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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[sickofbluemilk]

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.

[force_sensitive]

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.

[sickofbluemilk]

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.

[force_sensitive]

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.