So much for rage quitting Jedi ways

[sickofbluemilk]

The point of being a hermit was being alone. Had no one told this girl that? Luke tried ignoring her like a stray begging to come inside, but she wasn't taking the hint. What more could he do?

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[force_sensitive]

"We need you!" Rey tried for what felt like the millionth time.

Standing out of his hut and under the rain, she glowered at the metallic door that had been shut practically on her face. The sounds of birds screeching were the only reply she got. Even Chewie and R2-D2 had given up trying to get the legendary Luke Skywalker to come back to her senses.

Too much had been lost. She had travelled a long way and left behind her only hope to see her parents. What if they went back to Jakky while she was still here?

This was more important though. Leia trusted her this mission. She couldn't give up.

"Are you really going to turn your back on the Resistance? On your own sister?!"

[sickofbluemilk]

They were aimed to be low blows and he was sure that the girl was using them on purpose. Anything to draw him out to get him to react. Even invoking Leia. Chewie telling him that Han had died.

All that told him? That everything he did, all that he fought for, ultimately it was in vain. Maybe this was what the Force wanted. Maybe the Force didn't care about balance. Maybe it just was what it was.

It was something else though, wasn't it, to leave a young woman out in the cold, salty rain. Rolling his eyes at himself, he eventually got up to open the door.

"Don't die of pneumonia," he told her as he turned away back into the single room of the hut. "Chewie won't forgive me if that happened."

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For the briefest of moments, the spark lit up. Hope. Master Luke Skywalker would sure apologise, claim back his lightsaber and ask for details of everything she'd told him before. Rey would finally meet a true Jedi. She would see it with her own eyes, a story come to life. The actual myth, Luke Skywalker, coming back to save them.

"What?"

He turned back on Rey again, stepping away from the door and out of her view.

With firm strides she walked in, leaving the door open, still hoping he'd come with her. "Master Skywalker, I can't stay. Neither can you. I don't understand why you won't just listen. I already told you, I'm not leaving this planet without you!"

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"Stay or don't stay," he crouched down next to the fire as it flickered and wavered in the strong wet gusts coming through the open entrance. "But shut the damn door behind you."

He put his mechanical hand down to the floor and shifted so that he was sitting down. He glanced at her and then returned his attention to the fire and a pot bubbling away on top of it.

"I've listened, and I've given you my answer. I can't be part of this. I'm not the man you've come searching for."

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For a while the only thing interrupting the silence was the heavy tapping of the rain outside, a thunder lighting up behind her and making Rey's shadow grow in size inside of Luke Skywalker's stone hut. She considered turning around, returning to the Falcon, sending General Organa a message.

She couldn't. She had to prove she was willing to do anything to succeed on her mission.

The heavy door, what she quickly recognised as a salvaged piece of the wing of an X-Wing seemed to groan as she pushed it shut. Now the popping sound of his fire grew louder.

Rey placed her staff against a wall, pulled the strap of her bag over her head. She was dripping wet, completely soaked from head to toe.

The contrast of the glowing warmth of the flames against her wet skin was welcoming as Rey kneeled before Luke. "Guide me then. I-- There's something that woke in me, something I can't understand. But I know you could help me, Master Skywalker. I'll do anything."

It was what she wanted, what she hoped so. He was the last of the Jedi order left and one of the few who understood how the Force works. Maybe with more time, if they worked together, she'd get to convince him to change his mind ir regards of helping the Resistance.

[sickofbluemilk]

She shut the door, which was good. However, she was still on this side of it, which was probably going to make her a pain right up his ass. Luke gritted his teeth together and worked his tongue around his mouth as he kept his back to her and reached up to stir the ladle in the pot.

Unsurprisingly, she came to demand his attention again. This time, though, he request had changed and he couldn't help shift his eyes to her, his expression a little suspicious. He let the ladle drop back into the pot, the end of the handle bent into a hook that caught the lip of the cauldron to stop it falling in. Luke moved to face her more fully, to actually take her in for the first time.

She was soaked, her clothes and hair clung to her. The light, thin fabric almost transparent in places, the pink of her skin seemed to bleed through from under it. More than that, though, he realised he could feel it in her; the Force.

