Weekly Poll #22 - OC / Ahsoka Tano {Story 37} (Star Wars) (Patreon)

Weekly Poll #22 - OC / Ahsoka Tano {Story 37}

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The dust still hung in the air over the ruined Jedi outpost when the dark-robed figure stepped through the broken doorway. Ahsoka Tano had been running for weeks after Order 66. Her montrals ached from constant alertness, her lekku heavy with fatigue. She had been scraping by on the fringes, scavenging what she could, staying far from any Imperial patrols. But this place had felt safe for one night.

It wasn’t.

Darth Welrud moved without hurry. His presence pressed against the Force like oil on water—thick, wrong, and impossible to ignore. He was tall, broad through the shoulders, with pale skin and a face that looked carved from stone. His eyes were steady as he watched her draw her lightsabers.

“You’re fast,” he said, voice calm and low. “But not fast enough tonight.”

Ahsoka didn’t waste words. She lunged. The blue blades hummed through the air. Welrud didn’t ignite a saber. Instead he raised one hand and the Force slammed into her like a wall. She hit the far side of the room hard enough to crack the wall behind her. Her sabers clattered to the floor.

He walked over slowly, boots crunching on debris. “I’ve been looking for someone like you. A survivor. Strong in the Force. Resilient.” He crouched in front of her as she tried to push herself up. “You’ll do perfectly for what I have in mind.”

Ahsoka spat blood and glared. “Whatever sick Sith shit you’re planning, you can shove it.”

Welrud smiled without warmth. “We’ll see.”

He didn’t knock her out. He didn’t need to. The dark side wrapped around her like chains, lifting her off the floor and carrying her through the ruined outpost to a hidden ship waiting in the shadows. She fought the whole way, but her body wouldn’t obey. By the time the ship lifted off, she was bound in a containment field in the cargo hold, watching the stars streak past.

The lab was buried on a forgotten moon. Cold stone walls, alchemical sigils glowing faintly on the floor, rows of strange vials and crystals. Welrud stripped her of her outer layers himself, leaving her in the simple underclothes she wore beneath her robes. He worked with clinical efficiency at first—scanning her with devices that hummed and clicked, taking readings of her Force signature, her body’s responses.

Ahsoka stood there, arms bound above her head by invisible force, and tried not to show fear. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

“Enhancing,” Welrud answered. He stepped close, close enough that she could smell the faint metallic tang on him. “The dark side can twist sensation. Pain into pleasure. Resistance into need. I want to see how far a Jedi like you can be pushed.”

He placed his palm flat against her stomach. Heat bloomed under his hand—dark side energy sinking into her skin. It wasn’t pain. It was something worse. A slow, creeping warmth that spread outward, making her nerves light up in ways they shouldn’t. Her nipples tightened against the thin fabric. A low, unwanted throb started between her legs.

Ahsoka clenched her jaw. “Stop.”

Welrud didn’t. He moved his hand lower, pressing between her thighs over the fabric. The warmth intensified. Her clit pulsed hard, suddenly oversensitive. She gasped before she could stop it.

“There it is,” he murmured. “Your body already knows what I can give it. The dark side doesn’t care about your rules. It only cares about what feels good.”

He kept his hand there, rubbing slow circles through the cloth. The sensation built fast—too fast. Ahsoka’s thighs trembled. She tried to twist away but the invisible bonds held her. Her breathing turned ragged.

“Fuck… stop touching me like that.”

“Why?” Welrud asked, voice steady. “It feels good, doesn’t it? Better than it should. That’s the alchemy at work. I’ve laced the energy into your nerves. Every touch will feel ten times stronger. And it will only get worse the more you fight it.”

He was right. The more she tried to resist, the hotter the pleasure burned. Her pussy was already wet, the fabric sticking to her. She could feel her clit swollen and aching under his fingers. When he pressed harder, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through her and she moaned despite herself.

Welrud watched her face the whole time. “That’s it. Let it happen. You’ve spent your whole life denying this kind of feeling. Now you don’t have a choice.”

He pulled the fabric aside and slid two fingers through her folds. Ahsoka jerked hard in the bonds. The slick sound was loud in the quiet lab. Her pussy clenched around nothing, desperate for more. Welrud’s fingers were thick and sure, rubbing her clit in steady circles while he watched every twitch of her expression.

“You’re dripping,” he said, almost conversational. “Look at that. All that Jedi discipline and your cunt is soaking my fingers already.”

