A Young Togruta is taken the lowest levels of croissant
The air in Coruscant’s lower levels hung thick and heavy, a perpetual twilight choked with the metallic tang of exhaust fumes and the cloying sweetness of illicit synth-spice. Ashoka Toga, all sixteen years of her vibrant Togruta youth, navigated the grimy thoroughfares with a practiced ease that belied her age. Her lekku, striped in their natural orange and white, brushed against the low-hanging pipes, a stark contrast to the faded, patched tunic that barely contained the swell of her chest. Those twin mounds, a generous 46 DD, strained against the fabric, their weight a constant, pleasant pressure. Her hips, wide and curvaceous, swayed with each step, a testament to the “fat ass” her father often teased her about. Tonight, however, the usual banter felt absent, replaced by a gnawing tension.
Her father, Kael Toga, a human with a perpetually worried frown etched into his brow, walked a step ahead, his shoulders hunched. He was a small-time freighter pilot, always chasing the next credit, always one step behind the law. Tonight, he’d promised a big score, a delivery that would lift them out of this perpetually decaying underbelly.
“Are you sure about this, Father?” Ashoka’s voice, a low purr with a hint of Togruta lilt, cut through the din. “This sector feels… off.”
Kael didn’t turn. “It’s fine, Ashoka. Just a simple drop-off. A client with peculiar tastes, that’s all.” His hand went to the blaster holstered at his hip, a gesture more for his own reassurance than hers.
They reached a nondescript door, its durasteel surface scarred with countless impacts. A low growl rumbled from within when Kael knocked. The door hissed open, revealing a towering, shaggy silhouette. Draoawl. The Wookiee, legendary co-pilot of the Hammer Star, now a shadow of his former glory, his fur matted, his eyes holding a weary sadness. He was a relic, like so many others who found themselves lost in Coruscant’s forgotten depths.
Draoawl’s guttural roar filled the small entryway. It wasn’t aggressive, more a greeting, a question.
“Yes, we have it,” Kael said, holding up a small, sealed crate. “The… package.”
The Wookiee grunted, stepping aside. The room beyond was dimly lit by flickering glow-panels, revealing a sparse, almost monastic interior. But it wasn’t empty. A figure sat cross-legged on a worn mat, cloaked in the faded brown robes of a Jedi. His face was obscured by shadow, but the hum of a deactivated lightsaber at his belt was unmistakable. Master Elara, a name whispered in hushed tones, a Jedi rumored to have fallen from grace, seeking refuge or penance in this forgotten place.
Ashoka felt a shiver, not of fear, but of an unfamiliar anticipation. The air crackled with a strange energy, thick with the scent of ozone and something else, something primal and musky.
“We’re here,” Kael announced, his voice a little too loud.
The Jedi slowly raised his head. His eyes, even in the dim light, held an intensity that seemed to pierce through Ashoka. He was older than she expected, his face lined, but his gaze was sharp, almost hungry.
“You brought her,” the Jedi’s voice was a low rumble, surprisingly deep.
Kael shifted, uncomfortable. “The agreement was for the data-spike. She… she just came along.”
The Jedi’s lips curved into a faint, unsettling smile. “The agreement was for the data-spike *and* a new experience.” His eyes lingered on Ashoka, sweeping over her bountiful chest, her full thighs, the curve of her stomach. She felt a flush creep up her lekku, a warmth spreading through her core. This wasn’t a usual client. This wasn’t a simple drop-off.
Draoawl let out another low growl, this one deeper, more resonant, and Ashoka felt a strange vibration deep in her bones. He moved closer, his massive hand reaching out, not for the crate, but for her shoulder. His touch was surprisingly gentle, yet firm, guiding her forward.
“Father?” Ashoka’s voice was barely a whisper now.
Kael finally turned, his face pale. “Ashoka, I… I didn’t know.”
“Oh, but you did,” the Jedi interjected, rising slowly. His robes fell open slightly, revealing a powerful physique beneath, the muscles taut, the skin smooth. “The Force guided you here, Kael. It always does. And it brought your daughter to us, exactly as intended.”
Ashoka felt her breath catch. The Jedi’s presence was overwhelming, a tidal wave of calm power that also held a dark undercurrent. She looked at her father, whose eyes pleaded with her, but made no move to intervene. A flicker of anger, then a deeper, more profound curiosity, took hold of Ashoka. She wasn’t a damsel in distress. She had always felt a pull towards the forbidden, a thrill in pushing boundaries. The lowest levels of Coruscant had always promised a certain kind of freedom, a release from the rigid structures of the upper spires. And now, it was delivering.
