Gray Jedi – Chapter 6B

Virginity story: Gray Jedi – Chapter 6B

by auguy86

Now alone with his thoughts, Rex paced around the small bunkroom, contemplating all that had happened in the last several days. Faking his death with Ahsoka, helping her avoid detection during her escape, these things were all within the realm of expectation. But leaving Mandalore in an escape pod and immediately being found by two Jedi? And not being stabbed on sight? Beyond anything he had ever expected after what happened to the Jedi. Rex supposed that he’d find a desolate planet filled with traders somewhere in the Outer Rim to live out the rest of his days in quiet. Never had he imagined that he’d have a bed to sleep in, and crewmates that considered him their friend!

Everything was so topsy-turvy for him, especially the revelation of Malik and Serra’s marriage. His time spent with Kenobi and Skywalker had made it quite clear that such behavior was forbidden to Jedi. By his limited understanding, he knew it had something to do with singular attachment, but had never considered it much beyond that. Besides, it was always a point of contention between Skywalker and Kenobi, and the last thing he wanted was throw fuel on the fire. By those limited interactions, he had always pictured a Jedi losing complete control emotionally because of that singular attachment. But here on this ship were two Jedi not only in love, but also in complete control of their situation. Could it be that the spats between Kenobi and Skywalker over this issue were all for naught?

One by one, Rex peeled off the pieces of his armor. He was without helmet, but that suited him after what his brothers had done to the Jedi; he no longer wished to be seen as a member of the Grand Army. His armor now piled in the corner, he stripped off his skin-tight undershirt and pants, leaving his hardened, muscled form completely nude. Climbing the ladder into the top bunk, he lay back on the pillow and pulled the sheets up to cover his body. A small part of him resented Malik for telling him of his relationship with Serra. At this very moment, they were probably ravaging each other, and their bed sheets a tangled mess around their bodies. For the first time in his life, Rex felt… lonely.

Without even realizing it, his hand began to travel down his body, and before he knew it, his fingertips were brushing against the hard length of his cock. He pulled back at first on instinct, but soon resumed, feeling the strange sensations of stimulating himself. Rex had never done this, even in all his years serving in the Army of the Republic; none of the soldiers ever had any privacy, and such behavior was against their programing in any case. But without his inhibitor chip, it seemed as though he couldn’t have stopped himself if he had wanted to, which he didn’t. As he continued to stroke himself, his thoughts turned for some reason to his life up to this point. He had known nothing but training, combat, and strict obedience to commands. Yet now, he was free in a sense. Free from the orders of Palpatine, at least. But could he ever be free from his clone programing?

As his orgasm began to build, the answers seemed to escape him, and he instead focused on the incredible feelings bubbling up in the pit of his stomach. He thought of no one person individually, simply enjoying the new and forbidden sensations. Harder and harder he pumped his cock, now using a full loose fist. He groaned, his eyes rolled back into his head, and his cock began to twitch with every little movement he made. Soon, he shot several jets of hot, sticky cum into the sheets, the smell of his seed filling the room. With a heavy sigh, Rex curled up on his side, feeling the call of sleep wash over him. As he drifted in and out of consciousness, one final thought went through his mind.

Malik and Serra really are lucky…

*****

The next morning, Rex awoke relaxed and refreshed, even though he probably could have used a few more hours of sleep. Nonetheless, he was up and wide-awake, deciding to go ahead and shower and dress for the day. After raiding the pantry for a ration packet, he slipped his armor back on and made his way to the cockpit. As he approached the door, he grinned at seeing Malik in the pilot’s chair with Serra sitting playfully on his lap, kissing her way down his neck. He was about to make himself scarce and give them some privacy, but Serra came through the door as he turned his back.

“Morning, Rex!” she said.

“Oh, uh, morning Serra.” He stammered a bit, continuing, “I w-wasn’t snooping or anything, I just…”

“Rex, Malik and I are married, and we aren’t ashamed of it. It’s taken a lot of work, but we’re very comfortable with our relationship now. More public displays of affection are becoming a part of our norm. Of course, if that makes you uncomfortable, we can always tone it down.”

“Um… nah doesn’t bother me. But I didn’t want you to think I was watching ya or anything.”

“Not at all. Come on in, we’re nearing Atollon.”

Following Serra into the cockpit, Rex now saw that Malik was seated in his usual copilot’s chair.

“Morning, Rex. Sleep well?”

“Very,” he replied with a grin, taking the seat behind Serra.