Ahsoka’s head dropped forward. Her orange skin was flushed darker across her chest and neck. Her perky tits rose and fell fast with every breath, nipples stiff and visible through the thin top. “This… this isn’t me. You’re doing something to me.”

“I am,” Welrud agreed. He pushed two fingers inside her without warning. Ahsoka cried out, her back arching hard. The stretch felt bigger than it should have, the pleasure sharper. He curled his fingers and rubbed that spot inside her that made her vision blur. “But your body is doing the rest. It wants this. It’s been wanting it for a long time.”

He fucked her with his fingers in steady, deep strokes while his thumb kept working her clit. The wet sounds filled the room. Ahsoka’s thighs shook. Her ass flexed against the invisible bonds. Every time his fingers pushed in, her pussy made a filthy, slick noise that made her face burn hotter.

She came without meaning to. It hit her hard and sudden, her pussy clamping down around his fingers as she squirted down his hand. Her face twisted—eyes squeezed shut, mouth open wide, a broken moan tearing out of her throat. Her legs gave out and she hung from the bonds, trembling.

Welrud didn’t stop. He kept rubbing her through it, dragging the orgasm out until she was whimpering and twitching. Only when she was gasping for air did he pull his fingers free. They were shiny with her cum.

He brought them to her lips. “Taste it.”

Ahsoka turned her head away. “No.”

Welrud gripped her chin and turned her face back. He pressed his fingers against her mouth until she opened. The taste of herself—salty, sweet, wrong—spread across her tongue. He pushed his fingers deeper, making her suck them clean.

“Good girl,” he said quietly. “You’re learning already.”

He left her there for a while after that, bound and shaking, the dark side energy still humming under her skin. The sensitivity didn’t fade. If anything, it got worse. Every brush of air against her wet pussy made her twitch. Her tits felt heavy and sore. She hated how much she wanted him to come back and touch her again.

Hours later—or maybe longer—he returned. This time he had a small vial of glowing red liquid. Alchemical. Dangerous.

“Open,” he ordered.

Ahsoka kept her mouth shut. Welrud pinched her nose until she had to breathe, then poured the liquid down her throat. It burned going down, then spread like fire through her veins. Her whole body lit up. Her pussy clenched hard, dripping fresh wetness down her thighs. Her nipples ached so badly she almost begged him to touch them.

“What the fuck did you give me?” she gasped.

“Something to make everything feel even better,” Welrud said. He stepped behind her and reached around, cupping her tits through the fabric. His hands were big and rough. He squeezed, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, thumbs rubbing over her stiff nipples. Ahsoka moaned loud and helpless. The pleasure was overwhelming now—too much and not enough at the same time.

He pulled her top down, freeing her tits completely. They were full and perky, orange skin marked with white patterns, nipples dark and tight. He mauled them openly, squeezing and lifting, watching how they moved in his hands. Then he pinched both nipples hard and tugged.

Ahsoka’s head fell back against his shoulder. “Fuck—too much—”

“No such thing,” Welrud said against her montral. He kept playing with her tits while one hand slid back down between her legs. He rubbed her clit again, fast and firm. “Your body was made for this. All that strength, all that training… and it still falls apart the second I touch your cunt.”

He pushed his fingers back inside her. Ahsoka sobbed at the stretch. The new alchemical effect made every thrust feel like it was hitting every sensitive spot at once. She came again fast, harder than before, her pussy squirting around his fingers while her tits bounced in his other hand.

Welrud didn’t give her time to recover. He pulled his fingers out of her dripping pussy and wiped the slick mess slowly across the inside of her thick orange thigh, leaving a shiny trail on her skin. The touch made her twitch, her overstimulated nerves firing even from that small contact. Then he stepped right in front of her, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off his body, and started unfastening the front of his dark robes with deliberate, unhurried movements.

Ahsoka’s eyes dropped automatically. His cock sprang free as the fabric parted—thick, heavy, already fully hard and curving slightly upward toward his stomach. The head was flushed a deep, dark color, the shaft ridged with prominent veins that stood out along its length. It was bigger than anything she’d ever taken, longer and girthier than she could have imagined. A bead of precum already glistened at the slit.

Welrud wrapped one big hand around the base and stroked it once, slow and firm, spreading that bead down the head. His voice was low and steady when he spoke. “You’ve been thinking about this since I caught you. Don’t lie to me, Ahsoka. I can smell how wet you are every time you look at it.”

Ahsoka licked her dry lips, trying to keep her breathing even even as her eyes stayed locked on his cock. Her voice came out shaky, caught between defiance and the heat building low in her belly. “I hate you.”