"You should remove some of your layers, you'll dry faster," he said, reaching for some rough clay bowls so he could dish out stew for them both.

"Training takes years. The way you talk, it doesn't sound like you can spare that."

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The warmth from his hut seemed to build up and so it seems to reflect on the small smile spreading on Rey's lips. This was something. He was welcoming her, even inviting her for dinner. This was Luke Skywalker, a synonym for hope. In time, he'd agree.

"Thank you."

She didn't have many layers too resign too, but taking off her wet vest did prove to be an improvement. Goosebumps poked out of the exposed bits of skin on her arms as she took off the sleeves covering her armwraps.

"No, we don't have the time. But at least I can try to understand the basics of this. It's something I cannot do on my own."

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"The basics," he repeated back at her, his voice flat. "Just a little knowledge is a dangerous thing."

What was more dangerous? Sending her away with only the most fundamental training or none? Would Ben have been better off with his mother, or father, shadowing them and not submerged every day in training, in the Force and that lure to the Dark Side?

Luke himself had reached almost adulthood without even an awareness of his connection to the Force. He had been, well, probably her age. Neither of his Masters had been given the time to train him for long.

And he still made mistakes, ultimately.

He handed her a bowl and began to eat from his own. "You'd be better off not doing it at all."

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She took her bowl with both hands but barely paid any attention at the food offered, despite of how starved he felt at the moment. Her gaze were stuck on the old Jedi, brows furrowed with clear disappointment.

"Then come with me. Teach me and come see what the First Order is doing out there." She wouldn't ask him to get involved. But surely if he saw it with his own eyes, he wouldn't be able to refuse.

"I need a teacher." Kylo Ren's words seem to echo her own in Rey's own mind. She placed the bowl of stew down on the floor, aside. Her hand came to Skywalker's knee.

"I didn't travel across the galaxy to leave empty handed. I can't do this on my own. Master Skywalker, I'll do anything, without argument. I need a teacher."

[sickofbluemilk]

At least she was asking for it, he supposed. She had a taste of what she could do and wanted to know more. If he didn't teach her, then what? Ben, no, Kylo Ren might recruit her, the same as he took the surviving initiates from Luke's academy. Would one more Force user lost to the Dark side really matter? Not in the scheme of the battle, but on Luke's conscience, maybe.

"Let me think about it," he finally conceded, glancing down at her hand on his knee. How long had it been since he'd had contact with something he wasn't about to eat? The Lanai caretakers tolerated his presence but he rarely even spoke with them, never mind touched.

"If I do train you, don't expect it to be easy. Nothing is mastered doing it the easy way."

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At Master Skywalker's clear change of tune the whole of Rey's face seemed to lit up. This was something, this was an improvement. If he had managed to change his mind about training her already, surely in time he would understand why she had come and why they needed to leave the island together.

"Of course. I never expected it to be easy."

She had no idea what the Force could do.... Except maybe lift rocks, according to tales around bonfires. But that she had felt when she faced Kylo Ren? That monster had been right about one thing: she needed someone to guide her. She now understood the Force had always been there, dormant. But what now?

"I'm ready to take it," she assured him. "I swear I'll listen, do anything you say."

Her hand flexed around his robes, closing into a fist briefly. She wanted to hold onto him, onto this moment. She was determined to be Luke Skywalker's student. All those stories she'd heard? She'd like to eventually ask if they were true, how he grew up in a deserted planet like she did. How many times, when growing up, did she imaging Luke Skywalker coming to Jakku because that little planet in the edge of the galaxy had reminded him of home? Funny how things had been the other way around and it was Rey who had found him in the middle of nowhere.

They were similar.

"Master, I understand you. I too have been on my own for far too long."

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"But how did you expect it to be?"

He put down his bowl, most of it eaten now save some dregs in the bottom. He looked her over again, drying in front of the hot fire, her skin pink from the heat. He remembered so long ago when his uncle purchased R2D2 and he saw the video of Leia... of his sister, but he didn't know that then...

"It's been a long, lonely existence. I don't see many people," many women. Even back then, his friends had been guys. And even they went off to go to college, to join the resistance. "The Jedi exiled themselves, those that survived. I should never have been the last one, their line should have ended with Master Yoda."

