Ahsoka: Force of Temptation - 1.4 (Patreon)

Kace had to figure he was doing something right.

She didn’t smack him upside the head or send him flying straight out her window, not even as he closed his teeth on her nipple. The little shudders he could feel running down her fine, fine body weren’t from disgust, he could tell that much.

So responsive. He loved that in a woman. Especially when they tried so hard to hide it, like his Togruta. Every tremble, every huff, every little gasp or hitch in her breath, they were all tiny victories in the war he was waging on her body. Turning her rich orange skin into claimed territory, turning her own sweet flesh against her.

He switched to her other breast, tracing the rim of her areola with his tongue. Took his time as he did, enjoying the taste of tit. He glanced up and saw her scowling, but that only pushed him to make his teasing that much worse.

“Kriffing bounty hunter…” The Jedi muttered harshly. She’d meant for him to hear.

Kace grinned despite the busywork of his mouth. He fed himself more of her ample breast, licking and sucking with the fervor of a man who had spent the last few months living only off of protein blocks. No real food and no real women. As close to hell as Kace has ever gotten. He’d learned to never take the sweetness of female company for granted ever again.

Times like these, a man had to savor.

He caught her nipple between his teeth again, gently biting down on the swollen nub until he got his Jedi - Ahsoka - hissing. This time she did struggle, batting him atop the head with a sharp curse.

“Bastard. The hell was that?” She glared at him, stumbling on shaky legs until her back hit the wall. She covered her breasts, shielding them from his mouth, nursing her poor, poor nipple with soothing fingers. Now that was a pretty sight.

Kace chuckled, standing to tower over her and drawing closer.

“Come on, now. I didn’t bite that hard. Just teasing a little.”

Ahsoka’s scowl deepened. No doubt she wanted to spit some venom his way, but she held the worst of it back. Reluctantly, she let her arms drop from her chest. Baring her breasts to his indecent gaze.

“Just… give me a damn warning next time.” She looked away, her cheeks darkening. Kace knew the look. The face of a woman too proud to admit what her body craved.

Luckily, her body spoke for her.

She breathed heavily, making her chest rise and fall. Heaving teardrop breasts studded with full, hardened nipples. Other tells were even more obvious. Like her eyes, lidded to bring that fiery temper down to a familiar smolder. It was in the way her lips parted just so, how her fingers curled at the wall behind her - itching to grab something, anything to keep her steady. Like she was preparing for something to make her weak in the knees.

A sight that could set a pulse even in a carbonite stiff. Way better than any holo-spread, for damn sure. Even the one with the Twi’lek twins Kace had saved in his private collection.

“No harm done.” He said, letting his gaze sweep over her like he was seeing a naked woman for the first time. “And no more funny stuff. You have my word on that.”

Ahsoka scoffed, still not meeting his eyes. “Whatever. Get on with it.”

Kace wasn’t a man to waste time. The next instant he was back in her space, seeking the warmth of her body. He fought the urge to take her by the chin and steal a kiss from those full, sweet lips. He knew better than to push his luck. Instead, he sated himself with her breasts again. Returning to those dark stud nipples, he offered feather-soft kisses rather than love bites this time. Kace lingered there for a bit, mouthing each tit before starting his trek downward.

“I wasn’t foolin’. I do want you to enjoy this.” Kace spoke between the kisses he laid across her belly. His hands drew up her supple thighs, easing along the curve of her hips. Then he was kneeling, now faced with the prettiest, smoothest mound he’d ever seen. “Let me show you what I mean…”

Kace didn’t wait for more backtalk. That pretty little thing between the Jedi’s thighs was calling him home. Smooth as silk and soft as sin and warmer than the core of the brightest star. The finest treat in the galaxy - next to a woman’s mouth or her round, perky tits, that is.

Hearing her gasp, feeling the immediate response of her body beneath his palms, was almost as good as tasting her. Tension snapped through her muscles, her hips jerking from the lashings of his tongue, but that eventually gave way to slow, smooth movements. She lazed against the wall, sighing softly, fingers fiddling at the flat, metal wall. As if she didn’t know whether to slap or caress him.

His Jedi settled for grabbing him by the hair. Not to yank him away from her pussy, but to hold him there. Kace would have grinned, but same as with her breasts, he was dealing with a full mouth. No doubt the amusement was shining clear in his eyes, the way Miss Tano continued to scowl down at him.