He stepped closer, close enough that the thick head brushed against her swollen clit. The contact made her jerk hard in the invisible bonds, a sharp gasp escaping her. “That doesn’t stop your pussy from dripping every single time you look at it,” he said, rubbing the fat head up and down her slick slit in slow, teasing strokes. Every pass over her clit sent a jolt through her, making her hips try to chase the sensation even though her mind screamed at her to resist. “You’re going to take this. All of it. And you’re going to cum on it until you can’t think straight anymore.”

He didn’t push inside yet. He kept rubbing the head along her folds, coating himself in her wetness, letting the thick ridge drag over her clit again and again. Ahsoka moaned despite herself, her hips rolling forward on instinct. Her perky tits rose and fell faster with every breath, nipples tight and aching. The smell of him was starting to hit her now—strong, masculine musk mixed with the faint metallic tang of the alchemy still humming in the air. It made her head spin in a way she didn’t want to admit.

Welrud watched her face the whole time, eyes steady. “That’s it. Stop fighting it. Let your body have what it wants. Your cunt is already trying to pull me in.”

He finally lined up and pushed the fat head inside. Ahsoka’s mouth fell open on a silent cry, her back arching hard against the bonds. The stretch was intense—thicker than his fingers, hot and unyielding. He worked in slow, shallow thrusts at first, giving her body time to adjust, feeding her inch after thick inch. Her pussy clenched around him greedily, walls fluttering and pulling him deeper with every careful stroke.

“Fuck… it’s too big,” she gasped, voice breaking. Her orange skin was already flushing darker across her chest and cheeks.

“You’ll take it,” Welrud said, voice rough but controlled. He gripped her hips firmly with both hands, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, and pushed deeper, inch by inch, until his hips finally met hers. His cock was buried to the hilt inside her, the pressure against her cervix making her vision blur for a second. “Look at that. Your tight little cunt stretched wide around me. You feel that? Every vein. Every ridge.”

Ahsoka couldn’t answer with words. Her face had gone slack with raw pleasure—eyes half-lidded and glassy, mouth open, a thin line of drool already at the corner of her lips. Every tiny shift of his cock inside her sent fresh sparks through her overstimulated nerves, the alchemy making everything feel magnified and overwhelming.

Welrud started moving. Long, deep strokes that made her ass ripple every time his hips met hers. The wet, filthy sound of his cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy filled the lab—slick squelching mixed with the steady slap of skin on skin. He reached up and grabbed one of her lekku, wrapping the sensitive tendril around his fist and pulling her head back firmly.

Ahsoka moaned loud and broken, her pussy clamping down hard around his cock. Her lekku were always sensitive, but the alchemy had turned them into something else entirely—every tug sent a direct, throbbing pulse of pleasure straight down to her clit and deep inside her cunt. “Oh fuck—don’t—ah! My lekku… it feels too good when you pull like that.”

“You like that,” Welrud said, voice rough and satisfied. He pulled harder on the lekku while he fucked her, using it like a handle to control her movements. His other hand mauled one of her perky tits, squeezing the soft flesh, pinching and tugging the stiff nipple until she gasped. “Your body’s honest even when your mouth isn’t. Look how hard you’re squeezing my cock every time I pull on this pretty lekku. Your cunt is milking me like it never wants me to leave.”

He fucked her harder, hips snapping forward with more force. The chair she was bound to creaked under the strain. Her perky tits bounced and swayed wildly with every thrust, the soft mounds jiggling hypnotically. Her thick thighs trembled. The smell of sex was thick in the air now—her sweet arousal, the heavy masculine musk rolling off his skin and cock, the faint chemical edge of the alchemy still working through her system. It all mixed together and made her head fuzzy with need.

Ahsoka came again, hard and sudden. Her pussy clamped down around his cock like a vice, milking him as she squirted hard around his shaft. Her face twisted in overwhelming pleasure—eyes rolling back, mouth open in a loud, shameless moan that echoed off the stone walls. “Cumming—fuck, I’m cumming again! Oh stars, it’s too much—your cock, my lekku—ah!”

Welrud didn’t slow down. He kept pounding into her through the orgasm, drawing it out, grinding deep every time she clenched. Only when her body finally went limp and her moans turned into broken whimpers did he pull out. His cock was shiny and coated with her cum, thick strands stretching between them for a second before breaking.

He stepped back and released the invisible bonds. Ahsoka’s legs gave out immediately. She dropped to her knees in front of him on the cold floor, breathing hard, cum and her own juices running down the insides of her thick thighs. Her orange skin glistened with sweat.