He put his hand over Rey's, squeezed it lightly. "Don't ask to be a Jedi; it's not a life, it's a long, slow death."

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Rey considered the question. She felt as if she should with any question Luke made. Surely nothing is simple with a Jedi master. "Like something that seems unreachable and that probably is. Something that maybe with hard work I could begin to comprehend."

In a way, she thinks that maybe the could comprehend each other. For so many years she's admire this man, so big she only considered a myth. Someone she could only emulate in day dreams. "Neither have I. Only a few people back in Jakku will be friendly. And even then, we are all aware we are competing to survive." In a planet of minimum resources you quickly learn who are truly selfless and kind of heart.

Her own heart felt a wave of heat that seemed to emulate the caress of the flames nearby. Master Skywalker's touch reached more than her hand. It pained her, realizing she could not reassure him.

"I just need to know what's my part in this." She said, squeezing back his hand. "And I believe you're the only one who can help me understand it."

[sickofbluemilk]

It was either a good answer or one that required no thought at all. Given the effort she had made to find him, her persistence to try to wear him down, she probably meant her words.

He nodded at her description of life on Jakku. She was strong at least, probably stronger than he had been at her age. Everything had felt so hard and impossible to him and he'd wanted to give up so many times. Rey seemed to almost want it to be a challenge.

Taking his hand away he reached to beside her for the half-loaf of bread he'd left there. He reached with his mechanical hand, his other falling on a her thigh briefly for balance before pulling back again. He tore at the bread, used the fluffy inside to mop at his bowl and stuffed it into his mouth.

"I'll disappoint you," he said around a mouthful.

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Once again he pulled away, breaking the moment. He was clearly determined to push her away. Specially after he had almost seemed ready to accept her request.

Rey shifted, shifting from her kneeling position to cross her legs as she turned to face the fire. She wiped her still wet forehead, the flames now tickling her face as it was exposed to it. She pushed the few strands off ahir sticking to her brow out of her face and then picked the bowl of stew she'd left on the floor.

Blowing on the steal steaming diner, she took that much needed bite.

"Not if you at least give it a try."

She wants to believe that is true. That failure in their training won't bring bitterness. That being unnable to make him fly to meet his sister won't fill her with regret.

She ate in silence, wondering if she ought to go back to the Falcon. Chewie aner Artoo would be there, surely think that her spending time with Master Skywalker was probably a good sign. Rey desperately wished that was true as she rested down on an old rug by the fire, her hand pillowing her head as exhaustion started claiming her.

[sickofbluemilk]

He pottered as she lay down on the rug, putting leftover stew into storage pots with lids for the morning, placing the used bowls and cauldron outside the door for the rain to wash off. He sealed the door shut to keep out the worst of the draught and blew out most of the lanterns around the hut.

Finally, he picked up a thick tauntaun hair blanket and moved over to where Rey was laying. He draped it over her, then sat down at her feet, taking a poker. He stirred the coals, making the fire die, but keeping enough embers to safely warm them if they stayed close.

He read by the solidary lamp light that he kept by him for a while. The wind whistled outside. Luke glanced towards Rey. He'd not had this kind of company in so long, someone that he could talk to, that understood him on this level.

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Even though the nights at Jakku could get extremely cold, Rey still struggled with the change of weather from one planet to the other. She had been shivering lightly while they quietly shared dinner. Now, even though the fire had dried her skin and hair, it was that thick tauntaun blanket that warmed her up as she still wore those wet clothes.

Spending the last days at the Falcon had really spoiled her. The sleeping cabins and the beds in the ships were much more comfortable than the hammock she'd made herself as a child and used every night for the last fourteen years. It had been odd to get used to the change. And sleeping on the damp rug on the stone floor proved to disturb her dreams like that new bed had her first hours in the Falcon.

She dreamed of the island she had finally reached. But like she'd dreamed so many times before, Rey was lost. She knew she was searching for something, even though she wasn't aware of what. There was a voiceless call, a tree, darkness and light.

Rey groaned in her sleep, brow furrowed slightly as she shifted. With time, both the last embers of the fire and the tauntaun blanket had built too much heat. She pushed it down to her waist as she rolled on her back.

