A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away ....
Star Wars Erotic Saga
edited by Andrew Pelechaty
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"Stay here," ordered Aayla. "I'm going to even the playing field a little." "Yes general. One with the forest men!" ARC commander Bly snapped into his comlink. His detachment of clone troopers shifted in their specially designed mottled grey and blue cloaks, blending into the background of thick rubber-trunked trees. His ARC squad, on the other hand, simply slid out of existence.
The vivaciously alive planet radiated the Force which Aayla drew on as she slid silently through the dense Felucian jungle. Up ahead, she could see her target; the three Heavy Artillery Guns which were keeping the 501st Legion pinned at the tree line. With a surge of power, Aayla leapt onto the cap of an enormous purple mushroom, rolling across its diameter before flipping squarely onto the turret of the closest HAG. Her lightsaber flew to her hand, the blade slicing through the durasteel plating. She dropped a concussion grenade into the hole and jumped onto the second HAG. She sank her blade into the plating, slicing another hole when a sonic burst hit her. The wave of energy slammed her backwards. She was astonished to see a modified droideka armed with twin sonic blasters. Clearly, someone had prepared for an engagement with a Jedi.
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Aayla stepped into the sonic shower and let its vibrations shake off the dirt and sweat of the day. She sighed. She had barely escaped from a trap that was too well planned and her command had lost almost three quarters of its strength saving her ass. Even the ARC squad had lost one of its four men. Even though they didn't show it, she knew morale was exceedingly low. Despite what the Chancellor thought, the clones were men, not cannon fodder, and she owed them her life. She had to repay them somehow.
Aayla stepped into the clones' quarters where she was met by a room full of hard, fit men dressed in nothing but boxers.
"Attention!" snapped Commander Bly.
"At ease commander," replied Aayla, distracted by all the ripped flesh she could see.
"What is it General Secura?"
"Uhhh, order the men to line up for inspection."
If Commander Bly was surprised that they were having inspection in the middle of the night, he didn't show it. "Atteeeen-hut!"
Aayla felt a pang shoot between her legs as nineteen gorgeous men, each flaunting perfectly defined bodies lined up for her. She strode to the first one, gazing over his body. She could feel her horniness eluding from her through the Force. Maybe it was her imagination, but there seemed to be a slight tent in his boxers. She moved onto the next hunk in the line. The clones felt themselves get inexplicably hard. Of course, they'd all had fantasies about their blazing hot general but they had never lost control, especially not in front of her.
Aayla was halfway through the line and the aura of sex she was eluding through the Force filled the room. Each clone was half-hard and she couldn't resist stroking the chest of the ARC trooper in front of her. His advanced training meant he was even more ripped than his brothers. She moaned and quickly moved onto the next clone. Bad move. It was Commander Bly, and if she thought the ARC trooper was fit, Commander Bly was stud incarnate. As lust overpowered the horny Jedi, she felt the line of men move to surround her, overcome by the potency of the Force. She moaned, her hand running down the smooth planes of Commander Bly's chest, tracing the V that led to her prize, straining against his boxers. She brushed her hand gently over his groin, moaning again as she felt his size.
She dropped to her knees, her fingers slipping beneath the leather thong that covered her steaming blue pussy. She moaned as they brushed against her clit. With one finger pumping in and out of her dripping hole, she reached out with her other and grasped the ARC commander. She groaned and withdrew her other hand from her panties, reaching up to sensually slide his boxers off his straining cock. It sprung to attention, hard, thick and cut and she gasped as she felt her pussy flood with heat. Her hand tenuously reached out, her small blue palm barely fitting halfway around his cock. She felt a shudder run through him. Her pussy clenched as she watched his ripped body writhe for her.
A grunt from behind reminded her that they weren't alone. She turned around and nearly creamed herself. She was surrounded by troopers, each with a raging, barely contained erection. She realised all their dicks would be just as big as Commander Bly's. Her pussy clenched again in anticipation of being fucked in all her holes by those iron rods.
"Strip!" she ordered. The clones immediately ripped their boxers off and suddenly Aayla found herself facing nineteen massive, throbbing cocks. Wistfully, she thought of the fun she could have had with Jango if Mace hadn't killed him...
Aayla could feel her pussy making a puddle in the middle of the clones' quarters as she reached out and grabbed the two closest dicks, slowly sliding her hands up and down them. They twitched but didn't move. She was confused until she realised their training was so deeply ingrained that they wouldn't move until she ordered it. "Tonight is off the record," she announced.
She'd barely finished speaking when Commander Bly shoved all nine inches of his iron cock down her throat. "You heard her men. At ease!"