ti tossed the soap underhand, then watched as Aayla began to work the lather into the tight muscle of her lekku. Aayla was less methodical than Shaak, but she made up for it with intensity. Each squeeze and scrub left her skin glimmering, the pale blue vibrant beneath the soapy sheen.
“I can never reach the base of these,” Aayla complained, craning her neck to peer at the spot where her lekku met her shoulder blades. “Every time I try, it feels like my spine’s about to snap.”
Shaak Ti’s eyes drifted closed as she massaged the last of the suds from her chest. “Do you want some help?”
Aayla turned and floated closer, kicking gently until she anchored herself between Shaak’s spread knees. Shaak Ti reached up, wiped the lather from Aayla’s back with cupped hands, then pressed her thumbs into the muscle at the base of each lekku. Aayla shuddered, sighing out a quiet moan that sounded both sensual and grateful.
“That’s the spot,” Aayla groaned.
They sat in silence for a minute, listening to the sound of the jets churning the heated water. Aayla arched her back, thrusting her naked breasts out as Shaak hit a very pleasurable spot. The smell of the soapy water was very relaxing, and for a moment, both were content to say nothing and just exist in the warm, weightless water.
Aayla broke the quiet first. “What do you think Harry’s doing right now?”
Shaak Ti smiled, then drew her hands away and wiped them on the edge of the tub. “He’s either still asleep, or he’s fooling around with Maris.” She looked thoughtful. “Maris can barely keep her hands off of him.”
Aayla snorted, then collapsed against the tile, water sloshing up and over the side. “I can’t really blame her. We were all deprived of physical affection for so long. She’s just making up for lost time.”
“I can’t decide if that’s a good or a bad thing. We spend so much time indulging our carnal desires, but truthfully, now that I’ve experienced a real orgasm, I’m loath to go back to how things were before,” Shaak Ti said, more amused than worried. She cupped her hands and poured water over her chest, watching as the foam ran in thick rivulets down her body, between her round breasts, and back into the pool. She was completely unselfconscious about her nudity, but she did catch Aayla sneaking a glance at her breasts as the water beaded and rolled across them.
Aayla’s gaze lingered, but Shaak didn’t mind. “Does it ever feel strange to you?” she asked. “I mean, with so much on the line, the three of us have no right to be so satisfied and content.”
Shaak Ti thought about it, then shook her head. “Not really. I think we deserve to feel good after everything we’ve lost. Besides …” She reached out and rubbed a drop of water off Aayla’s nipple, which hardened instantly at the touch. “ …I like seeing you relaxed for once.”
Aayla’s lips stretched into a lazy smile. “I am relaxed. For now, at least, but we’re not out of this yet.” She let her body sink beneath the water until only the tips of her lekku and her face broke the surface. “We need to decide what comes next, once the ship is repaired.”
Shaak Ti nodded. “I know.” She leaned her head back against the tile and stared up at the ceiling. “Our main goal is to try and find any Jedi that survived the purge, but frankly, I’m not sure how we even begin.”
Aayla surfaced, wringing out her lekku with both hands. “I don’t think it matters where we go or how we start. One place is as good as the next. We’re going to be flying blind until we get some reliable intel.”
Shaak Ti shrugged, but her tone was gentle. “I think the most important thing is to get away from the Galactic Core. The Empire has saturated this section of the galaxy. It’s too risky to stay for any significant amount of time.”
“You’re right about that,” Aayla said and stood up, her body gleaming in the overhead light. She stepped out onto the warm tile and stretched, then turned to look over her shoulder at Shaak Ti. “We should talk to Harry first, before we make any big plans.”
Shaak Ti followed her out, not bothering to dry off. “We should,” she agreed.
They padded through the corridor in silence, naked and dripping, unbothered by the prospect of being seen. Aayla paused outside the bedroom door, grinning as she heard Harry’s moan and Maris’s giggle in reply. “You want to do the honors?” she asked Shaak Ti. Shaak Ti rolled her eyes as she smiled and shoved the door open.
Aayla and Shaak Ti stepped into the bedroom, still naked and dripping, and found a scene straight out of a depraved fantasy. The covers had been thrown aside, exposing Harry in all his glory. His muscular, nude body was sprawled flat on his back across the wide bed. Maris was straddling his lap, her knees splayed wide. Her breasts rose and fell as she rolled her hips with slow, hungry intent. Harry’s cock lay pinned between their bodies, glistening with Maris’s juices as she ground herself against its length. Each upward stroke of her hips painted the underside of his cock in a glossy, wet sheen.