[sickofbluemilk]

In the dimming light, Luke found the words on the pages harder and harder to follow. The wick in his lamp was burning low as well and he should think about retreating to his own bed. The girl was a problem that was clearly still going to be there in the morning whether he got enough rest or not.

Her groan caught his attention, and as he looked to Rey now Luke realised it wasn't just the fading light that had make reading difficult. There was unease in her, it radiated out and filled the room with conflicting elements of the Force.

Putting his book down, his attention was now focused on her. It wasn't the first time he'd watched someone with such a strong connection to the Force sleep. He wouldn't make the same mistake though. He needed to be more in tune, feel what she was feeling.

She moved and for a moment his focus slipped to her chest. It had been so long since he'd had any company, never mind the kind that was pleasing to the eye. No, he needed to concentrate, not on her shape but what she felt herself. Luke tried again to passively reach out to her dreams.

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The island was damp, so unlike everything she was used to. Back in Jakku, even the rain was a strange spectacle at times. She kept thinking of that as her boots stepped on each puddle, finding enjoyment in that.

She was suddenly cold, her heart aching as she thought of how crossing the galaxy might have been a mistake. What if her parents came back searching for her while she was away? Before she could think of it twice, the old ruins of the AT-AT she made her home was there, as wet as the Falcon had been when Chewie walked down the mountains to seek shelter there.

Rey stepped into her old home, right away taking her wet clothes off. For all she had shivered out there, the familiar heat of the desert welcomed her back.

She was not alone, however. There, in the two chairs she's salvaged from old ships, the two chairs only she had ever occupied, Finn sat down next to Chewie. She felt no shame over being naked before them, the thought passing quickly as BB-8 stole her attention. When her eyes returned to Finn, she found that in his place Han Solo had taken that seat.

She came to him and straddled his lap.

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There were glimpses, snatches of ideas. Water. A ship flying away. A fallen AT-AT.

Opening his eyes reluctantly, first one, then the other, Luke scowled. Closer then.

He got on his knees and crawled alongside Rey until he was kneeling at her head. Sitting back on his heels, hands rested on his thighs, he tried again.

Already the vision of her dream was much clearer. He was inside some kind of quarters: Rey's. He saw her meagre possessions and knew they were hers. And there was Chewbacca, along with a guy he didn't know. He was connected to the First Order, but wasn't a threat; he knew this through Rey.

It didn't matter anyway. Suddenly, he was Han. Luke watched as Rey straddled his lap, naked. Han's hands came to her waist, holding her there, fingers making soft indents in Rey's pink flesh. Luke's old friend looked up at Rey and she looked down at a man that she had hoped could be a father figure.

... Father figure? It didn't look like something you'd do to a father figure...

In the hut, Luke's hand stroked up his own thigh until the side of his palm dug into the crease of his groin.

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She was already feeling breathless, something pooling in the pit of her stomach. Lower. That tingle between her legs that made her crave getting scratched there.

Rey didn't truly undestand the mechanics of it. She'd seen glimpses in the corners of buildings, out in some tents, in the middle of no-where for those who didn't care to find any shelter. But she always pulled her gaze quickly, too ashamed to stare in for long.

Cupping Solo's face, she leaned in to press her lips to his. That, she did know of. Thrusting her hips, she tried to seek for friction. She knew something was supposed to go in and she had explored herself with her fingers, even with the tip of her staff once. That never got her off though.

She rubbed herself against him like she had rubbed herself against the seat he was sitting on himself. One of his hands came to her chest, kneading and squeezing, pinching it even like she did on her own privacy many times before.

The silence of Luke's hut was interrupted with another soft humm and a sigh. Rey was wet in a different way now.

[sickofbluemilk]

This was Rey's dream and Luke knew that this was private, intimate, not one that he should be witnessing. Yet, despite the surface nature of the content there had to be more to it. Luke had felt the conflict in his hut, the merging and pushing of Light and Dark. He needed to be here, he justified to himself. He needed to see.

Moving closer, Luke found himself watching from the side of the chair similar to how he was knelt beside Rey's head outside of the dream. His eyes travelled over Rey's naked body as he grinded her crotch against Han's lap. Yet, Han was dressed... What did this mean?