“What exactly is intended, Jedi?” Ashoka challenged, her chin lifting. The words felt bold, yet her body hummed with a nervous energy she couldn’t quite place.
The Jedi’s smile widened, a predatory gleam in his eyes. “To explore the depths of sensation, young Togruta. To shed the pretense of the civilized galaxy and embrace the raw, untamed urges that lie beneath.” He extended a hand, palm up. “Come, Ashoka. Let the Force guide you.”
Draoawl’s hand remained on her shoulder, his fingers digging in just enough to convey his intent. She looked from her father, who stood frozen, to the towering Wookiee, then to the Jedi, whose eyes held hers with an almost hypnotic intensity. A strange mix of fear and excitement coiled in her gut. She had always wondered what lay beyond the rules, beyond the expectations. And now, she was about to find out.
“Ashoka, don’t,” Kael finally managed, his voice cracking.
But Ashoka was already moving, drawn forward by an invisible current. The Wookiee’s large hand slid down her arm, his fur surprisingly soft against her skin. The Jedi’s hand closed around hers, his grip warm, his thumb tracing patterns on her palm. A jolt, like static electricity, shot up her arm.
“It’s alright, Father,” Ashoka said, her voice sounding steadier than she felt. “Perhaps… perhaps this is what I need.”
Kael looked defeated, his gaze dropping to the floor. The Jedi led Ashoka to the center of the room, the Wookiee following closely. The air grew thick with unspoken desires, the scent of synth-spice now mingling with a potent, musky aroma that seemed to emanate from the Wookiee.
“Remove your tunic, Ashoka,” the Jedi commanded, his voice soft, yet absolute.
Ashoka hesitated for only a moment. Her fingers went to the fastenings, pulling them open. The worn fabric fell away, revealing the full, unbridled expanse of her breasts. They were magnificent, high and round, their dark areolas prominent, the nipples already pebbling in the cool air. A gasp escaped her lips as the Jedi’s eyes, now blazing with an unholy light, devoured the sight.
“Such perfection,” he murmured, his gaze dropping lower, to the slight swell of her belly, the curve of her hips, the tantalizing hint of her inner thighs.
Draoawl let out a low, rumbling growl, a sound of deep appreciation that vibrated through the floor. His large, furry hand reached out, his knuckles brushing against her side. Ashoka shivered, a thrill shooting through her. The Wookiee’s touch was rough, yet it stirred something deep within her.
“Come closer,” the Jedi urged, his voice a silken command.
Ashoka took another step, her bare breasts jiggling with the movement. The Jedi reached out, his hands cupping them gently. His touch was reverent, yet possessive. He kneaded the soft flesh, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples, making them harden further. A low moan escaped her lips.
“You are magnificent, Ashoka,” he whispered, his eyes locked onto hers. “A force of nature, untamed.”
Draoawl moved behind her, his warm breath ruffling the lekku on her neck. His massive arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against his furry chest. The hard ridge of his erection, barely contained by his loincloth, pressed against her generous ass. Ashoka gasped, her hips instinctively grinding back, a primal urge taking hold. The Wookiee’s growl deepened, vibrating against her back, making her entire body hum.
“Father,” Ashoka whimpered, her voice thick with a mixture of fear and burgeoning arousal.
Kael, who had been watching in horrified fascination, finally stirred. He took a hesitant step forward, his hand still on his blaster. “Leave her alone!”
The Jedi’s eyes flashed, a hint of red in their depths. He didn’t release Ashoka’s breasts. “You brought her here, Kael. You offered her. Now, you will participate.”
With a flick of his wrist, a surge of the Force enveloped Kael. He cried out, his blaster flying from his hand, clattering against the wall. He was lifted off his feet, suspended in the air, then gently lowered, almost caressed, towards Ashoka.
“No, please!” Kael pleaded, his eyes wide with terror.
“This is your destiny, Father,” the Jedi said, his voice laced with a dark amusement. “To witness, and to feel.”
As Kael landed, the Jedi, still holding Ashoka’s breasts, guided her father’s hands to her hips. Kael’s fingers, trembling, brushed against the soft curve of her flesh, then hesitantly closed around her. Ashoka felt a strange, forbidden thrill. Her father, who had always been so protective, so distant, now touching her in this intimate way.
“Feel her, Kael,” the Jedi instructed, his voice a low thrum. “Feel the life, the warmth, the desire that radiates from her.”