Welrud gripped her lekku again and pulled her face toward his cock. “Clean it.”

Ahsoka looked up at him, eyes glassy and unfocused. For a second she hesitated, lips parted. Then she leaned forward. The strong, heavy musk of him hit her first—thick, masculine, mixed with the scent of her own cum coating his shaft. It made her pussy clench and fresh wetness leak down her thighs. She moaned softly just from the smell, nuzzling closer before dragging her tongue slowly along the thick shaft from base to head. The taste of herself mixed with his smell exploded on her tongue and she moaned again, louder this time, the combination making her head spin and her clit throb.

She licked him clean with slow, thorough strokes, tongue swirling around the swollen head, lapping up every drop of her own juices. The smell and taste together were turning her on more than she wanted to admit—her body responding with fresh slick between her legs even though she’d just cum. She licked lower, nuzzling against his heavy balls, breathing in the strong musk there before licking them too, tasting the mix of them both. Her eyes fluttered half-closed as she worked, soft moans vibrating around him every time she took the head back into her mouth.

Welrud let her work for a minute, watching her lips stretch around his girth, one hand still loosely holding her lekku. “That’s it. Breathe it in. You like the way I smell on you, don’t you? Makes that greedy cunt even wetter.”

Ahsoka pulled off just long enough to answer, voice husky. “It smells so strong… so fucking good. Makes me want more.” She went back down, taking him deeper into her mouth, tongue working the underside while she sucked. Her free hand came up to stroke what she couldn’t fit, twisting gently. She was getting lost in it—the taste, the smell, the weight of him on her tongue.

“On the table.”

Ahsoka stood on shaky legs and climbed onto the wide alchemical table in the center of the lab. She lay back, legs spread wide, chest heaving. Her orange skin was flushed dark across her perky tits and stomach. Her pussy was puffy, lips parted and shiny with cum and fresh slick.

Welrud climbed onto the table between her thighs. He hooked her long legs over his broad shoulders, folding her nearly in half, and pushed back inside her in one smooth, deep thrust. The new angle made him hit even deeper than before. Ahsoka’s back arched hard off the table, a loud moan tearing from her throat.

He fucked her like that—deep, steady strokes that made her perky tits bounce and sway heavily with every impact. The soft flesh jiggled and rippled as he pounded into her. He reached down and rubbed her swollen clit in firm circles while he moved, his other hand gripping one of her thick thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her cum-filled pussy were loud and filthy.

“You’re going to cum again,” he told her, voice low and rough. “And again. Until your body forgets what it felt like to not be full of my cock. Your lekku, your tits, this tight cunt—everything belongs to this feeling now.”

Ahsoka’s hands fisted in the sheets beneath her. Her face was completely lost—eyes unfocused and glassy, mouth open wide, tongue out as she moaned with every deep thrust. “Yes—fuck, yes. Don’t stop. I need it. Your cock feels so fucking good stretching me like this.”

Welrud leaned down and kissed her hard, tongue sliding into her mouth while he kept pounding into her. The kiss was messy and deep. One hand slid up to grab her lekku again, pulling firmly as he fucked her. The dual sensation made her moan louder into his mouth.

She came again, legs shaking hard around his shoulders, pussy squirting around his cock. Her whole body locked up for a second before she started trembling. “Cumming—oh fuck, I’m cumming again! Your cock—too much!”

Welrud fucked her through it, then pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach on the table. He pulled her hips up so her ass was high in the air and pushed back inside from behind in one thrust. One hand gripped her lekku and pulled her head back while the other reached under to rub her clit again.

Ahsoka pushed back to meet him, moaning into the table. “Harder—fuck me harder. I want to feel it tomorrow. Your cock feels so good like this. Don’t stop rubbing my clit.”

Welrud gave her what she asked for. He fucked her hard and deep, the slap of his hips against her round ass loud and rhythmic. Her perky tits swayed beneath her, nipples brushing the table with every thrust. He pulled harder on her lekku, forcing her back into a deeper arch while his fingers worked her clit.

She came one more time, her whole body locking up as another orgasm tore through her. Her pussy clamped down hard around him. Welrud followed right after, burying himself deep and pumping thick ropes of cum inside her. He kept thrusting through it, grinding and filling her until it overflowed and leaked out around his cock, running down her thick thighs.

When he finally pulled out, Ahsoka collapsed onto the table, breathing hard, cum dripping from her well-fucked pussy. Her body still hummed with the alchemical energy, every nerve oversensitive and aching in the best way. Her orange skin was flushed and marked, her perky tits pressed against the cool stone, her round ass still slightly raised.