The realisation came to Luke and he didn't know if it was all him, or if he had found the answer in Rey: She knew what she looked like naked, but she didn't know what Han looked like.

Well. Luke could help her there. He might not know precisely what Han looked like, but he knew his own body, his own cock. As soon as he thought it, Han's pants were gone. A hardon curved up between his and Rey's body, the lips her pussy kissing the shaft as she rubbed against it.

Robes moved aside in the hut, Luke's left hand was around his cock. He stroked himself lightly, unaware that he was doing so.

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Back in the solitude of her home, Rey had tried a few different ways of satisfying herself. And now, just as she kissed Han, she could have sworn she had sat with her staff between her legs. Except the cold metal wasn't there. The shape felt different. Glancing down, she saw her soft breasts almost brushing Han Solo's shirt. And between that, pressed against her soft, brown pubes, a thick phalus she right away recognised.

She'd never seen one upclose, not enough to recognise how human's should look like. But she understood what that meant, what that was for. How could this happen?

She accepted it as naturally as she'd agree she could fly without a ship or a jetpack in other dreams. Unaware of how she was starting to rub her clit through her pants with her fingertips, Rey humped Han's cock eagerly.

"What should I--?" Before she could finish her question, Han was kissing her hungrilly. She did her best to keep up, surprised by the older man's stamina.

[sickofbluemilk]

From where he was observing, Luke could see Chewie, still in the seat next to them. Still waiting on the Falcon he thought vaguely. Or was that Rey's mind again? It felt one and the same; his and her thoughts in this moment, his and her excitement.

Rey kissed Han deeply and Luke knew how it felt. He knew the feeling of her tongue, both eager and timid, as it pressed into Han's mouth. Exploring this new place, tasting. He knew the feeling of giving and receiving as one. The hard phallus that rubbed up against her clit as she pressed to Han, the roll of his hips as she got wet and made it slicker to frot against her cunt.

Back on the Falcon so many years ago, the space for privacy had been limited and the testosterone levels had been unbearable. It was only years later that Luke had time to reflect on himself and his abilities, given the time to wonder if he'd been the only one to feel that tension so thickly he could carve a path in the air sometimes. They'd all walked into the bunks on each other at one time or another. Leia included.

It could only be Luke's fault now that when he glanced over to the softly keening Chewbacca he could see the fleshy red protrusion from the Wookiee. He'd seen it a few times...

Unfolding himself from the chair, Chewie got up and moved to stand behind Rey. He tucked his furry hands under her armpits and gently lifted her up enough for Han to take hold of his cock and guide himself to Rey's slick entrance. The Wookiee trilled as he let Rey sink back onto Han's lap.

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The soft excited whimpers that came out of Rey out of the new sensations she was - or at least she thought - she was experiencing completely distracted her from what was going on in the room. But the distinctive shift of things, the steps around. She opened her eyes briefly and out of the corner of them she saw his furry friend moving along.

Her home? What was going on, they were now in the Falcon. It made sense. Han and Chewie. Were they not in the Falcon from the very beginning. These days, the Falcon felt more like a home than Jakku ever was.

"Chewie!"

This was new, however. Never had she thought of her co-pilot in this way before. Chewie... A wookie was...

Even in Luke's hut, physically there, Rey moaned as she did in her dream. Han's thick cock was slidding with ease, something that was no surprise merely because Rey couldn't even consider this experience painful in her deside. And besides, wet as she was? She was soaking Han's cock with her juices, she knew that without needing to see.

Reaching up, her hands attempted to close around the wookie's furry forearms, but her fingers couldn't properly close around them. Even if she was not able to hold onto him at all, that wouldn't have mattered. Chewbacca had a perfect hold onto her as he continued lifting her and dropping her on his friend's dick, impalling the young girl on the smuggler's cock.

[sickofbluemilk]

Leaning down, Chewbacca pressed his furry chest to Rey's back, his head over her shoulder. As he let Rey sink down onto his best friend's length again, this time he let go, briefly. Under her own weight, Rey was fully impaled on Han's cock. Han moaned in ecstasy and Luke knew, just knew that his old friend's dick was throbbing, twitching inside of her.

