0 comments/ 15217 views/ 2 favorites The Enlightenment of Bay Ch. 01 By: Kawaii Anime Padawan Bayrod Betu straightened his robes and shook out his shoulders to relax himself while preparing to push the com button on the side of his mistress' door. He had been summoned mentally earlier by her in lightsaber training. Her command came as he was trying to feint with one saber and pull the other one up and over as a distraction. As he thought this, his face buried in his hands, he smiled foolishly. Instead, it just went all to the moons of Helidor. He watched as the sabers crashed into the walls and fizzled out. Mace Windu, himself, came over and questioned him about his lack of control. He could only bow his head and accept the rebuke. Mentally, he returned a terse, "Yes, Ma'am, after this lesson" to his mistress. She had already moved onto other things but he was positive she received his message. Here Bayrod stood, all sixteen years and two meters of him, kinda afraid to go in and see what she wanted with him. He had been afraid of her ever since he realized that the maternal feelings he had for her all his life had blossomed into so much more. Bayrod didn't remember his real mother the Jedi Council had sensed his potential while he was in the womb, so he was taken away from her as soon as he was weaned. The only thing he ever remembered was his mistress, Xeira Chamtete, her impossibly long brown hair, dusty green eyes like a pool that went without use for the summer months, her long fingers that played the harp so masterfully and could calm him with their touch. He loved her but he feared her. She was a little over a meter and a half of pure force of nature, her calmness gone when she was angry or annoyed with something, which gratefully wasn't often. He pushed the button and at the same time, she projected into his mind, "I have been sitting here for five minutes watching you fuss about and work up the courage to come in here." "Yes, ma'am," he gave back. The door opened efficiently and he stepped through, still in wonder after all his years of her surroundings. Xeira had tried to make her chamber look as much as the seaside village from which she hailed. The floor covering was sandy but stable and the colors were immediately calming to him; all greens, blues and soft browns. He breathed deeply for no one else when to this much trouble for themselves, he thought. She was a little vain of the fact of it and allowed him to center himself in the Force. He opened his large brown eyes and focused on her, asking without words, what was it she needed him for. His sneer betrayed the loyalty in the words and his half bow was committed too hastily to be genuine. She turned around, ruffling her robes and showed him her back, straight with a narrow waist. His face and demeanor immediately softened, he rushed to her side, taking the hem of her robes to his lips and kissing them as he had when he was a child. As a Jedi, he couldn't show the love he had for her but he conveyed in these gestures quite appropriately. Her hand reached out and tousled his Padawan braids, then to the top of his head, rubbing it gently, thoroughly. Bayrod loved this, her long fingers massaging his scalp through his short hair, this is all he ever wanted today and basked in it totally. He continued to kiss the hem of her robes as she spoke to him. "Bayrod, your studies have dropped sightly and Master Windu asked me to speak to you about this. He is afraid that you have other diversions of attention and are allowing them to take your focus away from your studies, is this true?" She looked out the window to the Council Square as she spoke, speeders and hovercraft flitted by speedily. Only you, he thought quickly, but knew enough not to project it. When he spoke his voice wavered uncertainly; he hated that. "I will admit that my studies have declined because of something taking my attentions away from them, but it is an old affliction and I will do my best to pay better attention from now on." His lips returned to her dress, just slightly higher this time, he smiled at his nerve. Xeira continued to massage his scalp thoughtfully as they sat in silence. Honestly, Bayrod never knew what she did when she wasn't training him. She was well respected in the Council, even Master Windu and Yoda bowed to her slightly when they saw her in everyday affairs. He didn't know what she did earn this respect, just that she did and commanded it very well indeed. That is why she was asked to train him, he thought pridefully. He was going to be something when he was a Knight and Xeira was there to guide him. She exhaled louder than usual and rose, leaving him on his knees to watch her silhouette against the spans of windows in the afternoon light. Her robes were light and he glimpsed the body underneath for one of the first times of his young life. Her breasts tilted upwards but her hips hid the most mysterious feature for him. He blushed and she turned away to the kitchen part of her room, taking a container of berry juice from the chiller and poured two glasses. Bayrod followed her, taking a seat in the private quarters area as she rested on her sleeping futon, talking to him on the minutia of his days past. She put up her feet and laid her head on the pillows, answering noncommittally. He sipped his juice and thought that there was something he wanted to do but he had no words for it. He continued his ramblings of lessons and friends and quirky side stories. At last, he heard her breathing even out and her chest rise and fall, probing her with the Force, he knew she had fallen asleep. It was a rare chance he ceased upon only occasionally but he couldn't help