Welrud stood over her, cock still half-hard and shiny with their mixed cum. He ran a hand down her back, over the curve of her ass, squeezing one cheek possessively.

Ahsoka remained on the edge of the table, legs parted, her breathing still uneven. The thick, heady smell coming off Welrud’s skin lingered in the air between them, and she found herself inhaling it more deeply than she intended. It mixed with the sharp chemical trace of the alchemy still moving through her body, and the combination sent another low pulse of heat between her legs. Cum continued to drip slowly from her, tracing warm paths down her thighs.

Welrud stood in front of her, his hand resting on her knee. He didn’t speak at first. He simply watched the way her chest rose and fell and the way her orange skin had darkened across her chest and stomach. When he finally moved, he slid his palm up the inside of her thigh, smearing some of the mess there with his fingers.

“You’re still leaking,” he said, voice low. “Your body doesn’t want to let go of what I gave it.”

Ahsoka swallowed. She could feel the heat in her face. “It’s the vial. It’s making everything… stronger.”

He stepped in closer until his hips were between her knees. His cock, still half-hard and glistening, brushed against her inner thigh. The scent of him grew stronger. She caught herself breathing it in again and hated how it made her pussy clench.

“It’s not just the vial anymore,” he said. He reached down and took himself in hand, rubbing the head slowly along her slit. “You’re responding to me now. To this.” He dragged the thick head upward until it pressed against her clit. Ahsoka’s hips twitched. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”

She bit her lip. The words came out rough. “It feels… hot. Too hot. And I can smell you. It’s making me wet again even though I just came.”

Welrud’s mouth curved. “Good. Keep breathing me in.” He rubbed the head of his cock against her a few more times, coating it in the mess between her legs, then stepped back and pulled her off the table. He turned her around so she faced the edge of it and bent her forward over the smooth stone surface. Her perky tits pressed against the cool table. He kicked her feet apart and stepped in close behind her.

One hand gripped her hip while the other guided his cock between her folds. He pushed in steadily, not fast, letting her feel every inch as he filled her again. Ahsoka’s fingers curled against the table. The stretch was intense but familiar now which made her moan before she could stop it.

“Fuck… you’re so deep already,” she breathed.

He started with slow, rolling thrusts, his hips meeting the curve of her ass with a steady rhythm. His free hand slid up her back and then around to cup one of her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh while he moved inside her. “Your body knows what it wants now. It’s pulling me in every time I thrust. You’re dripping down my cock and you’re still breathing in my scent like you can’t get enough of it.”

Ahsoka pushed back to meet him. The position let him hit a spot inside her that made her thighs tremble. “I can’t help it. You smell so strong when you’re fucking me like this. It’s making everything tighter. Don’t stop.”

Welrud picked up the pace. The wet sound of his cock moving in and out of her grew louder. His hand left her breast and moved to her shoulder, holding her down against the table as he fucked her harder. Her ass rippled with every impact. Her tits were pressed flat but still shifted slightly with the force of his thrusts.

She came faster than she expected. Her pussy clamped around him and she let out a sharp, broken sound as she came, her body jerking against the table. Welrud didn’t slow. He kept driving into her, one hand now gripping her hip hard enough to leave marks while the other slid under her to rub her clit in quick circles.

“Again,” he said against her ear. “Cum on my cock again. I can feel how much you need it.”

Ahsoka’s forehead pressed against the stone. “I’m—fuck—I’m going to. Your smell is everywhere. It’s making me—ah!” She came again, harder this time, her thighs shaking as fresh wetness spilled around his cock. Her face was pressed sideways against the table, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut.

Welrud pulled out while she was still trembling. He turned her around and lifted her onto the table again, this time laying her on her stomach with her hips at the very edge. He stepped in close, lifted one of her legs slightly, and pushed back inside from behind in a prone position. The angle was different—shallower but hitting a new spot that made her moan into the table.

He fucked her like that for a while, one hand on the small of her back, the other gripping her raised thigh. She pushed back against him as much as the position allowed.

“Harder,” she said, voice muffled against the stone. “I want it harder. I’m such a fucking mess for you right now. My pussy won’t stop leaking and I still want more of your cock. I’m turning into exactly what you said I would.”

Welrud’s hand slid up and tangled in her hair, pulling her head back just enough so he could hear her clearly. “Say it again. Louder.”