“Don’t look so proud of yourself… Breaking into my place… Blackmailing me… like some kriffer creep.” A shudder broke across her body - though Kace knew it was from the workings of his tongue. Devilishly, he chose then to lap at her clit. Ahsoka snapped her eyes shut and those pretty lips peeled back from her teeth as she let out a sharp hiss.

Positive feedback in Kace’s view. If he’d been doing a poor job he’d already be smeared along her apartment wall. Still, he hungered for more. More gasps, more shivers, more hot, musky tang trickling from her sex for him to lick up.

Ahsoka wanted more from him, too, the way she parted her thighs for him. Her grip on his hair tightened accordingly. Not that Kace minded. He liked a demanding woman - especially when their pride made those demands a challenge for themselves.

“Get… get your tongue in there… fucking bastard…” She huffed between labored breaths. A needy moan followed, the rising pitch in her voice sending a stir through Kace’s balls.

He was wearing her down with every lap of his tongue. Pride warmed his chest, spurring him to put even more effort into his licking. Licking and sucking and kissing the darkened folds of her sex, an even richer shade of orange than the rest of her. Kace was rewarded with a string of whimpers and stifled curses… as well as a hotter, dripping wet pussy.

What better prize could a man attain than proof of his own skill? The Jedi could glare and sneer and pout, but her own body told the truth. The very same truth she’d shown back at his ship. She wanted this. She wanted him.

A devious thought began swirling in his head right then. When her grip on his hair finally loosened, Kace took the chance to draw his mouth from her sodden mound.

“I… I didn’t tell you to stop.” Ahsoka whined in frustration, feebly reaching to pull him back.

Kace chuckled, licking the wetness from his lips.

“A man’s gotta breathe, sweetheart.” He said, looking up into her lovely, flushed face. His hands drew tenderly over her warm, smooth thighs. “And I thought I ought to try something different.”

“Funny business?” Ahsoka raised a brow. Half in warning, half in caution.

“Nope. No funny business. Besides, you already know I’m good with my hands.”

Kace brought one of said hands upwards, his fingers dragging softly along her inner thigh. A heartbeat later, they were at her sex, touching upon the moistened lips. Soft and hot and dripping by the talent of his own tongue. Yet what pleased Kace above all were the little expressions playing upon Ahsoka’s face. The glimmer of her eyes. The parting of her sweet, kissable mouth. A silent gasp as he pushed his finger inside her.

“Oh,” was all she said.

He pushed his finger even deeper, up to the second knuckle, and the light in her eyes became radiant. Twin suns fluttering as a lovely sound shook from her throat.

“Told you.” Kace couldn’t keep the grin off his face. He felt he’d earned that one.

Above, Ahsoka was caught between stiff tension and trembling. A woman at war with herself. Kace dared to probe his digit through her cunt. The sharpness that flashed across her features wasn’t a surprise - she was a Jedi, after all.

“Get your mouth back to work before I wipe it off your face.” She threatened through clenched teeth.

As if Kace Korodo needed a reason to enjoy the warmth of womanhood. 

With his finger now buried to the third knuckle, he dove back in for another taste of hot, tangy Togruta.

-  -  -

Too long. Too long since she had someone touching her like this. Skin to skin, with carnal intent. Too long since anything that wasn’t a toy or her own fingers.

Even longer than that since she had a man who knew what he was doing.  All this delight welling in her core, just from his tongue and a single, lonesome finger.

This Kace Korodo had talent. She couldn’t argue against that. What galled her was the thought that this would just feed his ego. She didn’t want to imagine how much more arrogant he could be. 

Yet she could do next to nothing to stop it. All her Jedi training on serenity and meditations faded by the moment, waning as her pleasure blossomed. She couldn’t stifle all the sounds rising in her throat, the gasps, the squeaks, the traitorous moans. He strummed them from her like notes of music.

“Damn… damn… kriffing bounty hunter… banthafucking son of a- fuck… fuck!”

The kriffer between her legs licked away at her resolve, working his tongue even more feverishly, sawing his finger in and out of her sex. Each stroke was a stab that throbbed with heat, maddening and perfect - yet it wasn’t nearly perfect enough for Ahsoka’s liking. She might have finally had a real flesh and blood body between her legs, attending to her poor, neglected pussy, but that tongue and finger wasn’t nearly enough to meet what her body demanded. They were just a shadow of what she craved - what she needed. Her sex was weeping for something only a real man could give.