Draoawl’s hands, meanwhile, were not idle. His furry fingers found the waistband of her simple briefs, tugging them down. Ashoka’s breath hitched as the thin fabric slid over her hips, revealing the dark triangle of her pubic hair, already glistening with moisture. The Wookiee’s growl was now a continuous rumble, a deep purr of anticipation. His thick, rough fingers brushed against her labia, making her clit throb.
“Such a sweet little flower,” the Jedi murmured, his own fingers leaving her breasts to trace the wetness between her legs. His touch was feather-light, yet incredibly potent, sending shivers through her. He found her clit, already swollen, and began to tease it gently, circling, pressing, then withdrawing. Ashoka arched her back, pressing harder against Draoawl’s erection.
“Oh, yes,” she gasped, her voice raw.
Kael, under the Jedi’s subtle coercion, found his hands moving lower, exploring the fullness of her ass, the soft cheeks that jiggled with every slight movement. He felt the heat radiating from her, the tremors that ran through her body. A conflicted groan escaped his lips.
“The taste of forbidden fruit is the sweetest,” the Jedi whispered, his finger now delving deeper, parting her wet folds. He hooked a finger inside her, finding the entrance to her pussy. Ashoka cried out, a mix of pleasure and shock. Her body convulsed around his finger.
Draoawl, sensing her readiness, shifted. His large, calloused hand moved from her ass to her front, his fingers parting her labia. He brought his face close to her ear, his deep growl a vibrating caress. The musky scent of his fur filled her nostrils, intoxicating her. He licked her clit, his rough tongue scraping against the sensitive nub, making her whimper uncontrollably.
“Oh, Force,” Ashoka moaned, her head falling back against Draoawl’s shoulder, her lekku twitching.
The Jedi’s finger moved in and out of her, slowly at first, then with increasing speed, his thumb still teasing her clit. Ashoka’s hips began to move of their own accord, grinding against the Wookiee’s burgeoning cock. Kael’s hands tightened on her ass, his fingers kneading the soft flesh, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He was no longer resisting, but succumbing to the raw, primal energy that filled the room.
“She’s wet, so wet,” the Jedi purred, his voice thick with desire. He pulled his finger out, holding it up, dripping with her slick. He brought it to his lips, tasting her. “Sweet. Delicious.”
Draoawl pulled her tighter against him, his erection now fully hard, a thick, knotty shaft pressing insistently against her. He parted her ass cheeks with his large hands, his fingers brushing against her asshole, making her clit pulse in response.
“She desires more,” the Jedi stated, his voice now a command. “She craves the fullness of us.” He turned to Kael, his eyes dark. “Your turn, Father.”
Kael’s eyes widened in terror, but the Jedi’s will was absolute. With another subtle push of the Force, Kael found himself kneeling before Ashoka, his gaze fixed on her already glistening pussy. The Jedi reached down, unzipping Kael’s trousers. His cock, average in size but firm, sprang free, already slick with pre-cum.
Ashoka watched, her breath catching in her throat. Her own father. A sense of overwhelming transgression, yet a potent thrill, surged through her.
“Take him, Ashoka,” the Jedi commanded, his voice a low growl.
Draoawl’s hand guided her hips forward, pushing her down onto Kael’s waiting cock. Ashoka cried out as the tip pressed against her, hot and full. She was already so wet, so open, that he slid in with surprising ease. A tight, stretching sensation filled her, a feeling both familiar and utterly new, intensified by the knowledge of who was inside her.
“Oh, Father,” she gasped, her voice choked with emotion.
Kael let out a groan, his eyes squeezed shut, his face a mask of shame and burgeoning pleasure. He began to move, slowly at first, then with more urgency, his hips bucking, driving his cock deeper into her. The shlicking sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the small space, mingling with Ashoka’s gasps.
But the Jedi and Draoawl were not content to merely observe. The Wookiee shifted, turning Ashoka slightly, so her left breast was directly in front of the Jedi. The Jedi leaned forward, his tongue flicking out, circling her nipple, then sucking it deep into his mouth. Ashoka arched her back, her hips bucking harder against Kael.
“Yes, like that,” the Jedi purred, his mouth working expertly on her nipple, his teeth gently scraping, sending sparks of pleasure through her.
Draoawl, meanwhile, had not forgotten his own desires. With Kael now thrusting into her pussy, the Wookiee moved his massive cock, thick and dark, to Ashoka’s ass. He nudged her opening, his shaft covered in a thick, musky pre-cum. Ashoka felt the insistent pressure, the stretch, and a new, exhilarating fear mixed with insatiable desire.