Shaak Ti whistled appreciatively, and Harry looked over at their wet, dripping bodies. He waved his hand and dried them instantly. Shaak smiled as she crawled up onto the bed and settled beside Harry’s right shoulder. Aayla followed, crawling herself over to Harry’s left. She let her lekku rest against his chest as she studied the erotic scene of Maris’s wet pussy lips hugging the sides of his shaft as she dragged them back and forth.
“I told you they were fooling around,” Shaak Ti amusedly murmured, brushing a finger along the crease of Harry’s bicep.
Harry moaned and blinked up at the two new arrivals. He managed a crooked, delighted smile. “Am I in trouble?” he asked, and his voice was still rough from sleepiness.
Maris answered by dragging her pussy even harder along his cock. “You’re about to be, if you don’t make me cum soon,” she purred. Her hips never stopped moving. Every shift of her body squeezed Harry’s cock between her slick folds. Maris then pressed harder, gasping as she mashed her clit against his shaft. She leaned forward, hands braced on Harry’s chest, and looked back at Aayla. “Are you two here to join in, or are you just going to watch?”
Aayla laughed and let her hand slide down Harry’s torso, pausing just below his navel. Her fingers danced through the damp patch Maris had left behind. “Maybe both,” she said, her voice light but laced with hunger. “You seem to be doing fine on your own.”
Maris smirked, but her eyes were hooded with lust. “He’s so hard,” she whispered and moaned. She reached down and gripped Harry’s cock just below the head, squeezing it tight and guiding it so that every pass of her slit brushed directly over the sensitive tip. Harry shuddered and lifted his hips, trying to find more contact, but Maris wasn’t quite ready to let him have it.
Shaak Ti pressed her lips to Harry’s jawline and trailed soft kisses down his neck and onto his throat. “She’s such a tease,” Shaak said to him, nipping his skin with her teeth.
“You’re all teases,” Harry replied, his voice full of amusement.
Maris shifted her weight and lowered herself until Harry’s cock was trapped even more firmly. She ground in tight circles, gasping softly as the ridge of his head dragged hard over her clit. The movement forced Harry’s cock flat to his belly, but he didn’t complain. He seemed to enjoy the sensation.
Aayla brought her face close to Harry’s, her eyes searching. “You like how that feels?” she whispered. She wanted to try that herself.
Harry could only nod breathlessly. “Yeah,” he croaked through the pleasure. Maris drew a hand up and began to play with her own breasts, pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger until they stood stiff and pink. Her mouth fell open, and her movements got even sloppier, wetter, and more desperate. She began to pant as she worked to wring every ounce of pleasure from his body.
Shaak Ti, watching all this, leaned across Harry and kissed Maris’s lips. Maris indulged herself, her tongue already seeking out Shaak’s, greedy for more. The two women kissed fiercely, hands roaming each other’s bodies, while Aayla nuzzled into the crook of Harry’s shoulder and began to whisper dirty encouragements into his ear.
“You want to fuck her, don’t you?” Aayla breathed, soft but intense. “You want to feel her squeeze your cock while I ride your face?”
Harry bucked involuntarily, almost throwing Maris off balance.
“Someone’s eager,” Shaak Ti amusedly commented, drawing a line down Harry’s sternum with a fingernail.
Maris looked back and flashed a pleasured smile at Aayla. “I’m ready,” she said, her voice nearly breaking. “Please, just …”
Aayla knew exactly what she wanted and reached for Harry’s cock, which was now slippery, and angled it upward. Maris rose up on her knees, her body trembling. Aayla leaned down and took the swollen head into her mouth, sucking just hard enough to make Harry moan. She twisted her wrist, milking the shaft with her hand as she licked the underside of his head with a flat, insistent tongue.
Maris watched, completely enthralled, while her hips hovered in the air. She then gasped when Aayla let go and slapped the head of Harry’s cock against her clit, spreading a fresh, sticky strand of arousal between them. Aayla looked up at her, her mouth shiny with Maris’s arousal. “How much do you want it?” she asked teasingly.
“Put it in me,” Maris demanded. “Now.”
Aayla’s eyes danced with mirth, and she lined up the head of Harry’s cock at Maris’s entrance. “Take him slowly,” she said, her voice low and lustful.
Maris giggled, but there was truth in her words. Maris’s pussy was very tight, and Harry was very big. She braced herself, then lowered onto Harry in one, slow, agonizing slide. The tip popped in, and Maris had to stop and breathe. She sank further, inch by inch, until she was fully seated and Harry was buried inside her. Maris froze for a second, shuddering at the contact.
“Oh!” Maris whimpered, grinding her hips in tiny circles. “He’s so big.” His cock was rubbing against everything.
Shaak Ti leaned forward, kissing the side of Harry’s face. “You can handle it,” she told her, then licked his ear. “Just take your time.”
