Don't beg for love while hopelessly adoring,
Don't wander grieving beneath the faithless one's window.
Like mendicant dervishes, be self-sufficient —
Perchance it may be, then they will love you.
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The only thing I understand right now is that I don't understand anything at all. What?!… And while my body remained in a state of extreme paralysis—my left prosthetic arm frozen just above the girl's waist, my right arm resting on one of her lekku, and my lips mechanically responding to the Twi'lek's kiss—my thoughts were racing.
"Hutt, hutt, hutt! What on earth is going on right now, how did this happen, and what should I do next?" Well, the first question is clear—I'm being kissed… Kissed!.. Aayla, damn her,Secura, and I'd say she's kissing me quite confidently, with some real fire. I don't have all that much experience in this field —at least nothing kinky —and considering the fact that Vikt (the body) has only modest theoretical knowledge on the subject and has been completely deprived of practice… A little plus nothing, divided by two. The result—I'm practically a virgin. Whereas Master Secura seems to be far more advanced in this area…
Now question number two: why the hell did she throw herself at me? What did I do to get her so aroused? Stop. Aroused. Oh, you fool, oh, you fo-o-ol! An F in xenobiology for you, Mikore Vikt! Now, what was it again? "The two most notable features of the Twi'leks are their wide range of skin colors and the pair of long, fleshy appendages on their heads. The appendages, also known as 'lekku,' start at the back of the head and contain part of the Twi'lek brain. The appendages perform various functions in the daily life of Twi'leks, including storing fat and serving as erogenous zones." Damn it—I was just stroking them at that very moment… no wonder she reacted like that.
Wait, wait, wait—wasn't she supposed to be having an affair with Fisto right now? Well, yes, the Battle of Kamino has already taken place, and that's where it all started for them. It seems their starfighters were shot down, and they crashed into the water. And our ever-smiling Nautolan saved her life by giving her artificial respiration while they were swimming underwater. If that's the case, then I'm confused—even my actions shouldn't have led to this kind of result. But if that episode didn't happen, then I'm in deep bantha shit. No, Secura is, of course, a hot chick, and under different circumstances I probably would have seized the moment, but…
Riyo.
The thought of the pantoran finally sobered me up. My body, meanwhile, had begun to make dangerous movements. My left hand had already slipped to her waist and was steadily moving lower, while my right hand had once again started to caress the Jedi's lekku. However, her hands were also beginning to wander in ways that were decidedly inappropriate. And we were still kissing! Damn, it's time to stop—Jedi have good breathing control, but not that good!
Breaking away from her lips, I gently took Aayla by the shoulders and softly pushed her away from me. She opened her eyes—but at first her gaze was foggy and unfocused. However, she soon came to her senses too.
"Um, Master Secura… you could have said thank you in a different way. You… got a little carried away."
At my words, the Jedi took a step back, putting some distance between us.
"I'm sorry, Knight Vikt. My own emotions surprised me as well."
And oh, how they surprised me.
"You know," Aayla shook her head, "the deepest memories are stored in the lekku of the Twi'leks. For us girls, the norms of easy conduct are absorbed almost with our mother's milk. It is believed that we are only fit for the roles of slaves, toys, or spoiled princesses!… Despite years of training in the Order, I have never been able to rid myself of such memories and reflexes."
"Well… there's nothing you can do about that."
"Yes. You have to put up with it. But all of this must be very strange for you. I ask you again—"
"No need to apologize, Master Secura. It's my fault too."
The girl raised an eyebrow.
"How so?"
"I should have listened more carefully during xenobiology lectures," I said, spreading my arms.
The Twi'lek looked at me in confusion, then burst out laughing, running her hand over her lekku.
"Oh, you mean this…" She smiled. "I agree, that was your mistake. However, I can't say that I… didn't like it." Aayla's smile turned a little sly. "Besides, you seem to have overused the Force."
"Well, yes," I admitted.
"Well… I suppose I'll be going."
"Uh, actually it's me who needs to go. You're in your own cabin."
"Oh, right. True."
"Well, then, I'll be going. Yes… we'll be waiting for you on the bridge—we need to discuss our mission."
I had already reached the door, which slid open in front of me, and was about to step into the corridor when Secura's voice made me stop and turn around.
"Mikore."
The Twi'lek stood with her back to me, staring at something in her hands.
"Yes?"
"Did you… like it?"
A heavy groan nearly escaped my throat. Kriff you… women. I hate you all.
"You know," I said after a moment, "under different circumstances… I would have been willing to go much further. But… I don't want to take advantage of your weakness."
And with that, I hurried away—to avoid temptation. How does that saying go? "The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak." If this keeps up, I'm afraid I'll be very ashamed when I face Riyo later.