“I’m your cumdump,” she said, the words coming easier now. “I’m the one who used to fight Sith and now I’m bent over a table begging for your cock and your cum. I can smell you all over me and it’s making me wetter. I hate how much I like it.”

He fucked her harder, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the lab. His hand stayed in her hair while the other reached under to rub her clit again. Ahsoka came a third time, her body jerking, a long moan escaping her as she clenched around him.

Welrud didn’t pull out this time. He stayed buried deep and came with a low groan, pumping another thick load inside her. She could feel the heat of it, the way it mixed with everything already there and began to leak out around his cock as he kept shallow thrusts going until he was finished.

When he finally eased out, Ahsoka stayed where she was, chest against the table, ass still slightly raised. Cum ran down her thighs in slow trails. Her body felt heavy and satisfied and still humming with need.

Welrud helped her turn over and sit up. He stood between her legs again, one hand resting on her thigh. His cock was softening but still slick.

He watched her face. “You’re not fighting the way you were at the start.”

She met his eyes. There was no point in lying anymore. “I’m not. I keep thinking about how it feels when you’re inside me. How full I get. How many times you make me cum. And the way you smell when you’re fucking me… it does something to me. I’m not the same person I was when you caught me.”

Welrud nodded once, like he’d been waiting for her to say it. “Good. That’s what the alchemy was meant to do. It opens doors that were already there.” He stepped back and reached for another vial on the nearby table. The liquid inside glowed a deep violet this time.

Ahsoka watched him prepare it without protest. Her body was still sensitive, still leaking, still carrying the weight of everything he’d given her. She could already feel the low pull of wanting more.

He turned back to her with the vial in hand. “Open.”

She opened her mouth without hesitation this time. He poured the liquid down her throat. It burned hotter than the last one, settling deep in her core and making her nipples tighten almost painfully. Her pussy clenched hard around nothing.

Welrud set the empty vial aside and stepped back between her legs. He didn’t speak. He simply ran his hands up the insides of her thighs, spreading them wider, and looked at the mess between them with clear satisfaction.

Ahsoka reached for him first this time. Her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, feeling it harden again under her touch. The smell of him was right there, thick and close, and she leaned in without thinking, pressing her face against his stomach and breathing him in.

“You’re getting exactly what you wanted,” she said against his skin. “I’m not even trying to pretend anymore. I want your cock. I want your cum. I want to feel you using me until I can’t walk straight. My body’s yours now.”

Welrud’s hand came up to rest on the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair. “Then show me.”

She slid off the table and onto her knees in front of him without being told. She took him into her mouth, tasting the mix of them both, and the strong musk of his skin filled her nose again. She moaned around him, the sound vibrating through his cock. One hand stroked what she couldn’t fit while she worked her tongue along the underside.

He let her suck him for a while, his hand resting lightly on her head, guiding her rhythm when she started taking him deeper. When he was fully hard again he pulled her up and turned her around, bending her over the table once more but this time keeping her mostly upright so her back was against his chest.

He pushed back inside her from behind while she was standing. One arm wrapped around her waist, the other hand coming up to cup her breast. He fucked her like that—standing, her body pinned between him and the edge of the table—deep, steady thrusts that made her ass press back against him with every movement.

Ahsoka reached back with one hand and grabbed his hip, pulling him harder into her. “Harder. I want it harder. I’m already so full of your cum and I still want more. I’m such a fucking mess for you and I don’t even care anymore.”

Welrud’s hand slid down between her legs and rubbed her clit while he fucked her. His mouth was close to her ear. “You’re going to cum again. And when you do, you’re going to tell me exactly what you are now.”

She came with a broken cry, her legs shaking, her pussy pulsing around him. The words tumbled out between gasps. “I’m your depraved little toy. Your cum-hungry Sith slut. I was a Jedi and now I’m bent over begging for your cock and your smell and your cum. I’m yours.”

Welrud thrust deep and came inside her again, holding her tight against him as he filled her. She felt every pulse, every hot spurt, and it only made her moan louder.

When he finally eased out, she stayed leaning against the table, cum running down her legs in thick trails. Her body felt used and satisfied and already wanting the next round. The dark side energy still hummed under her skin, and the scent of him clung to her everywhere.

Welrud pulled back from the kiss slowly, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he looked down at her. Ahsoka’s lips were still parted, her breathing uneven.

“The experiments were only getting started,” he said quietly.

Ahsoka didn’t answer right away. Her body was still humming from the last round, cum leaking slowly down her thighs. She could feel the dark side energy pulsing under her skin, making every nerve feel raw and alive. The scent of him — thick, masculine, edged with the alchemy — was doing something to her head again. She breathed it in deeper.