“Are you ready for all of us, Ashoka?” the Jedi asked, pulling back from her nipple, his lips wet and swollen.
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely audible. “More. Please.”
Draoawl gave a low, satisfied growl. With a powerful thrust, he began to push his huge cock into her ass. Ashoka cried out, a sharp, piercing sound, as the immense shaft stretched her, tore at her. Tears welled in her eyes, but a deeper part of her, the part that craved the hard, the forbidden, reveled in the exquisite pain.
“Harder!” she screamed, her voice hoarse. “Fuck me harder!”
Kael, spurred on by her cries and the Jedi’s silent command, began to thrust with a frantic intensity, his cock slamming into her from below. The sounds in the room became a symphony of raw, carnal pleasure: the wet shlicking of Kael’s cock, the deep, guttural squelch of Draoawl, Ashoka’s ragged moans, and the Jedi’s low murmurs of encouragement.
The Jedi’s hands were everywhere, kneading her breasts, stroking her lekku, his fingers finding her clit again, rubbing it relentlessly as Kael and Draoawl pounded into her. Ashoka was a maelstrom of sensation, her body stretched to its limits, her mind a dizzying haze of pleasure and transgression.
“You like it, don’t you, little Togruta?” the Jedi whispered, his voice dark and seductive. “You crave this release, this animalistic abandon.”
“Yes,” Ashoka sobbed, her hips twisting, trying to take them both deeper. “Oh, yes. Fill me. All of you.”
Draoawl’s thrusts were powerful, rhythmic, his balls slapping against her ass with each deep penetration. His cock was a relentless piston, stretching her tight hole wider and wider. Kael, below her, was groaning almost continuously, his face red, his eyes still closed, but his movements no longer hesitant. He was lost in the rhythm, impaling her from the front with a desperate hunger.
The Jedi watched, his face impassive yet intense, his fingers never leaving her clit, driving her closer and closer to the precipice. Ashoka felt a build-up, a pressure in her core that grew with every thrust, every touch. Her muscles clenched, her pussy gripping Kael’s cock, her ass clenching around Draoawl’s.
“I’m going to… oh, Force, I’m going to—” she choked out, her body trembling violently.
“Let it come, Ashoka,” the Jedi commanded, his voice a dark caress. “Release yourself to the Force.”
With a final, desperate surge, Ashoka screamed, her body convulsing in a powerful orgasm. Her pussy spasmed around Kael’s cock, milking him, and her asshole clenched tightly around Draoawl’s, squeezing him dry. A wave of heat washed over her, her body arching violently, her lekku flaring.
Kael, feeling her climax, let out a guttural roar, his own climax bursting forth inside her, a hot, thick gush that filled her. He collapsed against her, panting, his head buried in her stomach.
Draoawl grunted, his body tensing, and with a final, deep thrust, he too came, his warm cum filling her ass, hot and copious. He pulled back slightly, his chest heaving, his fur slick with sweat.
Ashoka lay panting, suspended between the two men, her body tingling, her mind reeling. The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and cum. Her father’s cock was still buried in her, soft now, and Draoawl’s large shaft was slowly withdrawing from her ass, leaving her feeling hollowed out, yet utterly sated.
The Jedi, his face still holding that enigmatic smile, gently wiped a streak of cum from her inner thigh with his thumb. “See, Ashoka? The Force provides all experiences. Even the most primal.”
Ashoka slowly opened her eyes. The world seemed sharper, more vivid, the grime of the lower levels suddenly holding a strange beauty. She looked at her father, who still lay against her, his face buried, his body trembling. Then she looked at Draoawl, whose eyes, though weary, held a newfound respect. Finally, her gaze met the Jedi’s.
“What now?” she asked, her voice raspy, but with a strange, new confidence.
The Jedi’s smile softened. “Now, you understand. You are no longer just a Togruta girl from the upper spires. You are a woman who has embraced her true nature, her deepest desires. And the galaxy, Ashoka, is yours to explore.” He reached out, his hand gently stroking her lekku. “The Force is with you, always. In all its forms.”
Ashoka felt a warmth spread through her, not just from the lingering heat of their bodies, but from within. She had been taken, yes, but she had also taken. She had plunged into the depths, and found a part of herself she never knew existed. The lowest levels of Coruscant, once a place of fear and despair, now felt like a crucible, a forge where her true self had been hammered into being. She was Ashoka Toga, and she liked to get fucked hard. And she was ready for whatever the galaxy, in all its raw, untamed glory, had to offrer.
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