Aayla climbed up onto Harry’s chest and straddled his face so that she faced Maris. Her thighs were slick, and her pussy was flushed a deep, aroused blue. She lowered herself until her mound hovered just above Harry’s mouth, then looked down at him and smirked. “You know what to do,” she said.
Harry reached up, grabbed Aayla’s ass, and pulled her down. He opened his mouth and licked along her slit, starting from her clit and ending at her asshole. Aayla gasped and rocked her hips forward, smothering Harry’s mouth with her wet heat.
Shaak Ti watched all of this with a hungry, almost reverent gaze. She dipped two fingers between her own legs, then reached across to Maris and began to massage her clit in tight, wet circles as Maris rode Harry’s cock. Maris whimpered and bucked, her body working hard to keep pace with the onslaught of pleasure.
Aayla ruthlessly rode Harry’s, letting the friction build until every nerve ending was alive and raw. She looked across at Maris and saw that she was losing herself. Her eyes were rolled back, her mouth was open, and her tongue was lolling out. She reached out and grabbed Maris’s breasts, squeezing them firmly, and the two of them locked eyes as they worked Harry in tandem.
Shaak Ti crawled up behind Maris, her own pussy gleaming wet between her thighs. She reached around and played with both Maris’s clit and the base of Harry’s cock, squeezing them together as Maris bounced on Harry’s lap.
Harry moaned into Aayla’s pussy, and the sound vibrated through her and into the base of her spine. She ground down harder, then began to shudder as an orgasm took her by surprise. Her whole body trembled, and she clutched Maris’s shoulders for support as she came. Her juices flooded Harry’s mouth, and he eagerly lapped them up. Aayla squealed out, “Too sensitive!” and climbed off Harry’s face.
Maris felt Aayla’s orgasm and shuddered, her own climax hovering just at the edge. “Don’t stop,” she begged, “Please!”
Aayla leaned over and kissed Harry’s lips, which were still wet from her orgasm. She tasted their combined juices and moaned. With her free hand, she played with Maris’s nipples, pinching them until they stood stiff and begging for attention. Aayla, coming down from her high, looked down at Harry. “Are you going to cum inside her?” she asked, her voice thick with arousal.
Harry looked up with eyes wild. “You know I am.”
Aayla nodded and shifted back to let Maris take over. Maris slammed herself down hard on Harry’s cock, screaming as her own orgasm hit. Her pussy milked him as her walls fluttered and tightened, and Harry let out a deep moan as he came, filling Maris with fat ropes of cum.
Maris collapsed forward, gasping, her forehead resting on Harry’s chest. Shaak Ti kissed her softly on the lips, then reached between their legs to feel the mess they’d made together. Harry groaned as her hand skillfully massaged his balls while Maris’s pussy continued to contract around him. Aayla slid down beside Harry and nestled against his side, stroking his chest as his heartbeat slowed. “I hope she didn’t drain you dry,” she said, teasing.
Harry managed a weak laugh. “I think there’s a little left in the tank.”
“That’s good to hear,” Maris said, her voice muffled by the crook of Harry’s arm. “Are you up for another round?”
Aayla groaned and rolled onto her stomach. “You’re insatiable. I thought I was bad, but you …”
“I’m just taking advantage of our moment of peace,” Maris retorted, sticking her tongue out. She slid off Harry’s lap and landed on her knees between his legs, reaching up to trace her fingers along the slick, still-twitching length of his cock. “He’s already half-hard. It’d be a crime to let that go to waste.”
Shaak Ti rolled onto her side and propped herself up on an elbow. “You’re just greedy,” she teased, then crawled up behind Maris and pressed her bare breasts against her back. Her hands moved low, one cupping Maris’s tit while the other drifted between her legs. Shaak rolled her nipple and clit at the same time, making Maris moan loudly.
Aayla watched, her eyes narrowing with mischief. She crawled up beside Shaak and Maris, then angled herself so that her ass was pointed straight at Harry. “If you’re so eager, why don’t you start us off?” she said over her shoulder, her lekku flopping as she tilted her head.
Harry didn’t need to be asked twice. He climbed up and knelt behind Aayla, his cock already stiffening in anticipation. He reached out and ran a hand along the length of Aayla’s back, feeling the ripple of muscle beneath blue skin. He traced her spine down to her ass, then cupped the firm roundness and squeezed. He used his thumb to spread one cheek open, giving him a peek at her tight asshole. Harry pressed his thumb against it and circled her rim.
Aayla wiggled her hips invitingly. “Come on, Harry. I’m waiting.” Her pussy was dripping wet and ready for action.
Maris leaned back into Shaak Ti’s embrace, her eyes half-lidded. “He should start with Shaak,” Maris said, her voice low and thick with lust. “She hasn’t orgasmed yet.”