Shifting his hold, Chewie wrapped his long arms around Rey's body. One was wrapped firmly around her waist so that he could begin to lift her again, the other across her torso, his massive hand kneading her breast. As he lifted her up, it allowed him to straighten enough that the tip of his beastly member brushed over the small of her back, smearing precum on her pale skin.

In his hut, Luke moaned. His own precum glistened on his fingers as he jerked himself more rigorously now. His hips bucked in his excitement, lifting him in his kneeling position until his cock was directly over Rey's face.

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The second the wookie dropped her on Solo's dick it was as if Rey's whole body vibrated with an energy that connected her with all three people in the room. Three? Them three, yes... Finn... No, Finn wasn't there. Nothing mattered but them three now. Nothing mattered but that tingle that was born ine the union between her and Han Solo. Never in her life had she felt so full, so pushed open from her very core. Stuffed.

As the wookie wrapped his strong arms around her again, she squirmed. She was soaked, Han's cock slidding out and she could feel every inch as if she'd known it her whole life. As if the older man had fucked her a thousand times. She was covered in a thick, wooly blanket that turned out to be a massive and strong wookie.

Rey tipped her head back, her back arching as her hand met Chewbacca's, encouraging him to keep kneading her chest. She could feel him wet and huge against the curve of her spine. She could barely imagine how that could fit practically anywhere.

Her toes curled, clawing at Han's hips as she silently begged to be filled up again. With her head resting on the wookie's shoulder, her mouth hung open in a silent cry, her nose nuzzling Chewie's furry cheek.

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Objectives of this venture into Rey's mind forgotten, Luke could feel the overwhelming need to push this himself, to manipulate and cater to his own needs. Rey was riding Han's cock like she was Leia. No. Yes. No. Like she had experienced him in his prime. Meanwhile, Chewie's own member pressed against her back and the thoughts flooded Luke's mind like a torrent: Han was already filling her and if she used her mouth the Wookiee would surely choke her.

Luke wanted that, though. He wanted Chewie inside Rey as well. He wanted both his friends to fill her with their cum.

He wanted to be in her. Fucking her.

Luke felt dizzy, warm, fluid light flooding through him. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach, but it spread quickly absorbing into every inch of his body until it was in his mind, behind his eyes. He tried to cling to all the images at once. Han and Chewie. The solution of another hole that the Wookiee could use, violating Rey as he sandwiched her between himself and Han. Others, faces he didn't know. The ex-Stormtrooper, a pilot. Ben. He saw a flash of Ben. And then himself, on top of her, fucking her, cumming in her.

Gasping out a moan in the hut, that white light suddenly drained back down through his body, leaving him sightless for a moment. He thrust his hips, his dick pulsing in his hand, and shot thick, strong strings of seed across Rey's face.

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It was too overwhelming. Nothing like she'd ever felt before.

Rey had played with herself so many times before in her years of solitude, the discovery of how she could play with her own self not simply something that passed the time, but something that almost gave purpose to get long, empty days. She'd edged herself, pusher her body to have as many orgasms as she could before absolute exhaustion took over.

This was nothing like it and yet it was all at once. It all happened to fast. Her other hole, the one she barely dared to even touch with a finger, was soon spread in and impossible way and she found herself screaming into Han Solo's mouth. They were done. In a flash, the solid surface of a table was on her back, she laid on it. Someone was still between her legs while air was completely stolen from her lungs. Something pressed against the back of her throat and Rey immidiatly felt the sick coming up her throat as she choked on it. It damaged the back of her throat, impossibly thick as her nose was buried in the fuzz and stink of a Wookie's pubic fur.

They were gone and she was shifted again, several hands rubbing and squeezing at her breasts, tugging at the buns on her hair, her lips sore as her mouth was taken.

For the briefest of moments she saw herself bound to the interrotagtion table and Kylo Ren, towering over her. That monster. That snake in the grass. She wanted him to bend her over and fill her like his father had. Like Master Skywalker had. Like Finn did. All of them at once becoming one with her and suddenly... She could feel the Force embracing them completely, all at once.

