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ME-1734265. That was the official name given to the forest planet Ahsoka Tano visited three weeks ago on a scouting mission. The planet was not significant enough to earn a full name, relegated to just letters and numbers based on its parent star and the many millions of planets that existed in that hunk of the galaxy. The system had been explored and cleansed of all Separatist activity. ME-1734265 in particular had no forward bases on it, or any stations of any size for that matter. It was quickly written off as unimportant and quickly forgotten by Jedi command.

That was except for Ahsoka, who could not forget about that planet if she tried. To her it was not just a couple letters and some jumbled numbers. While she didn't have a name for it, it had a very distinguished place in her memory, marked as the planet where she lost her virginity. It was that handsome wolf she'd encountered who had taken it from her, and who in turn relinquished his. Far deeper than the planet itself, he was buried into Ahoska's mind, appearing every night when she was in bed, inviting her hand to her nethers to simulate their experience together.

But no amount of fingering could properly relive that day. With his mutual yearning resonating through the force, she was determined to return, and so she did. Ahsoka took leave so that she could pilot her way back to the ME system. Her interceptor broke out of hyperspace, just outside the planet's orbit. There was its obnoxiously green surface rotating outside the window of her cockpit. A smile came across her orange face as she broke from the hyperspace docking ring and made a descent towards the planet. She'd had the presence of mind during her last visit to log the coordinates of her landing site. Hopefully her friend still lived there.

Her ship phased into the exosphere, there being a great rattle to her ship and the tongues of superheated plasma shooting off the nose. It blossomed into a cloak of white hot flames, roaring off her fuselage. She held onto the joystick tightly, maintaining a direct course. The clouds fogged her canopy, then broke apart to reveal a crisp image of the infinite emerald below. The ship launched its thrusters, leveling its descent and extinguishing the flames. From there the plane droned on autopilot, heading for the same break in the trees she had descended into three weeks prior.

It rolled out of the horizon towards her like the mast of a ship. There beeped a few tones in the cabin. "Bee-beep-beep." Ahsoka looked at her comm board and saw a message: Landing Sequence Activated.

"Thanks, R7," she said.

R7-A7, her loyal astromech droid, was perched behind the canopy, his swivel-head spinning around and watching the landing site grow closer. He beeped out another message: Are you sure you want to come back here? There are much better places to spend leave.

"Oh, that's where you're wrong," said Ahsoka. "Trust me. I know a guy."

"Bee-beee-beeep." If you say so.

"Don't worry about it." She patted a canvas rucksack between her legs. "I got everything I need."

The ship zoomed towards the clearing, first orbiting and then spiraling into the landing site. Once directly over it R7 deployed the landing skids and the air thrusters, lowering the ship to the grass. The canopy shot open with a hiss, and Ahsoka stood out of it. Around her body was a similar outfit to that of her previous visit: a cropped khaki top that hugged her chest and a matching pair of shorts that hardly fell below her buttocks. On her feet were heavy hiking boots. She grabbed her rucksack and hiked it onto her back, clattering its contents inside. Oh, how she couldn't wait to use them.

She leapt from her ship, onto the ground. "You stay here, R7. I'll be back in a few hours, maybe more."

"Bee-boo-beep." Don't get killed out there.

She didn't understand what he said, but had a strong idea. Without looking back at him she threw a thumbs up. "You got it!"

Out into the shadowy forest she went, a realm blanketed from the sun by a nigh impenetrable ceiling of leafy canopy. The Force was muddled here, blockaded by a regiment of silent, unmoving trees. The meandering roots sprawling out from their bases were obstacles Ahsoka had to step over carefully so as not to trip and hurt herself. She perused the Force for his presence, finding nothing at first, but confident it would appear shortly.

At last it did, falling on her senses like a dart to the neck. A great cold rippled across her skin, prickling her flesh and perking her nipples. From his presence alone she felt a great heat blow forth out of her quim. Do I really want him that badly? Yes, yes she did. A quick turn in one direction faced her towards the source of his energy. She surged towards it, practically skipping over the many roots in her way. There was a tree in front of her that she had her eyes locked on. That sensation of chills turned electric as she closed in on it. He's right there. He has to be. She employed the force to leap the rest of the way there, zooming off the ground with just a single stride of her foot. The wind rushed past her ears and over her head tails. She made it to the tree and whipped around the other side of the trunk.

Nobody. There was nobody there. Breath swelling her lungs, she darted her eyes around. Nope. He wasn't here. That great buzzing still held her captive though. He had to have been close. Where is he? Did the force betray me? How did I-?