himself this time. He set down the juice glass silently and moved his robes from his lap, standing. He walked over to the side of the futon and bent down to meet her lips, he never really got that far sadly. He had been able to get within a foot over her and made a kiss motion before he was too shameful to continue. Sometimes, he would just watch her sleep and use the Force to cradle his erectness in the folds of his robe. He had reached, what he thought was Enlightenment, this way and barely made it to the waste hatch in time. Not that he didn't know what he was doing, it was natural for a young male to masturbate in the Jedi Order, just not usually in the presence of his mistress. Bayrod was so excited by her, he couldn't help it, she was all he thought of, wished about and...he almost had it there. He didn't know the logical conclusion to that conundrum, he frowned. He sat back down and let the Force all lightly on his erection, willing it to move against him, it took him inside of it and he surrendered to it. When he was done, Xeira was still sleeping and he was shame-faced for defiling her peace. He went to the kitchen and cleaned his robe as best as he could. When he returned, she was stirring. She opened her green eyes and blinked at him, apologized profusely and said that she had a long day with Master Windu in discussion about him. She blushed at this, he looked at the floor and couldn't see, he was still full of shame. He mumbled, its was okay he knew his mistress was busy with her negotiations. She rose from the futon and ruffled his hair gently, laughing. He followed her to the main room and they went over his studies and studies that he should take in the next trimester. She suggested courses and he took notes. He left her room with a sense of peace that the rift between them was healed. He said he would try to come back before the suns set. He took his school materials and sabers back to his room and went down to eat at the commissary. It was late enough that he didn't have a problem finding a seat. His friends beckoned him to a table and one of them stole his protein supplement and ate it. He just laughed it off. Anakin often did stuff like that, seeing if he could crack the calm that Bayrod maintained. But the reason why he liked Anakin, was that he saw the same far-off look in his eyes during training, lessons and meals. He doubted if it was in relation to his Master tho; Obi-wan didn't look like that kind of man. So, Anakin and him toyed with each other during the first few years at the Academy, trying to learn their deepest darkest secrets. Anakin had broke first, she was a Queen on Naboo that he had met as a younger boy, her name was Padme and to him, she looked like an angel. It was his first love, other than piloting and he was determined to make something of it one day, he said with a gleam in his eyes. Bayrod just laughed. Anakin had harped on him about his secret and a year later, he broke and confessed his only love was that he had for his mistress. "You are in love with your mistress!?!" Anakin was dumbfounded but smart enough to not say it loudly. My friend, that is strange, he thought but he thought back to the fatherly feelings he had for Obi-Wan and Senator Palpatine and really it didn't seem too strange. He knew Xeira and had a minor crush on her himself, who didn't? But to be her Padawan and have those feelings must be intolerable. He frowned for his friend. "Anakin, I did it today." He whispered on the way back to his quarters to change his robes. "What?" He said, smiling, he knew of Bayrod's game to see how close he could get to kissing Xeira. It was amusing to him because she would have been his long ago, he thought viciously but Bay was too damned polite, hesitant. Bayrod told Anakin of how he reached Enlightenment in her presence, he was embarrassed and it came out all at once. Anakin laughed too and clapped him on the back. When they reached Bay's quarters, they hugged and parted. Anakin had to see Master Kenobi and he had promised to see Xeira before the suns set. He hastily changed his robes and put them in the cleaner, hot-footing it to his mistress' room. The Enlightenment of Bay Ch. 02 Once again, Bayrod stood in front of his mistress' room; full of emotions and guilt. He took a deep breath, centering himself in the Force and exhaled as he pushed the com button. He was admitted and stepped through the door into a beautiful night beach side. It was stunning every time he saw her quarters in the evening, she truly took pains to recreate what little she knew of her world. The stars twinkled brightly above his head and she had cleared a place in the sand so they could have dessert together, a beach blanket was laid out and she had on a short robe, tied loosely. His mistress' hair was done in his favorite manner, tied in island style; knotted and piled on her head, perched on her graceful neck. He was breathless, stumbled forward. "Be mindful of the Living Force, young padawan," Xeira corrected him and he felt her steady him with the Force, she hadn't done that since he was much much younger. He smiled; embarrassed again, thanking her. She was focusing in the coconut ice cream that she was pulling from the cooler at her foot and drizzled them in a light pineapple sauce, topping the dessert with flakes of coconut meat. Xeira looked up at him guiltily, confessing she was hungry for a real dessert tonight and figured that he wouldn't mind. He had to bite back an exclamation, he LOVED her home world food and was delighted every time she shared it with him. It was exotic and rare enough that he truly felt pampered by her intentions. He sat down on the blanket, cross-legged; thanking