There was a thunder and Rey cried out, gushing into her pants as she came like never before. It was almost as if she had pissed herself, a puddle growing around her ass like a halo.

Big brown eyes were open as wide as they'd go while she panted heavily.

There was something on her face but she barely registered it. Master Skywalker was there, his cock on hand.

"W-What are you doing?!" She snapped out of it, Luke pushed by an invisible force against the opposite side of the hut.

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He must have opened his eyes at the same time as Rey. He barely had a chance to register it all; her wide hazel eyes, the thick cream on her cheek and across her eyebrow, his still hard cock in his fist.

She sent him across the hut, crashing into a wooden chest, the corner jabbing into his side before he fell to the floor. Luke shut his eyes a moment. His body was old, tired, and now spent after such an exhausting venture. Slowly he pushed himself up.

"That's not what I expected to find." He gathered himself and put his mechanical hand on the chest to help himself upright. Despite his pride being wounded now, it still didn't want to apologise. He wasn't a stubborn kid any more though. "I shouldn't have invaded your privacy like that. Or I should have at least left when I saw what was happening."

He didn't, though. Even now, he found himself looking at her curiously.

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Panting heavily, Rey twisted her body and placed her palm on the cold stone floor, pushing herself up to her feet. Everything was so confusing, she felt disortiented, unsude of where she was or even when.

That planet, in uncharted locations of the galaxy. The island. Luke Skywalker. Frail. Unwilling to help. And now...

"W-What were you doing?"

Her hand shook slightly, lips parted as Rey touched her cheek. She felt it, warm and slimmy as it dripped down from her nose and brow. Running down her cheek as it brushed the corner of her mouth. She wiped some of it with her fingers and looked at her hand. White, warm. She could feel the Force in it too.

Looking down at her self next, she noticed the wet stains on her grey pants, like two black halves of a dark circle clinging to her inner thighs.

Her head went up sharply, a scowl aimed at the Jedi. "What did you do?! What did you do to me?!"

[sickofbluemilk]

He had done wrong. At least in as much as what he had physically done to her in this hut. In her dream, he'd just been a bystander, hadn't he? No, he probably couldn't lie to himself about that either. She'd started it, but he'd taken it and influenced it, possibly even twisted it.

He hadn't realised it was possible to invade and distort another's thoughts from the inside like that. Even now he was learning new things about the Force.

His dick at least was done. He tucked it away, his furtive gaze flicking to the large wet patch on Rey's thighs. He skirted the edge of the hut and made his way to his wash basin to dunk a cloth in it. Wringing it, he pulled it out and offered it to Rey.

"To clean your face. It won't harm you, but if you leave it, it dries stiff." He nodded down at her thighs. "Probably the same for you too. Do you remember your dream?"

[force_sensitive]

Without taking her eyes off him, Rey reached back blindly until her hand found the staff she'd built out of scraps herself as her one and only trusted weapon. She couldn't tell if it really had been so close at hand or if she had summoned it with the Force, but her first had closed tightly around the dark metal now.

The old Jedi was so nonchalant about the whole ordeal and that was probably what was pissing Rey off the most. Memories were slowly starting to come back to her, all those mental images, the sensation of being completely stuffed by so many poeple she cared about, so many she'd desired to be close to, so many she wished to know better and-- Even Master Skywalker had been there and she...

Rey held her breath, consciously trying to put a barrier between her mind and his, just like she'd done with Kylo Ren.

Her stance became more tense as he approached, but then as she offered her the cloth, Rey considered her options. She needed to wash herself, but those fish creatures were out there under the rain doing their daily chores as if nothing could disturb them.

They'd see her covered in this filth...

"Is that the price?" She asked, taking the cloth. She was quick to wipe her face clean. Only with a little hesitation at first, she placed her staff against a wall again and took her pants off. They did not smell of piss but then...? She'd never pissed herself, what was that? Putting them aside, she started bathing her legs too, barely showing any shame.

How many times had she cleaned up herself like that back in Jakku? There was no such luxury as private bathhouses in a place where water is so precious and scarce.

"Is this what you want in exchange of teaching me?"

They had both seen something in that dream. She had seen his desire. His longing and loneliness.