A polite tap on her shoulder had her jumping out of her skin. She spun around and was greeted by a wall of black fur. There he was, standing in front of her with a cheeky smile on his face, that monolith of a werewolf with all his strapping muscles and wild charm. His tail wagged behind him giddily.

Ahsoka never felt more relieved. Reflexes drilled into her by Jedi training and years of combat had brought her hands out besides her hip, ready to draw her sabers with the force. She sighed and bowed her head, laughing. "Well, you got me. Good job."

The werewolf wagged his tail proudly.

"So, how have you been, big boy? Miss me?" She slid the rucksack off her shoulders and closed the gap between them, just within his reach. One of her hands lifted to his trunk where she traced the deep trenches lining his muscles. "'Cause I missed you. I've been thinking about you a lot of nights." Her hand came down to his hip, near where his man purse hung so heavily. She'd forgotten how enormous his balls were. The head of his sheath was already starting to distend, letting her see the blood red tip of his penis. Her fingers hovered towards it, over where a deep V sat below his trunk, aiming at his powerful junk. "But touching myself isn't the same." She met his gaze. "Is it for you?"

The werewolf had not, in fact, ever touched himself either before or after her first visit. That did not mean he didn't think about her, earning himself a powerful need to mate once more. The pretty orange goddess infested his mind and dreams with the velveteen grace of her body and touch. In those three weeks he waited for her return, dejected by each moonfall. His return to the landing sight was ritualistic, each time driven by the hope that her roaring sky dragon would be at the center of it.

At last she was here in front of him, ready and eager to unite their bodies like they had the first time. He did not parse a word she said, but her desires were clear, as were his. He reached his massive arms out for her and clasped them behind her back, pulling her into him. She did not resist, letting herself fall into the furry wall of muscle that was his torso. He dropped his snout into her face, mouth agape, tongue free to land on hers. Her mouth was open, leaving his invasion welcome. That wormy, pink muscle darted and lashed about her mouth, letting loose a thickish flow of slobber that embedded around their mouths. Ahsoka felt small but also safe. In the cocoon of his arms with his tongue dashing about her mouth she could leave herself vulnerable, a luxury she did not have often as a Jedi.

Her hands clenched on his back, grabbing fistfuls of that coarse, black fur of his. She scraped at the dense bedrock just beneath it, feeling it flex as his paws explored her back. They found her top and clutched it.

RIIIIIP!

With just a casual pull it was torn from her body, leaving her pert bosom out in the open. They fell into place with a dramatic sway, her dark orange nipples growing stiff again in the cool, humid air. She pressed her chest into him, feeling the manly scratch of his fur on her bare breast. It excited her something terrible, both exciting her teats and lighting her cunny afire. He was not done with her clothes, coming down to those shorts, now redundant, and treating them with equal disdain.

RIIIIIIP!

They came off as a tattered corpse of fabric and thread bundled in his fist. He tossed them away. Fluttering down to the ground they went, immediately forgotten and to be abandoned. Her lightsabers rattled once they struck the ground. Ahsoka pressed back into him, feeling the heat of his manhood settle on her lower tummy. The first portion of his cock was out now, burning against her skin, sliding free from his sheath. For now they focused on their tongue wrestling, absorbing each other's taste, feel, and smell.

His maw broke from hers only when his tongue started to ache. Hot breaths beat out of him, blasting her in the face. She swooned her head back, bathing in the masculinity of it all. His penis was fully erect, pulsing erratically and bleeding the first bead of precum. She took a step back, letting it fall forward, knot and all, aiming at her urgently. A soft chortle rumbled in her throat as she laid a single hand on it, brushing the underside with just the tips of her fingers. She was rewarded with a sharp throb of his cock muscle, one that bounced his dick in her grasp.

"Been needing this, haven't you?" she asked.

The werewolf's jaw was slack, letting in deep breaths to keep himself under control. Just the smallest caress of her finger made his balls feel heavy. A sharp snort blew out his nose.

"Yeah, I can tell. So have I. See this?" Her other hand came down to her hip, bringing his attention to her chalice where a thin sheen of liquid arousal clung to the skin, glistening it. "I need it too. I think we're going to enjoy ourselves even more than last time~"

Another huff from the werewolf. He brought his face back down to her face for another soft lick on her mouth which she kept open for him. He ventured to her cheek, then her jowl, then her neck. There he nibbled her softly, combining some rough licks and gentle smooches. Ahsoka kept her head bent to the side, exposing the ardent throb of her artery to his loving kisses. Her jaw remained slack so that those sighs and moans could come freely. She tightened her grip on his shaft, drawing it to the knot and then up to the head for her first stroke. A grumble from his throat buzzed against her neck, joined with a hot burst of breath.

