Desire In Tython

Note: This is just an introduction and it's my first story. Let me know in the comments what do you think and how I could improve.

Every character is 18 or older.

The large, imposing figure of Master Galtion addressed the new member of the Jedi Temple. With his ruddy features covered in a thick beard that reached to his neck, and a long brown robe draped over his body, Master Galtion's presence commanded respect.

"Greetings, I am Master Galtion," he said.

"Thank you," the first new arrival, a human female named Anya Taryen, spoke up.

"You are most welcome, Miss Taryen," Master Galtion replied with a faint smile. He couldn't help but notice the curve of her hips beneath her Jedi robes.

Anya Taryen was just a Padawan, but already quite well-known in the Jedi Order. The length of brown fabric that wrapped around her body hugged her curves; the tight fabric hugged her full breasts standing out prominently. She wore her robes proudly, like a model on the runway. Master Galtion tried to be professional and remember his Jedi training, but he couldn't help himself from looking at her shapely curves under the fabric. The way her uniform clung to her body was captivating.

"Please, take a seat."

Vico Menez was the second new arrival, a towering figure with a lean, muscular build and long dark hair. He moved with the grace of a cat and was incredibly light on his feet for someone so tall. He had both female and male admirers among the Jedi, and even some of the Masters had found themselves feeling a stirring of desire and passion in his presence, Master Galtion among them.

"I've heard of you, Vico," Anya said, smiling in his direction. He returned her smile, his chiseled good looks and charisma on full display.

They were both troublemakers at heart, loving to push boundaries and test limits to see what they could get away with. Vico was also talented with a lightsaber. Though still a novice, he fought as though possessed by the skills of a veteran warrior. Anya was a skilled fighter in her own right, exuding confidence in her form-fitting robes.

Anya felt an unexpected arousal as she looked at Vico. She quickly stood up, feeling the need to appear dignified and professional despite her inner turmoil, and stood next to Master Galtion to greet Vico. Vico approached them with a warm smile, and Anya couldn't help but return it, feeling a flutter in her stomach. Master Galtion watched them with a neutral expression, hiding his own desire as he observed the two Padawans interact.

Vico extended his hand for Anya to take, and she accepted it, feeling the warmth and strength in his grasp. As their hands intertwined, Anya could feel the pleasant heat radiating from him as he stepped closer. Flushed from the sudden contact, she quickly regained her composure and returned a polite smile in greeting.

The moment was broken when Master Galtion cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention back to business.

"It is my great honor to inform you that you two have been chosen as my new Padawans," he said, his deep voice resonating around the room. Anya and Vico nodded in agreement, both feeling a surge of excitement at this unexpected opportunity. Master Galtion smiled, obviously pleased with their enthusiasm.

He then proceeded to ask them to recite the Jedi Code:

"There is no emotion; there is peace."

"There is no ignorance; there is knowledge."

"There is no passion; there is serenity."

"There is no death; there is the Force."

As Anya and Vico finished reciting the Jedi Code, Master Galtion's deep voice resonated around the room. "Excellent work, my padawans," he said, his eyes twinkling with pride. "Now, if you'll follow me, I'll show you to your quarters."

Anya and Vico fell into step behind the Jedi Master, feeling the weight of their new responsibilities on their shoulders. They walked through the wide corridors of the Temple, taking in the ancient architecture and the various Jedi they passed along the way.

Finally, they reached a door which Master Galtion pushed open to reveal a spacious room, complete with two separate beds. Anya's heart leapt at the sight of the comfortable-looking mattresses, but she also felt a twinge of disappointment that she wouldn't be sharing a bed with Vico.

As if sensing her thoughts, Master Galtion turned to them with a small smile. "I know this might seem a little strange, but as your mentors, we've found that padawans tend to train better if they share quarters," he explained. "Plus, it helps build a sense of camaraderie and teamwork."

Anya and Vico exchanged a quick glance before nodding in agreement. They had both heard of other padawans who were required to share quarters, and while it seemed a little unconventional, they trusted Master Galtion's judgment.

"Thank you, Master," Anya said, her voice filled with gratitude. Vico echoed her words, a hint of excitement in his voice.

"Good. Get settled in, and we'll start your training in earnest tomorrow," Master Galtion said before turning to leave. "May the Force be with you both."

As the door closed behind them, Anya felt her heart beating rapidly. She was overwhelmed with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. She wanted to explore her connection with Vico, but at the same time, she was scared of the implications it might have on their training.

She slowly walked over to one of the beds and sat down, feeling the softness of the mattress and savoring the feeling of comfort it brought her. Vico followed suit, stretching out on the other bed with a satisfied sigh.

"Looks like we're stuck with each other, at least for a little while," Vico said with a small smile, looking over at Anya.

Anya felt both a thrill and a fear at those words. She wanted to spend more time with Vico, but she was also terrified that things could get messy if she let her feelings get in the way. She looked over at Vico, taking in his handsome features and the way his muscles moved under his Jedi robes. She felt an intense desire for him, which she knew she had to try her best to control.

Vico stared up at the ceiling with a smirk, his mind alive with the possibilities of what awaited them. Anya watched him intently, his face filled with excitement, and then a wave of exhaustion brought her back to reality.

"I'm done," she said, her body heavy with fatigue as she collapsed on the bed. Vico nodded in agreement and within moments both padawans were deep in slumber, their dreams intertwined with the unknown perils and dangers that lay ahead.