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]

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.

[force_sensitive]

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.

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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.

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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.

[force_sensitive]

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?"

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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.