"Ohhh..." sighed Ahsoka, feeling that needfulness between her legs growing by the second. Foreplay time was over. It was time to move to the real deal. Luckily, she had some ideas. Her hand came to his chest and politely pushed him away. His mouth came off her neck, tongue still hanging out, a worried look on his face. "Don't worry. I just want to try something else, something I think you'll really like."

His ears perked and his tail wagged.

She let go of his penis and took a step back. A single blot of precum shone on her tummy. "You wait right here." She journeyed back to her rucksack and brought it over to him. It whumphed on the ground when she dropped it between them. The werewolf looked down at it curiously. "You know, I visited the redlight district back in Coruscant. I wanted to buy some things to make my next visit special. Boy, did I find some things. There are some folk out there who really know how to have a good time. I went to one shop, told them I had a handsome man I wanted to treat, got some things recommended to me. I bought a few."

The werewolf listened closely, hanging on her every syllable and wondering where it was going. She half expected him to nod along and say something, his blue eyes were so intensely focused on her. It reminded her of how young he had to have been.

She bent over and opened the top flap of the rucksack. Inside were a few shiny objects the werewolf did not recognize or comprehend. The first she pulled out was a simple ring of metal, brass in color. It dangled between her thumb and forefinger.

"Here. This'll keep you lively," she said. "Want to try it on?"

His eyes were crossed as he stared at the queer object. He looked excited to find out what it did.

"Great. Hold still." She brought it down to his erection and slid it over. She brought it down to the knot where she carefully jimmied it down, making the werewolf snort. "Easy. Almost there." The ring sat in the crook between his knot and his balls, wringing his flesh tightly. "There we go. How does that feel?"

Uncomfortable. It felt uncomfortable. The blood pressure in his penis was held tight, hardening it into something even more powerful. More veins crept to the surface of his skin. Those that were already there thickened and meandered around his impressive length. A deep huff blew out of his mouth. It was as though a great addition of mass had been added to his package.

Ahsoka resumed stroking his cock. "Oh yeah. That's getting the job done, isn't it? You can drill a hole into a tree. We'll see what this bad boy can do in a little bit, but first, I got something else for ya~" She turned around and bent over to reach back into the rucksack for something else. There was that lovely ass of hers, presented in front of him for his admiration and appreciation. At the center of her shadowy flesh canyon was her pucker, and just beneath that her moist cunt. With his cock throbbing so angrily, it was his everything not to grab her by the hips and take her right then and there.

Stopping him was Ahsoka standing back up and turning around, another instrument of sex dangling from her two fingers. This time it was two rings of soft material chained together by stainless steel links. The werewolf did not understand what it was. With the cock ring latched to him he thought that it did something similar. It didn't occur to him that it would hold his wrists prisoner.

Ahsoka made a twirling motion with her finger. "Turn around for me, handsome." He didn't understand. "Here, allow me." She waltzed around behind him, the handcuffs clicking open with a pull on the release switch. The sound made his ears flinch. He turned with her as she walked, stopped by a single hand on his shoulder. "Just stay right there. It's OK." He stopped turning, though he kept one eye on her as she stood behind him.

The cuffs swung open, their fuzzy rings forming two semi-circles like the jaws of an animal. She grabbed one of his wrists and pinned it to his lower back. One cuff closed around it with a loud clic-ick! The werewolf jolted and made to turn around.

"Nonono! It's OK! Watch." She grabbed his other paw and placed it next to its twin. It too fell into the handcuffs' grasp. She took a step back and admired her handiwork. "There we go~"

The werewolf meant to bring his paws back to his side, only to feel the rude bite of cuff digging into his wrists. He let out a ruff of confusion. His arms ripped one way and then the next, wrists curling inside their fuzzy, ungiving confines. The sinews in his forearms bulged and flexed, but were not powerful enough to break stainless steel.

Ahoska came up behind him and laid two soothing hands on his shoulders. "Shhhhhh, it's OK." She massaged his traps, displacing and whispering through his great forest of black fur. "It's all for fun. You can trust me, I swear."

He looked over his shoulder at her, some clear concern in his expression.

"Come here. Let's get more comfortable." She hooked one arm through the crook in his elbow and guided him to the tree trunk.

He stood with his back against it, pinning his arms between him and the bark. His heart was pounding hard, flooding his ears with the sound of rushing blood. Each breath hissed through his nose as he braced for some kind of punishment. Instead she grasped his penis with one dainty hand. Just the tips of her thumb and middle finger ran down his impressive length, lingering around his supremely sensitive knot. He let out a soft whimper, his arousal now edging towards something agonizing.