“This is just the beginning,” he continued, voice low. “You’re already addicted to how I make you feel. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t remember how to live without it.”

She still didn’t speak, but she knew he was right. Her pussy clenched at the words, fresh wetness mixing with the cum already inside her. She was craving more. The thought should have disgusted her, but it only made the heat between her legs worse.

Ahsoka stayed sprawled on the alchemical table for a moment longer, legs spread, chest rising and falling. The latest effects from the vial were still working through her — every small movement sent sparks of pleasure through her core.It made her clit throb and her walls flutter.

He stepped closer and ran his hand up one of her long legs, fingers tracing the markings on her skin. “You’re getting used to it faster than I expected. Your body is adapting. Craving it now. I can smell how much you want more already.”

Ahsoka turned her head. Her glare was weak, hazy. “This isn’t real. You’re twisting me with your dark side tricks.”

Welrud’s hand slid higher, cupping her ass and squeezing the firm cheek hard enough to draw a gasp from her. “Twisting? Or just waking up what was already there? That Jedi discipline of yours never stood a chance against this. Your cunt was dripping for me before I even touched you the first time.” He pulled her toward the edge of the table and turned her onto her side, climbing up behind her. One arm wrapped around her waist while the other lifted her top leg, hooking it over his hip. He pushed back inside her pussy in one smooth thrust, spooning her from behind.

The angle was deeper than before. His cock slid in easily through the mess already inside her, stretching her again with that thick heat. Ahsoka’s back arched against his chest. “Fuck… it’s still so thick. I can feel every inch splitting me open all over again.”

Welrud started with slow, deep strokes that made her ass press back against his hips. His hand slid up to cup one of her perky tits, squeezing and rolling the nipple while he moved inside her. “Your cunt is still greedy. Squeezing around me like it doesn’t want me to leave. Feel how wet you are? That’s my cum leaking out while I fuck you again.” He kissed the side of her neck, then bit down lightly. “Tell me how it feels. Be honest. Tell me how much you love my cock ruining your tight little Jedi pussy.”

Ahsoka moaned and pushed back to meet his thrusts. The musk coming off him was stronger now, thick in the air every time she breathed. It made her head spin and her pussy clench tighter around him. “It feels too good. I hate it… but I don’t want you to stop. Your cock is hitting everything at once. Keep fucking me like this. I can smell you… it’s making me so wet I can’t think straight.”

He picked up speed. The wet sounds of his cock moving in and out of her filled the lab — slick and filthy. Her thick thigh flexed in his grip, her round ass rippling against him with every thrust. Welrud mauled her tit harder, pinching the nipple while his other hand slid down to rub her clit in firm circles. He reached up and caught one of her lekku, wrapping it around his fist and pulling firmly.

The pull sent a sharp jolt of pleasure straight through her. Ahsoka moaned loud and broken, her pussy clamping down hard. “Yes—rub my clit while you fuck me. I’m so close again already. Pull harder… it feels so fucking good when you do that.”

She came hard, her pussy pulsing around his cock as she gushed. Her whole body shook against him, ass pressing back as the orgasm ripped through her. “Cumming—fuck, I’m cumming again! Don’t stop fucking me!”

Welrud kept thrusting through it, grinding deep while his fingers worked her clit. When her shaking finally eased, he pulled out and flipped her onto her back. He hooked both of her long legs over his shoulders, folding her almost in half, and drove back inside her. The new angle let him hit even deeper, the fat head pressing right against her cervix with every thrust.

Ahsoka’s hands clawed at his arms. Her perky tits bounced and swayed heavily on her chest with the force of his strokes. “So deep—your cock is so fucking deep like this. I can feel you in my stomach. Keep pounding me. I need it harder. I’m such a slut for your cock now… it feels better than anything I’ve ever had.”

He fucked her with powerful, relentless strokes. The wet slap of his hips meeting her ass and thighs echoed through the room. He leaned down and sucked hard on one of her bouncing tits, tongue flicking over the nipple while he kept railing her. The smell of sex was thick — her arousal, his heavy masculine musk, the faint chemical edge of the alchemy. Ahsoka kept breathing him in, the scent making her moan louder every time it hit her.

She came again, her face twisting in raw pleasure. Eyes rolled back, mouth open wide, a loud broken moan spilling out as her pussy squirted around his cock. “Cumming—oh fuck, another one! I can’t stop cumming on your cock! I’m such a depraved slut for you now… your cum is leaking out of me and I still want more!”