Aayla didn’t disagree. “You heard the girl. Get to it, Harry.”
Shaak Ti pulled away from Maris and got on all fours beside Aayla, her hips swaying side to side. Just like Aayla, her slick, bald lips were drenched with arousal. “Don’t hold back,” she challenged, looking at Harry over her shoulder.
Harry lined himself up behind Shaak, one hand on her hip, the other guiding his cock to her opening. She was already soaked, her lips slick and ready for him. He pressed in, feeling the resistance give way as the head of his cock popped inside her. Shaak Ti gasped, her fingers digging into the bed, and she pushed back against him, hungry for more.
He drove forward, burying himself deep in a single, relentless thrust. Her wet pussy squelched loudly as he split her open. Shaak Ti groaned and then gasped when her g-spot was hit. Harry set a fast and punishing rhythm, his hips slapping against her ass with every stroke. Her thick cheek rippled and jiggled from the brutal force. Shaak Ti met every thrust, moaning louder and louder, her breasts swaying beneath her.
Maris watched, transfixed by the sight, with one hand between her own legs, and the other reaching up to twist and tug at her nipple. She crawled up next to Shaak Ti and kissed her rippling ass cheek. She then reached between Shaak’s legs and lightly rolled her clit.
Harry could feel himself building toward orgasm, the pressure increasing with every frantic thrust. He reached out and grabbed Aayla’s ass with his free hand, squeezing her blue flesh as he fucked Shaak Ti. The visual contrast of their bodies … the blue and red and pale, all pressed together, made the moment even more intense.
Shaak Ti’s moans grew desperate, and she shuddered. Her pussy clamped down around Harry’s cock as she came hard, her body milking him with each convulsion. The sensation pushed Harry over the edge, and he slammed forward one last time, burying himself deep as he came inside her. He stayed there, panting as he pumped her full of cum.
He pulled out slowly, and his cock was immediately enveloped by Maris’s mouth. She sucked him clean, swallowing every drop, then let him go with a satisfied pop. “I told you he was ready for round two,” she said, grinning happily.
Aayla didn’t give Harry time to recover. She raised her ass even higher, used her hands to spread herself open, and looked back at him. “My turn,” she demanded.
Harry didn’t hesitate. He lined himself up behind Aayla, rubbed the head of his cock up and down the length of her dripping slit, and slid in, her pussy tight and velvety around him. He started off slowly, savoring the way her pussy clung to his shaft, then built up speed until he was pounding her with abandon.
Aayla’s lekku whipped back and forth, and she reached under herself to rub her clit, desperate for another orgasm. Harry grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto him, fucking her as deep as he could go. The sounds of skin slapping, wet pussy squelching, and breathless moans filled the room.
Shaak Ti and Maris watched, their eyes locked on the pair. Maris fingered herself furiously, desperate to cum again, while Shaak Ti reached out to stroke Aayla’s ass, encouraging her onward.
Harry could feel his second orgasm building, slower this time, but even more powerful. He thrust harder and faster, and he pressed his thumb against her asshole and rubbed it in circles until Aayla screamed, her body convulsing with a blinding climax. The feeling of her cumming around his cock pushed Harry over the edge, and he came with a shuddering groan, filling her with a thick, sticky load.
Harry pulled out, and this time it was Shaak Ti who leaned down and took him into her mouth. She wasn’t content to just lick him clean. Instead, she wildly and forcefully bobbed her head, taking him all the way down her throat. Harry fell back on the bed, and Shaak somehow kept him in her throat all the way down. Harry groaned, and Aayla and Maris snuggled into each side of him. All three watched Shaak suck him off. When she pulled away from his cock, it was as hard as a rock. Shaak smirked and mounted him, taking him into her pussy with one drop of her hips. As she began riding him, Harry knew that they wouldn’t be getting any work done that morning, and he was perfectly fine with that.
Comments
BitchyCatWizard
Was browsing several fanwikis and Wikipedia to see who survived order-66 in canon. To see if I could guess/predict if any would show up or join Harry and the girls. There was several!! I really like this fic hope you continue
Alun Lewis
That's true...but maybe the description was intending to describe how awkward it is to get to the lekku's tail ends when tend to only hang down a Twi'lek's back, because trying to reach back and grab them (without having to lean forward first) is like trying to reach the middle on your spine if you're not double-jointed?
travis btmb
Tftc
Rian Huizar
Small point of contention, but a Twilek's lekku are attached to the back/sides of their heads as they hold extensions of their brains. Your description makes it sound like Aayla has them attached to her shoulders?
Cody
This was an excellent chapter. I always enjoy Harry being intimate with his girls :)