Ahsoka's finger swept to the topside of his knot and ran a small circle around it. She felt him pulse and throb at her touch. She kept her face inches away from where his chest swelled with each heaving breath. "I bet you didn't see things happening this way, did you?" she asked, eyes locked on his. "You thought you were gonna rut me as good as last time." Her fingers formed a ring around his shaft, tugging on it gently. A glassy bead of precum fell from the tip and stretched to the ground between their feet. "Well, I might let you do that, if you're a good boy. First you're gonna let me have my fun. Don't worry, you'll enjoy it too."

The werewolf was close to hyperventilating, his breath came so quickly. Each pass of her hand on his pole was yet another throb of delight and a notch of desire. An ache pounded in his knot and hung on his balls. His scrotum was ready to rip apart around the weight of desire that had encumbered it. The absolute most he could do was thrust into her open fingers, praying she would reward him with her body.

She would, evident by her descent onto her knees in front of him. His cock jostled in front of her face as she continued to stroke it. Each vein and filament stood out in great detail, aided by the cockring's squeeze on the hilt. The inner moisture of his sheathe glistened in the light. It was at its brightest where his cockhead flared and then arrowed into a warhead. Precum continued to bleed from that tiny slit. That coppery, masculine smell bloomed in her nostrils, adding a few degrees to the conflagration between her thighs.

Just kneeling there in front of it was a tease for the both of them. Ahsoka would at least continue to jerk him slowly, her fist corkscrewing each way. Her eye contact remained steadfast. "I can tell you're pent up. How long was it? Three weeks, at least? Did you ever release in that time?"

The werewolf blew out his cheeks. His jaw was open, letting out huffs of hot breath that reached all the way to Ahsoka and beat across her face.

"No? I can tell." Her other hand came to his balls, nestling them on her palm and between her fingers. The thin, black fur covering them was angelically soft, tickling her as she rolled her hand around. Those fat eggs bowing the skin out were heavy and hot, an absolute joy to have cradled in her petite hand. Radiating from them was a musk intense enough to knock a bantha on its ass. Plump and earthy, it invited her to angle his cock up and sink her nose into his purse for a deep whiff. She closed her eyes and did just that.

Sniiiiifffffff. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm~"

He felt the cold air sweep across his fur. Gooseprickles made his nipples go hard. Having her pretty face disappear into the embrace of his sack made them as heavy as anvils. His long, pink tongue fell from his jaw, bobbing as he started to pant in full.

Ahsoka brought his face out of his crotch and smiled up at him. Her hand continued dancing on his pole. "Such a big, handsome man. Why haven't I encountered more men like you across the galaxy?" Her other hand left his balls for his pillar, forming a two-handed grip that more thoroughly stimulated him.

His eyes started to flutter. He craned his head back, knocking it into the trunk with a soft thud. His fists clenched in their cuffs and his feet claws sank into the dirt. There came a doleful moan through his clenched teeth.

"I guess there can't be too many studs like you out there. Wouldn't make you as special. Besides..." She laid a tiny smooch on his cocktip. "It means I get to have someone like you all to myself."

That singular kiss was like a bolt of lightning across his loins, making him gasp and whine. She kissed him again, then again, then finally parted her lips to encompass the head. The grip was like molten steel, a fiery liquid that sent quakes rolling up his thigh muscles. Her tongue was the most crucial instrument, forming tight circles around his glans and mopping up that sweet reserve of juice he'd seeped for her. It was duly swallowed, the resulting pressure of which made the poor werewolf melt.

"Nnnn... Nnnnn... Nnnnnn..."

A smile crept up Ahsoka's lips, wrapped around the werewolf's cock as they were. She pulled back, a single strand of spit slipping down her lip before it was licked up. "How's that feel? That gonna make you cum?"

The look on his face said it all.

"Mmmmm, just you wait." She stroked his dick a couple more times before reuniting her mouth with his pecker, this time sinking past the flare of his glans and bringing the tip past the center floor of her tongue. There his taste flooded her mouth, gracing the rest of her with a sweeping chill that blossomed her nipples and made her thighs clench. She felt his nectar drop on the entrance of her throat. A great sigh blew through her nose, buzzing around his cock. His heart beat slammed against her palate. A solid throb bounced that pole on her tongue. Delight shimmered in her cunt. She was going to enjoy this.

So was the werewolf already, leering his head back against the tree with eyes out of sync in their sockets. He felt the descent of her mouth like a stab in the crotch, one of pure delight. He fought the handcuffs behind him, wanting nothing more than to grasp the back of her head and pull her down until he was deep in her throat. None of that was possible while the cuffs remained latched to him, exacerbating his sensitivity to her touch.