Could this bounty hunter be that man? This blackmailing bantha-dung bastard creep?

Ahsoka could hardly think with the man’s tongue driving her mad. Lapping at her aching clit so many times her legs were close to jelly. It was her steel will alone that kept her standing.

Then, suddenly, the son of a bitch stopped. No tongue. No finger, either. He left her empty and whining, slumped against her bedroom wall. Her vision was a blur as he rose to his feet. Standing over her.

“W-what? What the hell do you think- OH!”

Large hands grabbed roughly at her waist. Strong arms hoisted her up, up, up. Ahsoka Tano, Jedi padawan, flung over a man’s shoulder like a damn war bride. The dig at her pride had outrage flashing hot in her chest and gut. The heat colored her cheeks… and simmered between her thighs. She didn’t want to think on that.

He moved quickly and with ease, as if she weighed nothing. Though perhaps that was a good thing. It left her no time to dwell on whether she was angry at the manhandling… or angry that he stopped.

Without warning, he dropped her off his shoulder. Ahsoka let out a cry as she went splaying back on her own bed. 

She got her bearings quickly, propping herself up on her elbows and leveling a glare at the bastard’s stupid, smirking face.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“That was just the warm-up round, sweetheart.” He said, standing tall at the foot of her bed. Tall and broad and unmistakably male. Broad shoulders and brawny arms straining against the snug fit of his dark clothes. Things that reminded Ahsoka just how much smaller and how much more naked she was. “Time we moved on to the main event. Unless you’re afraid you can’t handle one kriffin’ bounty hunter.”

Balls made of chromium, this banthafucker…

“Lose the fucking pants.” She bit back, drawing her legs up as she scooted further back up the bed. “Let’s see if you can back up all that big talk.”

The man seemed more impressed than annoyed.

“Huh. I thought I was the one giving orders around here.”

That didn’t stop him from stripping down, though. First went his top, the black fabric peeling from his torso. Underneath was pale skin pulled taut over muscle. Solid and firm and marked with battle scars, big and small. Long cuts, tiny cuts, claw marks, and the odd blaster burn. Dark hair all down his chest. His forearms, too. She’d almost forgotten that human peculiarity.  His was a soldier’s body, fit and corded and dangerous. Once more, Ahsoka thought back to the clone troopers of her youth. Her mind placed Kace in the same space, caught in the unknown between friend and hostile.

Yet for the Jedi fugitive, in a part of her that dwelled in the more primal depths of her soul, there was more appeal than she’d ever admit.

The belt was the next to go, yanked free from his waist and tossed away. Ahsoka held her breath as those large hands went to work at the fly of his pants. He didn’t draw things out. The next instant his pants were around his ankles and it came swinging free, bobbing out in the open.

A long, swollen rod stretching out over heavy, hanging balls. Long and fat, with a smooth pink head just about sprouting free from the foreskin. It held her gaze as if it was magnetized, her eyes following every throb, every twitch.

In a twisted sort of way, seeing him in the flesh brought a sense of satisfaction. Somehow, she knew he’d be big - pipe and nuts, both.

The enchantment didn’t last forever. Ahsoka managed to tear her eyes from his manhood to see the look on his face - that obnoxious, smug pride was still there. A reminder that she wasn’t dealing with a dashing rogue.

Just when she thought to give him a piece of her mind, however, the bounty hunter prowled onto the bed to join her. Ahsoka’s pulse quickened as he kissed along her body. Pecks upon her thighs, nips to the faint swell of her tummy, smooches over the mounds of her breasts - between them, too. Soon they were eye to eye. He was looming over her, with his powerful arms - the arms that had swept her up so easily - planted on either side of her. Nowhere to run.

Ahsoka’s heart was thundering. The blood surging through her veins was white hot.

Kace nudged her legs apart with his knee. She let it happen. A simple Force push could have sent him flying into the ceiling and Ahsoka didn’t do it. Not even the faintest urge of resistance flared within her as the man prodded the tip of his cock along her sensitive mound. She sucked in a breath as the cockhead slid against her, her nerves thrumming hot. She was burning up down there. Fuck, and she was wet too.

“Try and make me beg for it…” Ahsoka found it in herself to warn him. “And I’ll turn you into a stain on the street outside.”

Kace let out an amused grunt, trailing kisses along her collarbone.

