Ahsoka +18

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In the Bath

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Will's gaze swept over Ahsoka as she approached. Her lekku and montrals framed a face both youthful and wise, her eyes sparkling with mischief. The years of Jedi training had sculpted her body into a masterpiece of athleticism. Her curves, barely concealed by the towel, hinted at a sensuality that Will found both intriguing and distracting. He couldn't help but notice the delicate shade of pink of her inverted nipples, a subtle detail that ignited a fire within him.

Ahsoka, for her part, was equally captivated. Will's muscular frame, honed by countless hours of training, exuded a quiet strength. His blue eyes, intense yet kind, held a depth that drew her in. The way his chest was sculpted made her breath catch in her throat. And at 5'6", she had to tilt her head back slightly to meet his 6'0" gaze, a subtle power dynamic that sent a thrill through her. The knowledge of what lay beneath his Jedi robes, a substantial 7.4 inches, added fuel to the fire of her curiosity.

"Well, Will," Ahsoka purred, her voice laced with playful innuendo, "I've heard whispers about your… special skills… with your lightsaber. But I'm more interested in seeing how you handle a different kind of duel." Her eyes flickered downwards, a suggestive glint in their depths.

She closed the distance between them, her hands snaking around his neck in a playful embrace. Her body pressed against his, the warmth of her skin radiating through the water. Their lips met in a tentative kiss, a spark igniting between them. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding. Their tongues danced together, exploring, teasing, igniting a wildfire of desire.

Will's hands roamed over Ahsoka's body, his fingers tracing the curves of her back, the swell of her hips. He cupped her breast, his thumb brushing against her nipple, eliciting a soft moan from Ahsoka. His other hand found its way to her ass, squeezing the firm flesh, pulling her closer. Ahsoka's hands mirrored his, exploring his chest, his arms, finally reaching down to caress his hardening cock.

They broke the kiss, gasping for breath, their eyes locked in a haze of lust. Ahsoka's cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from their passionate embrace. Will's gaze burned with desire. He began to slowly remove her towel, his fingers lingering on her skin, savoring the feel of her warmth. Ahsoka didn't resist, her eyes half-closed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She was used to revealing clothing, but this was different. This was a prelude to something more intimate, more primal.

The shower cascaded over them, the water sluicing down their bodies, heightening their senses. Their wet skin glistened under the dim light, their bodies moving together in a slow, sensual dance. They were so consumed by each other, so lost in the moment, that they were oblivious to the world outside their embrace.

Will's hand slid down Ahsoka's stomach, his fingers tracing a path to her core. He gently teased her clitoris, his touch light and teasing at first, then becoming more insistent. Ahsoka's moans filled the shower, each one a testament to the rising tide of her desire. He slipped a finger inside her, then two, then three, exploring her depths, feeling her tighten around him. He withdrew his fingers, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "The real fun," he whispered, "is just beginning."

He positioned himself in front of her, his cock throbbing with anticipation. He aligned himself with her wet, receptive opening and, in one smooth motion, pushed inside. There was no resistance. Years of Jedi training had bestowed upon her an exceptional flexibility, and her hymen had long since been broken. But the sensation of his fullness inside her, the deep, primal connection, sent a wave of pleasure through her, triggering an immediate orgasm. Her eyes fluttered open, a mischievous glint in their depths. "Mmm… put it all in," she breathed, her voice husky with desire. "Put it in fast… Ahmm…"

Her words were a catalyst. A surge of raw passion coursed through Will. He lifted her legs, placing them in an M-shape against the wall and began to thrust with a newfound intensity. The position allowed him to penetrate deeply, the tip of his cock pressing against her cervix.

With each thrust, Ahsoka's pleasure intensified. Her moans grew louder, more guttural, her body shaking with the force of her multiple orgasms. She felt as though she was on the verge of shattering, like a delicate porcelain doll vibrating at its breaking point.

Moments later, he turned her onto her hands and knees, her face pressed against the cool tiles of the shower floor. He felt himself nearing his own climax. He leaned close to her ear, his voice a low, husky whisper. "I'm going to cum deep inside you, Ahsoka," he murmured. "Accept my gift. Let it create new life within you."

With those words, he began to thrust even harder, his movements becoming faster, more urgent. Just as he reached his peak, a torrent of pleasure erupting through him, Ahsoka experienced another earth-shattering orgasm, her body convulsing as she squirted a copious amount of fluid, mingling with the shower spray.

"Huf… Huf…" she gasped, her breath ragged. "That was… incredible. If we do this again, I might just get pregnant. Maybe even start a new batch of younglings, hehe…"

Will chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "Maybe," he agreed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "And maybe… I'll just have to make sure we do it again, to ensure the success of our… youngling project."

They finished showering, the water now lukewarm, their bodies flushed and relaxed. They made their way to Will's quarters, the unspoken promise of more intimate encounters hanging in the air. Until his new troop arrived, Will intended to spend every available moment exploring the depths of Ahsoka's desires, their passion a fire that burned hotter with each encounter.

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