Ahsoka retreated to the head before gliding back down, maintaining a tight seal with her lips and sinking in her cheeks. With each pass there would be the sound of wet flesh colliding. Shllk shllk shllk shllk. Ahoska kept her eyes closed, focusing on the weight of his cock, its heat, the taste, and the sounds echoing from his maw softly. Coos of her own would come out through her nose, gentle sighs and murrs of delight. One hand slithered down into her crotch where she started to finger herself. Waves of bliss wafted through her as just her middle finger would drift up and down her crease in sync with the bob of her head on the werewolf's cock.

Her free hand grasped the hilt of his shaft, right in front of the knot, so she could stroke the portion her mouth hadn't reached. Every quadrant of that masculine length was stimulated, escalating the poor man's whimpers. He pushed his hips forward, punching to the greater depths of her mouth. So wet, so warm. He wanted to stay there forever, watching his pillar vanish into her lips molded to the shape of his girth. All that he needed was to touch her, but for now he could only be tormented.

His escalating whimpers and ardent push into her throat drove her to go faster and deeper. Her self-pleasuring intensified with a sharp hook of her finger around the clit. Her brow furrowed upon a surge of delight. A moan blew through her nose. Soon her lips were shuttling up and down his dick with enough speed to make her head tails come off and slap against her shoulders. Those wet sloshing sounds became constant, joining the deep huffs and whimpers the werewolf let out. Any noise she made was suddenly cut off by the penetration of her throat, driven by a sudden charge down his shaft. Her gullet coddled him with a few sharp throbs.

"Ulk... Ulk... Ulk..."

She loosened her jaw and opened her mouth. The hand at the bottom of his shaft left it for the back of his thigh to hold herself up. She flew her head back and then came crashing back, again plugging her throat with a loud ulk and many other gross sounds. Her fingers were a blur over her pussy, dragging the flesh around her pearl around at an increasing pace. Between having her neck corked she could let out hollowed moans and groans while entire columns of slobber flung off her lips and his lathered pole.

The werewolf's teeth clenched and his lips curled into a ferocious snarl, wrinkling the top of his snout. A long groan rumbled out the depths of his chest, a signal for his coming climax. His fists could've warped steel, they were balled so tightly. The tips of his feet claws sank into the dirt with the reflexive curl of his toes. That rumbling growl transitioned into a desperate whimper. He was at his peak, launched there and then thrown over by Ahsoka's mouth.

"Hnngggahhhhhhh~~~!!!"

The first throb beat out of him when Ahsoka's head was on the backswing. The first rope, a thickish clot of hot nectar, smacked her in the palate. She flinched but held steady, forcing herself all the way back down until he was back in her throat, letting loose the rest of his load straight down her gullet. That giant cock muscle running up his shaft would collapse and then burst, bringing with it another fat spurt of his cum. His knot burst and his balls contracted in their purse, letting loose a majority of the past three weeks' reserve.

He was not alone in ecstasy, as Ahsoka made the last push towards her own orgasm. Her body seized upon a great crash of spasms. Her lungs tried to inhale but remained blocked by the werewolf's cock. She pulled herself off him with a gasp. "Guuuuuhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhhhh~!" Her finger did not stop twirling, riding out the rest of her climax. Around it hissed a fountain of cunny water that splattered on the ground and soaked the inside of her knees and calves. "Huhhh! Huhhhh! Huhhhh!"

Throughout it all the werewolf was still cumming. Shots of pearly batter flung from his tip, landing about Ahsoka's orange face. It struck the inside of her mouth, her cheek, and her chin before dying into a weak dribble. The werewolf came close to collapsing, it felt so good. Just seeing her pretty face painted in his seed fogged his brain with a cloud of happiness.

Ahsoka's orgasm faded and her eyes fell open. About her orange face were white markings both natural and added by the werewolf. Those ivory splotches sat on the skin heavily, one strand of it sliding down her cheek. With the bliss subsiding she could catch her breath and let out a chuckle. "Wow. I take it you enjoyed that."

He was only just coming off the high of his own climax. His cock stood out of him, erection maintained by the swell of his knot and the constraint of his cock ring. More veins had sprouted to the surface of the skin. It resembled the calf of a biker or the forearm of a bodybuilder. A single droplet of cum sat in the slit. He was about to rub it out, only to be reminded of the cuffs still around his wrists. He pouted.