“That doesn’t sound like the Jedi way.”

“I’m not a Jedi. Not anymore. And you promised me a good time.”

“I did?” He chuckled. Infuriating.

“You insisted I’d enjoy myself. The promise was implied.”

“Well, in that case…”

He pushed into her. Ahsoka sucked in air, tensing as she was struck with the shock of being parted, spread, and filled. Anticipation did nothing to dull the intensity of sensation, all the nerves in her sex buzzing at once. The feeling only mounted as he plunged deeper, the ache between her legs dragging on, growing with every inch of the bastard’s cock that sunk into her.

“Uh. Uhn. Uuuuuuooooooooaahhhh!”

No thought. No words. Just pure, potent feeling made into sound.

Kace grunted in response, satisfaction rumbling from his broad, fuzzy chest. Humans, so hairy and brutish. He shifted his hips, sending his cock stirring through her folds. Ahsoka bit her lips, stifling the squeal that wanted to break free.

The man above her - inside her - took that as a sign of her approval. He gave her no time to rest, no time for her body to get used to his size. The next moment, his hips were moving, working, pumping his manhood into her tight, soaking slit. Her own body worked against her, Ahsoka thought with frustration - but not with displeasure. No. Quite the opposite of that.

The bounty hunter was fucking her. The thrusts came fast now and with vigor to make the bed beneath them lurch and creak and knock into the bedroom wall. He kissed her hungrily as he did, upon her mouth, along her neck, bringing his mouth back to her heaving tits and between them, too. Lips and tongue and teeth making plasma blossoms all over her skin, hotter than even her sabers. He was fucking her hard.

Ahsoka could barely breathe, barely think, but damn could she feel. Raw, aching bliss roared through her flesh, burning through her innards with every stab of his fat, fucking cock, every slap of his bloated balls.

She clung to him, fingers clawing at his solid back just to keep her rooted to the world, so she wouldn’t get swept away into the storm of feeling. There was so much. So much heat and pain and pleasure that she wanted to scream.

A bounty hunter... A fucking bounty hunter…

-  -  -

Claws dug into his back, red hot. Kace didn’t think Jedi had claws. Not the pretty ones, anyway. 

He didn’t mind.

A little pain was a fair price for the soft, slick sweetness wrapped around his prick.

Togruta pussy. Jedi pussy. Tight and hot, gripping every inch of his length, even as he tried pulling free. Perfection throbbed all over his cock.

He went hard. She wanted it hard. He could feel it, the way she bucked against him. The way her cunt fluttered as he stabbed to the root. His pretty Jedi outlaw wasn’t much for talking at the moment but her body told him everything.

She shrieked as he fucked her, defiance in her throaty cries, rage burning in her eyes, but it was token showing. Her pussy was molten and tighter than the grip of living Tokuru vines. The bliss swallowing his cock was so fierce that it was almost agony.

Kace powered through it, slapping his hips down, down, relentless in his pace. Somewhere in that storm, his wailing Togruta rediscovered her ability for speech.

“Is that… Is that all you got?” She seethed up at him, hoarse and breathless. “Thought you… were supposed to be… some sort of big shot…”

Kace had to hand it to the lady. Even flat on her back, she wasn’t showing her belly. Figuratively speaking.

“Look at you…” He mused, trailing lazy kisses along her jaw and chin. A quick buck of his hips got a squeak out of her. He stole a quick smooch, dipping his tongue into her mouth. She didn’t fight it. “Pretending you’re not impressed. Your body don’t lie, though. Wettest little pussy I’ve ever had.”

“Fuck you.” She spat, twisting beneath him. Little movements that had the folds of her sex gliding wonderfully over his cock.

It was play resistance again. Kace knew because of how easy it was to take her by the wrists and pin her arms above her head. A hard thrust deep to punctuate it. She gasped, shivered, but made no effort to struggle free. The fury she gave him in those big, pretty eyes was burned from lust, frustration, and unsated hunger. Fugitives led lonely lives and this poor woman was starving.

Just how long had she been forced to go without a man? A real, proper man? Too damn long from the looks, sounds, and feelings of things.

Hell, he was probably doing this lady a service.

Kace crashed his mouth back to hers and this time it was her tongue that came to battle first. A losing fight on her end, though the soft moans that followed told Kace she didn’t really mind.

