Anger Management Part 1 (Anakin/Aayla Secura/Shaak Ti) (Patreon)

“I don’t need this, master. I don’t have a problem!” Anakin said.

Obi Wan looked over at him, the pair standing outside one of the many futuristic doors housed inside the Jedi Temple. “Your tone tells a different story.”

“I’m not—” Anakin forced himself to stop, realizing he wasn’t helping his case. He carried on at a more relaxed volume. “I don’t have ‘anger issues,’ master. I’m just passionate about our causes.”

“Passion is a slippery slope,” Obi Wan said. “Whether or not you, or even I, completely agree with the council’s verdict, the fact remains that two jedi masters, including a sitting member of the council, have offered to help with this perceived problem. Masters Secura and Ti are both busy, yet they made time for this. You will do the same.”

“Yes, master,” Anakin bit out. 

He narrowly stopped himself from crossing his arms, deeming the gesture too petulant and only likely to hurt his case. Under Obi Wan’s expectant gaze, Anakin entered the room.

The first thing that he noticed was that it was dimmer than he predicted. In fact, it was dark enough that it was outright difficult to see. There were no lights on and the shutters over the windows barely let in light. Aside from the darkness, this seemed to be a room designed for sleeping, having a wider version of the simple hard beds that most bedrooms in the temple sported.

Anakin’s jaw dropped.

Even if the light was dim, it was still bright enough for him to see the bed. On the right, Master Aayla Secura was sitting on her hip, her blue legs stretched out across the bed, looking like the subject of a painting. Then, on the left, was Master Shaak Ti, a mature Togruta. 

Both of the women were wearing no clothes, their blue and orange bodies respectively completely bared, including Shaak Ti’s large breasts and her partner’s fit blue body.

“You’re here. Good. Remove your clothes,” Shaak Ti said.

“Excuse me?” Anakin said.

“Your clothes. They are in the way,” Shaak Ti said. “It should not be a great sacrifice to remove them. They seem to be causing you discomfort already.”

Her eyes indicated where her attention was, right on the spot between Anakin’s legs where his loose brown robes had started bulging out. 

It was just natural! Jedi still had male urges. Anakin would know that better than anyone…

“Look, what is this about?” he said. “You’re supposed to have some special program for helping me with anger issues that I don’t even have—”

He was put to a stop when Shaak Ti inclined her head at Aayla, and the two female masters decided to use the force to remove Anakin’s clothes for him, since he had been dragging his feet. He was stripped in just a few seconds, at which point his privates were put completely on display.

Master Ti only briefly looked at Anakin’s dick, but Aayla stared at it directly with wide eyes. It was very big, even Anakin knew that. Apparently, it was big enough that Aayla couldn’t take her eyes off it.

“This is a very ancient practice,” Shaak Ti said, disregarding her partner’s stunned fascination. “Male Jedi have faced their urges since time immemorial. In particular, those who are young have a hard time managing their lust. But lust is not forbidden to Jedi. Love is dangerous, risking the dark side. Pleasures of the flesh, without such burdens as love, are one of the most effective ways to avert a fall to the dark side.”

“So… what? We’re here to have sex?” Anakin asked, laughing slightly as he asked the question, because this seemed ridiculous. 

“Yes.” Shaak Ti spread her legs apart, showing him her pussy, the lips of which stretched open a bit to display her orange insides. Next to her, with a touch more hesitating, Aayla did the same. “You require a place to funnel your excessive emotions. We will serve that purpose.”

Right about then, the logical part of Anakin’s brain told him: Hold on.

He’d been annoyed by this thing from the moment they told him it was required. He thought that the council was assuming, again, about his mental state, without really understanding him at all. So even though Obi Wan told him to go along with it, Anakin had been dragging his feet, and he entered the room with more than a fair amount of skepticism.

He was still extremely skeptical, of course. But… Weren’t they just telling him to have sex?

No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see it any other way. Not just sex, either, but sex with two of the sexiest jedi in the whole Jedi Order. They’d stripped him, invited him to do as he wished, and were still sitting there patiently for him to start.

Why the fuck wouldn’t he go along with that?

Anakin marched forward. Aayla shifted, and it was her who he went to first.

Shaak Ti looked at Anakin’s dick, assessing its girth calmly. “That will require preparations to make usable. Begin, Master Secura.”

The Twi’lek gulped. She seemed to have at least a few minor reservations, as opposed to Shaak Ti who was treating this as nothing. But Aayla glanced up at Anakin's nude body, looking over his muscles and face and the massive penis hovering right in her face.

She moved forward, spreading her lips, and started to suck.

Aayla went up and down. She bobbed her head, popped it off, and placed her face underneath Anakin’s dick, licking it up to the tip. Aayla wiggled her tongue back and forth as it stuck out of her mouth. Anakin grunted. Aayla moved her hand up and down his “lightsaber,” stroking it using the spit she had left there.

Once a Twi’lek, always a Twi’lek, Anakin mused. Even as a jedi, she was good at this kind of thing. Maybe Shaak Ti knew it too, and that’s why she got Aayla involved in this scheme. Or maybe he wasn't the first male jedi who’d had this service performed.

Aayla put her lips around him again and started moving her head up and down his dick. Shaak Ti approached and kneeled behind her, putting her arms around Ayla's blue torso and pressing her large breasts into Aayla's back.