"Oh, hush. Just a little longer. Don't worry." She wiped away the cum on her face with just her fingers before standing up. The muscles in her legs were rubbery, requiring her to lean on him for proper balance. She coiled her arms around his neck and kissed him. He reciprocated, if weakly. His penis stabbed into her belly and was angled up. His pulse hammered away at her, both in his chest and in his shaft. They parted mouths with a sigh. Once finger slid down his pecs. "You're a good boy for cumming. I used some tricks I read about in that store. I knew it would work, but not that well. I'm glad you liked it~"

The werewolf licked at her cheeks, tasting his own cum. It was a meager plea for her to remove the handcuffs.

A chill buzzed on her face where she licked him. Gooseprickles erupted across her skin, once more tightening her nipples. She giggled. "In a minute, sweet boy. I've got some more things I want to show you." Her finger slid up his neck then flicked off his chin as she slipped away.

He watched as she returned to the rucksack and bent over it, aiming her ass at him. There was tussle behind him as he struggled against the cuffs, that urge to put his hands on her fiercer than ever. She heard the chains rattling and his vehement huffs. A coy smile crept across her lips as she started taking her sweet time rummaging through her bag. She tilted her hips to the right, then the left, wobbling those doughy, orange haunches. Just you wait, boy, she thought. I've got an even better show for you.

Eventually she stood up and turned around, showing him the second toy. It was a fat, cylindrical object made of clear silicone. It shone with some lubricant the werewolf could smell all the way from where he stood. He frowned at the sight of it, there growing a slight sense of dread seeing how the last object was used.

Ahsoka jiggled it in her hand. It made a sloppy woggle-woggle sound. Flecks of lubricant flew off it. "Oh, you're gonna like this. Don't worry your pretty little head." She sauntered over to him, watching him keep his eyes on the queer device. She stood next to him perpendicular, shoulder to shoulder. She brought the object to the head of his penis. At one end was a slot that she fit over the head. Cool, icy sensations rippled down his pole, causing him to gasp. The silicone sleeve bowed around his girth, expanding as she slid it further. Inside were dense knobs that rubbed and scraped down his sensitive dickskin, feeling like a rake of claws.

The silicone hugged him tightly, squashing the lubricant into him so that he felt every ounce of its electrifying effect. Through the black fur on his cheeks she saw him blush. His cocktip breached the opposite end of the sleeve, letting free a long thread of precum that fell to the ground. The smell of lubricant was crisp and minty. His nose twitched at the smell of it. The whimpering resumed as his hips started to buck automatically, imaging that sleeve of goodness as Ahsoka's quim.

She held the sleeve in place, letting him set the pace. Even through that layer of rubbery silicon she could sense the intensity of his need. "That's a good boy," she whispered. "I bet you're pretending it's me." Her hand came up his back, resting above his tail where she could feel his muscles clenching and flexing. Those rocky forearms were just above it, squirming around in his cuffs. She gave his ass a friendly pat. "I've been thinking about you too. I've put things inside me and pretended they were yours, but it's never like the real deal." She pushed on the sleeve in time with his thrusts and pulled back when he did. "Goes without saying my finger doesn't cut it either. I'm glad I've got everything right here in my hand, now."

He was ignorant of everything he said, not merely because of the language barrier, but because his focus was on the explosive joy rocking through his package. His eyes were hazy again, trapped behind fluttering lids. More groans belted out of him. His rocky glutes clenched and unclenched at a steady cadence, each time driving that hellacious cock of his down the sleeve's hallway. The scrape of those knobs alone was enough to drive him wild, let alone the burn of the lubricant and Ahsoka's tight grip.

The circling of her hand around his lumbar didn't help either, nor the gentle pecks she rained down on his neck. Shuddering whispers would journey into his ear. "Be a good boy and cum for me. That's it. Let it out." Her hand matched his speed and ferocity, pumping across his entire length. Lube mixed with precum shot out with the breach of his cock through the other side. She landed a few more kisses on his neck before reiterating her command. "Cum for me."

He was loath to disobey. "Hyuhhhhhhhhh~~~!!!" His hips shot out as far as they would go, slamming his knot into the sleeve which Ahsoka obliged to push down and squeeze on him. Inside was another series of powerful throbs, the first launching out a streamer of cum that arced through the air and splatter on a tree root audibly. More followed, coming in thick tendrils and then shotgunned pearls.

Ahsoka resumed jerking him with the sleeve until he was finished. She chortled and kissed his neck. "Good boy. That's exactly what I wanted." She pulled the sleeve off his dick, leaving it to stand out from him with a knot even bigger than the sleeve had found it. She casually went back to the rucksack to put it inside.

The werewolf pulled at his cuffs, expecting her to take them off at last. Suspicion that she would leave him in there forever, or at least as long as she was here, settled on him and filled his heart with lead. He watched her stand up from the rucksack and hoped that she would turn around and come back.