His hips must have been a blur, stabbing his prick into tight Togruta cunt and sending his balls swinging, slapping against her soft, orange buttocks. She was tight, so damn tight and hot, Kace thought he might melt into her. Somehow, he stayed solid, though his flesh and blood were steaming. She quivered around him again, feeling even more exquisite around a cock that was ready to burst.

There was nothing so sweet as being inside a woman who wanted you. As close to heaven as Kace would ever get.

His thrusts were coming ragged now. Primal. Savage. He was a beast in heat. Her legs wrapped around his waist, locking his body flush to hers. She broke the kiss to cry and wail in his ear, cursing him even as his cock ravaged into her.

“Fuck- fucking- you fucking son of- FUCK!”

Still, she wasn’t loud enough to mask the pounding that now thumped at the apartment wall. It wasn’t the knocking of her bed. It came from the other side. Angry neighbor, if the muffled shouting was anything to go by.

Neither of them paid the poor sap any mind.

“Come on. Come on. Come on.” Ahsoka urged, stirring against the durasteel grip of his hands. She writhed so beautifully beneath him, the tiniest shift of her body drawing blissful strokes upon his buried cock.

Kace thrust his hips flush to hers, sinking the full length of him into hot velvet, all down to the root. Satisfaction coiled deep in his gut and balls, stoked by the whimper that poured from her mouth.

“You want it? You want it harder? He growled against her parted lips.

The look she hit him with in return flashed hotter than a blue star.

“Just shut your fucking mouth and fuck me.”

It was the most surrender he’d get from her. At least for now. Kace accepted it happily.

Her word was the tipping point for them both. No cursing, no rage from then on. Just two bodies in sweaty motion, joined together, seeking out their filthy needs. Primal instinct and natural desire taking over from reason and good sense.

The pace of their fucking became blistering. His cock plunged deep, deep, deep into sopping wet tightness. Kace savored the feeling, savored the sounds, all of them. The rhythm of skin slapping skin, PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP. The notes of the Jedi’s cries and shrieks. The siren song of a woman racked with the madness of ecstasy.

Kace had no sense of time anymore. It felt like an age, endless… and at the same time, not near long enough. She was screaming, screaming beautifully in his face, her own colored with so much feeling. Suddenly she was tight, tighter than she’d ever felt, the walls of her cunt smothering him, choking him, and so unbearably hot.

There wasn’t much a man could do then. Even a man like Kace Korodo.

His Jedi was tumbling and he was tumbling right alongside her, falling, falling into that heavenly abyss. The pressure burst and it was spewing like a broken pipe. His vigor, his strength, his lust, all of it came pouring out of him, shooting in thick streaks straight down his cock, churning from his full, aching balls. 

Shooing straight into Miss Tano’s hot, quivering, hard-fucked pussy.

Half a hundred knots snapped taut in his gut and every clench was sweeter than the last. Clenching, squeezing his insides until there wasn’t a drop left for him to give. Bone dry.

“Hot damn.” Kace rasped. His vision was the ceiling of Ahsoka’s bedroom. Flat on his back, he only had enough strength to breathe. Fireblossoms tingled over every inch of his naked skin. 

Spent. He was spent. So damn spent he couldn’t even glance over to admire her sweaty, glistening body or her pretty little pussy overflowing with all the cum he left there. And his cock, the trooper of the night, ached and throbbed half-hard against his thigh. Milked so thoroughly it couldn’t even weep no more. What a fucking woman to wring him out like this. This Tano was something special.

“Yeah…” His pretty Jedi agreed after a time. Her voice was faint and tired.

Kace decided he could be proud of that.

“So… Was it good for you?” He still had it in him to tease. 

He heard Ahsoka scoff.

“What do you think, genius?”

“No smear on the street outside?”

“No. I suppose not.” She sighed, turning her head towards him. “No putting my name and face all over the net?”

“Wasn’t planning on it. Still… it wouldn't be a bad idea to head back to my ship.”

“And why’s that?”

“So we can… ‘discuss’ things in a more private environment.” The pounding at her wall had stopped, but Kace could still hear the neighbor cursing up a storm. “Give the two of us some time to come to favorable terms.”

“Favorable terms.” Ahsoka repeated dryly.

“That’s right. And let me tell you, you’ve been pretty damn persuasive for just the first round. So what do you say, Jedi lady?”

She didn’t answer right away. Just had an incredulous look for him. But Kace had a good feeling.

Hell, he swore she had the tiniest little smile…