“You have feelings, correct?” she asked Anakin. “Urges, even? We are here to rid you of those. We’ll bleed them from your body. So, proceed to let them out.”

Anakin’s body moved on its own. He grabbed Aayla’s blue Twi by the ends. “Urp?” Aayla exclaimed, looking up at him with his dick stuffed in her mouth.

Seconds later, his dick was down in her throat. Anakin had yanked her Head Tails so that she shot to the base of his dick. Instead of letting her up, he kept his grip on her Twi and moved his hips back, just to bring them forward powerfully.

Anakin moved like he was having sex, as if he was pounding a woman from behind. Except instead of a well cushioned ass, he was fucking Aayla’s face. The jedi master started dripping spit off her chin. It fell down on her perky breasts, which Shaak began to rub, making them shine. 

“Ur! Ur! Ur!” Anakin grunted.

Deep down, he started to wonder if perhaps the jedi DID have a point all along. He hated to be wrong, but right now, his body was out of control, blowing off stress that he had no idea he’d accumulated. Aayla swallowed every inch of his outburst, taking his rough affections while moaning quietly.

“Very good,” Shaak Ti said. “You are well on the path to inner peace, Anakin Skywalker. Let it out… Let it ALL out…”

Anakin continued to grunt, moving his hips with complete ferocity. Aayla was having such a hard time by now that she had put her hands up, grabbing onto his hips to try and slow them down, but she was unable to. Anakin’s grip on her Twi rose to crushing proportions. 

This elicited a strange response. Between Aayla’s spread legs, her bare pussy erupted with fluid, squirting all over the top sheet.

“Umph!” Anakin grunted. He released his “Frustrations” straight down Aayla’s throat.

“Exactly,” Shaak Ti said. “Release your troubles, and we will swallow them up.”

She meant it literally. Gulping, Aayla swallowed up Anakin’s cum without missing one drop. 

“A good start,” Shaak Ti said approvingly. “However, you have many more frustrations, don’t you, young one?” 

Normally, being called “young one” would have annoyed Anakin, but today he didn't mind it. Maybe it was the mature, suave tone that she used. Or it was the knowledge of what she was alluding to.

“Yes, we have much work to do,” Shaak Ti said. And she turned around, bending over, arching her back in an implicit offering. “Let us begin.”

Minutes later, Anakin had joined the masters on the bed. He was repeatedly pounding Shaak Ti from behind while giving Aayla an equal amount of attention.

Annakin had hoisted Aayla into the air using just one hand, his fingers dug into her ass. He was biting her bright blue tits, leaving Aayla moaning and clinging onto him. Meanwhile, his hips brought his dick forward and shoved it deep into Shaak Ti, blowing the mature jedi’s back out.

“Do not… Hold onto… Your feelings,” Shaak Ti moaned.

Aayla just moaned, her head thrown back and her Twi dangling as Anakin hoisted and bit her body. He slapped Shaak Ti’s ass with his other hand.

“A good blow!” she cried out. “That is the way! Release it all!”

Anakin did, directly into her pussy. He creampied her and kept fucking. It was what she was asking for (demanding of him, really). His job was to fuck and not think about anything else.

After a while, Anakin pulled out of Shaak Ti, dropping Aayla onto the bed. He descended on the Twi’lek and fucked her from above, pressing his cock into her depths. Aayla’s eyes bulged. When Anakin grabbed one of her Twi, bringing it to his mouth and sucking on the end, Aayla squealed, lifting her back. The noises she was making weren’t very jedi-like.

Anakin fucked her while her legs flaired around and her pussy squirted on his dick. Aayla was tighter than Shaak Ti, her whole body fitting Anakin’s dick like a glove that was one size too small. Just like with Shaak Ti, Anakin fucked Aayla until he was ready to cum and did so inside, thinking about nothing but his desires.

All three of them in the room were powerful jedi with the conditioning that came with it. Anakin switched between the female aliens, fucking them in a dozen different positions. Throughout it, Aayla’s moans and Shaak Ti’s coaching urged him on. 

Finally, more than two hours later, Anakin lay in the bed with his hands behind his head. Aayla and Shaak Ti were laying on their stomachs on opposite sides of him, his erect dick sticking up between them. They licked it from opposite sides, running their tongues over him, cum dripping out of their cunts the entire time. The white liquid Anakin’s dick had imparted stood out especially brightly against their exotic pigments. 

Under the care of their tongues, Anakin reached another orgasm, squirting his load straight up in the air. His dick finally began to soften while his cum came down, landing on the girls’ faces.

They looked at him, wearing their fresh facials proudly. While Anakin observed them, they observed him in return.

“The treatment seems to have been effective,” Shaak Ti said.

Shockingly, she wasn’t wrong. Anakin felt clear headed. After two hours of exacting every fantasy that popped into his head, he felt completely calm. As if he’d opened up a pleasant emptiness inside of him.

“He’ll need additional treatments, won’t he?” Aayla asked.

She sounded hopeful.

“Of course,” Shaak Ti said. “Anger always accumulates, often surprisingly quickly. We must be dutiful if we wish to keep it contained.”

Aayla quickly smiled, and so did Anakin.He could get used to this as part of his routine.

He just had to pretend that he wasn’t happy about it the next time Obi Wan brought it up. Otherwise, his old master would be SO smug.