She didn't. Instead she stayed where she was, her back to him, feet shoulder-width apart, not even looking back at him. Her hands were in front of her on her thighs. He could see the bottom fringe of her cunt lips, slightly parted from her previous prodding. She slid her hands around to the flanks of her thighs, then up her curves. They came to her breasts which she gave a hearty squeeze.

At last she turned her head to peer at him with one eye. "I know you're looking back there, boy. You want me to take off those cuffs, hmm?"

With just the inflection of her voice he knew what she was asking. He let out a hopeful snort.

"Mmmm, I bet you do. But first, just one more thing I wanna show you." She bent over at the waist, hands coming to her knees. Those two hemispheres of soft haunch jutted out at him, parting slightly so that he could see that wrinkled crater just above her pussy. With one flex of the glute her blubber bounced and then settled, followed by its twin. She split an evil grin. "Here's something I see the girls do in the strip clubs down in the red light district," she said as her ass continued to twerk, each buttock bouncing in rhythm with one another. "It drives all the boys wild. I think it will you too~"

She had no idea. The werewolf's jaw was dropped, his eyes agape at the sight of her ass wobbling so dramatically. They would flick upwards upon the clench of her glute then come clattering down, waves of flesh rocking throughout her ass and upper thighs. His cock throbbed angrily, the ache of his previous orgasms insignificant compared to his rabid horniness. He leaned after her, utterly hypnotized, led by the fat, red dowsing rod that reached out from him. Slaver fell from his jaw. He took the first step towards her, piloted by the energy with which her ass bounced so chaotically.

She watched him through her legs, bent over, head upside down, tits hanging against her collar. She flashed a smile. "You like it that much, huh? Here, let me give it to you." She stood up and backed into him, colliding his pecker with her crack, hotdogging him. A great shiver billowed through them both. "Mmmmmm, been waiting for this, haven't you?" She grinded her ass on his cock, still rocking her haunches into a perpetual twerk.

His dick bounced and shook with the roll of her cheeks. More precum slid from his tip, falling on the very bottom of her back. His haws clenched. Arousal burned across his junk, begging to be quenched. He backed up so that his cock would fall forward and be in line with her womanhood. Instead she followed him, backing him all the way into the tree where she continued twerking and grinding.

Her hips bucked backwards in a reverse pelvic thrust, launching her orange mounds at him and swerving his penis up and down. A look over the shoulder revealed half a smile. "Yeah? How's that big boy? You like that?" She was almost out of breath, each syllable coming as a pant. "You want more of this?"

With nowhere to go and no signs of her stopping, the werewolf had to act. He resumed a fruitless struggle against the cuffs, pulling, yanking, and twisting his paws every which way that they could go. Arousal building, he struggled and he struggled, but brute force would not work on its own. He closed his eyes and relaxed his arms. A feeling, a rogue thought, an unsolicited hint, whispered to him. His right thumb grazed the outside of the handcuff's loop. It bumped into a tiny lever. He pressed it.

Click!

Ahsoka stopped twerking. She recognized that sound. She meant to turn around. She wasn't quick enough. The werewolf was free.

He clapped one giant paw to the back of her neck, squeezing the air out of her throat and making her head ring. The werewolf shoved her down to the knees, head held up by his deathgrip on her neck. She reached back to grab his wrist, feeling a furry pillar of bone and muscle that was hard like rock. Her bulging eyes rolled in their sockets. She tried to relax herself for what came next.

No matter how much she loosened herself, she wasn't going to be ready enough. In his furious haste, the werewolf grabbed his cock and thrusted it into Ahsoka's ass. It was like a stake had been rammed up her backside. From her gaped jaw shot a choked scream, a mixture of agony and delight. She felt her innards stretch to accommodate him. The zenith of his spear felt like it was seated in her gut.

He did a vicious growl, pained and pleasured by a draconian grip. She had him to the knot, everything above it hidden within her ass, throbbing angrily, ready to reap its reward. Reap it he did, arcing his hips back so that his dick ascended from her hole like a rocket from its silo. He thrusted it back hard, clapping his hips on her cheeks with a devastating WHAP!

"UGH!" gagged Ahsoka. The pressure was blinding, but so was the ecstasy. That hole had never been a target of hers. She realized what she'd been missing out on. It was a trigger for so many sensations good and bad, each one crashing head on to make her moan, choke, and scream. "Huhhhhgggghhhhhh! Huhhhhh! Ugghhhhhhhh!"

His nostrils flared with his rapid hammering. Spittle blew through his clenched teeth. Those mighty ass muscles were the pistons behind his power. He sent shockwaves up her flesh, threatening to blow out her back. Her avid screams hiccuped on each impact. The paw not latched to her neck reeled back and landed a powerful swat across the ass.