“Ok, coming up on Atollon,” Serra said.

“Planetary readings are coming in,” said Malik. “Barren planet, very hot and dry, few signs of life. Pretty much the opposite of our last stop.”

“Where was your last stop?” Rex asked casually.

“Sorry, but it’s kinda classified, Rex,” Malik replied.

“No worries. I get it.”

“Any sign of where we should set down?” Serra asked.

“Let me see…” Malik stretched out with his feelings, trying to sense any creature strong with the Force. “Think I’ve got something… yeah, near the equator in the western hemisphere.”

“You sure?”

“Positive. I just felt a massive spike in the Force coming from that area.”

“Alright, bringing us in for landing.”

Serra maneuvered the Middle Way through the dry atmosphere of the planet, scanning the desert below for a safe spot to land. Seeing a clearing in the middle of the rocky outcroppings, she decided that was as good a spot as any, bringing them gently to the ground. By the time they landed, the pair noticed that the sun was beginning to set, causing the temperature to plummet.

“Looks like we’ll need our cold weather gear,” Serra mused.

“Agreed. Rex, you good with keeping watch over the ship?”

“No problem. I have no clue what you two are up to on this forsaken rock, but good luck out there.”

The two Jedi bundled up in their heavy jackets before venturing out into the crisp twilight of Atollon. With great concentration, Malik was able to sense the presence of a being strong with the Force nearby.

“That way… through that canyon.”

“Let’s go, then,” Serra replied, taking his hand in hers.

As they made their way through the rocky outcroppings, the Jedi began to sense a presence following them.

“You feel that?” Malik asked.

“Yeah… it’s almost like… we’re being hunted.”

“Wait! I thought… I saw something up top.”

Serra looked up to the lip of the canyon. “I don’t see anything, Malik.”

“Yeah… it’s probably nothing. Come on, let’s keep moving.”

As soon as he finished speaking, they were startled by a strange hissing sound coming from behind them. The Jedi spun around, Serra drawing her lightsabers from her back. Though they saw nothing at first, there soon came a hoard of human-sized spiders approaching them on the canyon walls.

“LET’S MOVE!” Serra shouted, taking off down the pathway.

“Right behind you!”

Realizing they’d be sitting ducks out in the open, the pair sprinted for a nearby cave, the creatures nipping on their heels the whole time. Malik kept them at bay with a few well-timed Force Pushes, and they had soon reached the cave. They concentrated together, collapsing the rocks around the entrance to block the spiders from chasing them any further… for the time being.

“Whew… that was close…”

“I’ll say,” Malik agreed. “This is a dangerous place. Still, no more dangerous than Coruscant would be by now.”

“True.”

They soon found that the cave was actually a short tunnel leading to an exit from the canyon. Now back out in the open, the Jedi emerged in a large clearing of sand with rock formations scattered throughout. In the center, the sand dipped down to form a large bowl, complete with a massive pile of boulders in the center. In spite of all the formations being natural, the whole place felt very much like a temple.

“The Force is strong here… we’re close,” Malik whispered.

Serra nodded and stepped forward beside Malik. They strolled through the clearing, inspecting each of the rock formations as they went, each as unmoving and unremarkable as the last. After fifteen minutes of quiet inspection, they moved towards the bowl in the center, jogging down the hill towards the pile of boulders. Serra approached first, brushing her hand along one of the rocks while reaching out with the Force. Still, nothing happened.

“You sure this is the right place?” she asked.

“Oh yes… I can feel it,” Malik replied. “There is something here. Something of… immense power.”

“Indeed there is,” came a deep, ominous voice.

Malik and Serra jumped back as the boulders seemed to spring to life, a gigantic creature rising from beneath them. The rocks did not fall off of the creature as they had expected, rather clinging to it like armor or thick hide. As it continued to stand, the Jedi finally got a good look at the owner of the deep voice. The creature appeared somewhat humanoid, standing on its hind legs and hunching over to balance with its arms. Its chest was covered with reddish-brown fur, which extended up to the creature’s face in a thick beard. Upon gazing into its eyes for the first time, Malik noticed that the creature had a cattle-like appearance, like that of a full-grown male nerf.

“Welcome, wielders of the Ashla.”

“Wow… Are you… the one known as Bendu?” Malik asked.

“I am.”

“Our apologies for awakening you, but we were instructed to seek you out. My name is Malik Ran, and this is Serra Keto, my wife. We are Jedi Masters.”

“So… not all the Jedi have passed on. Interesting,” Bendu replied.