Welrud powered through it, fucking her harder. His heavy balls slapped against her ass with every thrust. He was close. “I’m going to fill you again. Pump another load into this greedy cunt. Tell me how much you want it. Tell me what a good little cumslut you are for your new master.”

“Yes—do it,” Ahsoka gasped, voice hoarse and desperate. “Cum inside me. Fill me up until it’s leaking out. I want to feel your hot cum flooding my pussy again. I’m your little Jedi whore now… I hate it but I need it so bad.”

He buried himself deep and came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding her womb. He kept thrusting through it, grinding and pumping until he had emptied himself completely. Cum overflowed around his cock and ran down her ass onto the table.

He stayed inside her for a long moment, both of them breathing hard. Ahsoka’s body was trembling, oversensitive, still leaking his cum. Her face was flushed, eyes hazy, but there was no resistance left — just raw, open need.

Welrud finally pulled out slowly. He helped her sit up on the edge of the table. Cum dripped steadily from her well-fucked pussy onto the stone floor. Her thick thighs were shiny with it. Her perky tits were marked with red fingerprints from his hands.

He cupped her chin and made her look at him. “Tell me the truth now. You want more of this, don’t you? Admit it. Tell me how much of a little slut you’ve become for my cock and my cum.”

Ahsoka licked her lips. Her voice came out quiet but honest, thick with depravity. “I… I do. I hate that I do. But I can’t stop thinking about how it feels when you’re inside me. The way you make me cum over and over. I’m such a depraved little cumdump for you now… your thick cock and that strong smell of yours have ruined me. I want more. I need more. My tits, my ass, my pussy — they all belong to this feeling now. I’m your personal toy, and I don’t even want to fight it anymore.”

Welrud smiled slowly. “Good. The alchemy is working. You’re mine now. And we have plenty of time to keep experimenting.”

Ahsoka didn’t argue. She leaned forward and kissed him, slow and deep, her hand reaching down to stroke his cock again. The dark side energy still hummed under her skin. The addiction was already taking root.

He let her stroke him for a while, then pulled her off the table and turned her around again. This time he bent her over the edge of the table but kept her mostly upright, her back against his chest. He pushed back inside her from behind while she was standing, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other hand coming up to cup her breast.

He fucked her like that — standing, her body pinned between him and the table — deep, steady thrusts that made her ass press back against him with every movement. The position let him reach around and rub her clit while he moved inside her.

Ahsoka reached back with one hand and grabbed his hip, pulling him harder into her. “Harder. I want it harder. I’m already so full of your cum and I still want more. I’m such a fucking mess for you and I don’t even care anymore.”

Welrud’s hand slid down between her legs and rubbed her clit while he fucked her. His mouth was close to her ear. “You’re going to cum again. And when you do, you’re going to tell me exactly what you are now.”

She came with a broken cry, her legs shaking, her pussy pulsing around him. The words tumbled out between gasps. “I’m your cum-hungry Sith slut. I was a Jedi and now I’m bent over begging for your cock and your smell and your cum. I’m yours.”

Welrud thrust deep and came inside her again, holding her tight against him as he filled her. She felt every hot pulse, every thick spurt, and it only made her moan louder.

When he finally eased out, she stayed leaning against the table, cum running down her legs in thick trails. Her body felt used and satisfied and already wanting the next round. The dark side energy still hummed under her skin, and the scent of him clung to her everywhere.

Welrud turned her around and kissed her, slower this time. When he pulled back he looked at her with clear satisfaction.

“The experiments were only getting started.”

Ahsoka didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Her mind was fogged with pleasure and the dark side energy still working through her. But deep down, in a place she didn’t want to look at, she knew he was right.

She was already craving more.

This continued for weeks. Welrud pushed her further each time — new vials, new ways to twist sensation, new positions that left her shaking and begging. Ahsoka fought it at first, but the pleasure always won. She started craving the stretch of his thick cock, the way he filled her, the way he made her cum until she couldn’t think. Every time she caught his heavy musk she got wetter, and every load he pumped into her made her beg for the next one. She was nothing but a depraved little Sith cumdump now. Her Jedi training meant nothing compared to the way his cock ruined her. She loved the taste and smell of him on her skin and leaking from her pussy. She begged for it openly, told him how much she needed to be used, how her body belonged to his cock and his cum.

By the time the hidden base felt like home, she was fully his. Addicted. Craving the dark pleasure only he could give her.

The galaxy thought Ahsoka Tano had disappeared after Order 66.

In truth, she had simply found a new master.