THWACK!

"UGGHHHHHHH~!" bellowed the Jedi, all teachings and regimen abandoned in favor of an experience her brain was starting to melt under. Her pupils vanished behind her eyelids. Drool fell from the tip of her tongue, whipping out everytime he thrusted into her. A cloud of pure joy invaded her mind, all influence from the midichlorians having been vanquished. The only thing that mattered, the only thing that existed, was the studly werewolf standing behind her, fucking her brains out.

He felt his pleasure spiking towards a climax, finally. His last few thrusts decelerated, each one using his full length and power. With a great heave he launched his loins and threw his head back. A terrific howl bellowed from his lips, aimed at the canopy. That knot, enormous and vascular, slammed into her asshole, bowing it out and then closing it around the very hilt of his cock which spewed the last of its contents into her.

It was an explosion of pain immediately followed by a catastrophic flood of ecstasy. Joining that doleful howl was a gargled scream out of Ahsoka's belly. Her cunt spewed a geyser of water onto the dirt, the stream coming out straight and opaque. It halted then resumed a few times, similar to the beat of the werewolf's cock throbs. Her body spasmed violently. Her mind was shattered.

The werewolf doubled over her once his orgasm was finished. Huffs and puffs came out of him until he was finally able to catch his breath and look down at his conquest. Ahsoka was barely cognizant, her head still locked in place by the grip on her neck. He let go and retracted his arm quickly, suddenly remorseful. She simply collapsed to the dirt, breathing deeply, no idea as to where she was or how she got there.

The werewolf grabbed her by the midsection and picked her off the ground, knot still buried in her ass. He sat with his back to the tree, Ahsoka in his lap. He nuzzled the side of her neck and licked it, waiting for her to come to. She did so slowly, his wet tongue helping the forest come into focus.

Eventually she groaned. Her whole body ached and her ass was on fire. "Nnnnngh, God." She realized he was licking her. She batted him away softly. "Alright, I'm up, I'm up. Geez." She rubbed a hand around her stomach where she felt his density lodged like a brick wrapped in cloth. "Damn. Did you really have to do it there?" With the pleasure fading away there was only the great discomfort of having a burdensome wolf dick in her ass. A hiss sucked through her teeth. "Ah... Come on. Help me off."

She positioned her feet on the ground and pushed herself up. The werewolf helped with his paws. It was slow at first, but eventually her ring met the girth of his knot and came sliding off with a disgusting schlorrrp!

"Ahhh!" Ahsoka was back on her feet, but only barely. It felt like a crater had been dug into her ass. An entire waterfall of white glop fell from it and slapped the dirt below. She winced and rubbed her backside. "Ahh... That's gonna sting for a while."

The werewolf stood up and gave her a hug from behind. She was the recipient of a few apology kisses on the cheek.

"Alright, alright. I forgive you." She turned around and wrapped her arms around him, eyes up to meet his. "I guess that's what I get for teasing you so badly, though I can't say I regret it. Here, let's get this nasty thing off you." She wrapped her hands around his cock ring. It took some serious twisting and pulling, but she was able to get it past his knot. Immediately his cock deflated and began to retract into his sheathe. "There we go. Much better." She pecked him on the nose. His tail wagged. A sad smile came across her face. "Well, I have to go now. It was so nice seeing you again."

Immediately his tail stopped wagging. She was afraid that he would protest. Instead he let go of her and went to her rucksack and clothes to pick them up. He came back to her, wrapped one beefy arm around her trunk, and hoisted her onto his shoulder.

"Whoa!" She hung her legs down his front, her torso coming down his back. "Hey! What are you-?" He started to walk. Looking where he was going revealed that he was headed for the landing site. "Oh." She giggled. "Thank you."

The two of them came back into the opening to find her interceptor. R7-A7 twisted his head to see them approaching. He let out an alarmed whoop at the sight of a naked Ahsoka slung over an equally naked werewolf.

She lifted her hand up and waved it blindly. "It's OK, R7! He's with me."

The werewolf set her down in front of her ship. The two of them shared another kiss.

"I'll be back soon. Don't you worry. OK?"

He wagged his tail and smiled at her.

"Until next time." She grabbed her rucksack and climbed back on board. The canopy came open and she climbed inside.

"Bee-beep-bee!" Who was that? What happened? Are you OK?

"Oh, I'm just fine, R7," she said. "I'm just fine."

The ship roared to life and hovered into the sky where it zoomed into the heavens. The werewolf stood in the landing sight, his head upturned, watching until she disappeared, hoping that he would see her again soon.

THE END