her for her thoughtfulness instead of rebuking her for her selfishness. She was sharing after all. Bayrod waited until she served him, sitting and waiting patiently as his experience would allow. He took the bowl, thanking her again, daring to look in her eyes and speak huskily. He turned his glaze into the bowl and took a bite delicately. He savored it, letting it melt on his dry tongue and swallowed it, following it with another bite immediately. Xeira fed him a spoonful from her bowl, which somehow always tasted sweeter than his, he didn't have to thank her this time, she nodded. He finished the ice cream and put the bowl down and took in the vision he was experiencing. Her hair was beautiful, more than beautiful, there wasn't a word for it. With the beach side nightlight and her beauty, he didn't stop himself when he took her chin in his hand and told her, "You are truly beautiful, Mistress." She just looked at him, blushing and licking the ice cream off of her lips. Bay noticed she left a spot where she couldn't reach, he had meant to wipe it off with his thumb but his body took over and he quickly bent his head, licking the drop off of her jawbone. Xeira went rigid and shakily said, "Padawan...?" Now his body had dared what his mind couldn't do, he warmed up to the idea and kissed her lightly along the jawbone. She sighed and leaned into it, steadying herself against the sand with her hand. His warmth moved down to take in her graceful neck and over to her hairline to smell her amazing hair. Oh my, he felt bold and like he would stop at any time, he kept pushing himself further more, more, oh my more! He inhaled and exhaled her scent. She had bathed in the coconuts milk and used the pineapple in her hair, it was intoxicating. Xeira summoned the strength to push him away, she wouldn't deny that it was what she had wanted for awhile and only Master Windu knew. He had counseled her during their therapy session this mid-day. Padawan Bayrod's mind was wandering and he needed something to bring it back to focus. Yoda had seen this crush bloom into more than that a few months ago and had brought it to her attention. Jedis were not allowed to have lovers with other cultures but part of her job was to help the Jedis with their normal frustrations. As she was the only one to do this for her Padawan, the Council had given its permission for her to counsel him in this manner. She still had motherly doubts, thinking this might be too incestuous for the boy. To be honest, was much more restrained than boys his age, more patient and mature. This is what the Council saw and had decided upon. She turned away from him. He just looked at her, knowing he had violated millions of Jedi codes and some very personal ones. He dropped his hands and sat back on his legs. His voice was barely a whisper as he said, "All my life, I have wanted one thing, Xeira. That one thing was to truly be yours, have you give me your joy, your love and your suffering. To be the pillar on which you could rest yourself on. I have seen your beauty, your calm, I have seen you and you are all I could ever want. Let me, mistress, let me be yours..." He turned her head gently and met her lips with his own. At first, she didn't respond--he didn't need her to. He was lost in her full lips, the taste of her in his mouth for the first time; his first kiss. His eyes opened into hers, willing her to move somehow. She took the back of his neck with her long loving fingers and pressed him to her. He reveled in the trust, permission, the love he was feeling. His hands instinctively ran up her robes and parted them. He caressed the bare up-turned breast he found there, he was excited to find that she was as aroused as he was. She broke the kiss and stood up, climbing into his crossed legs and he held her weight, she wasn't much. Her legs pooled around his backside and her warmth pressed against his. She was kissing him again, he was learning at the speed of light now. His fingers played against the hardness of her nipple, stretching it to a hard little pebble that he had no idea what to do with. He broke her kiss this time and cradled her ass into his arms, pressed her forward against him, popping her round pinkness into his waiting mouth. Xeira sighed, letting him explore her breasts with his tongue. Her hand dropped to his robes, spreading them open while untying them. He was wearing the formal undergarments that he would have to a Council meeting, she parted these also with the usual ties as he lingered on her breasts and allowed her to undress him. She left the loincloth that would be the final piece before he stood there naked in front of her for the first time since he was a child. He could do that when he was ready, she thought. Bay was glad she stopped, it was entirely pleasurable and very uncomfortable all at once. It also left her hands free, he reached to take a breast in each hand and push them together so he could have them in his mouth at once. She cried with abandon and nudged herself upon his loincloth. As he continued, he was aware of two things; this was incredibly exciting for him and she was so excited, she had made a wet little puddle on his cloth directly above his cock. His cock also seemed aware of this, as it was not going to be contained any longer. He stood hurriedly and took off the loincloth, throwing it somewhere on the sand. As he stood, she caught him, literally in her mouth. Xeira's incredibly full lips met his cock and he almost lost it there. He called on the Force to guide him, give him strength to not do what he wanted to. To have the patience and wisdom to know the right time, he breathed heavily in this knowledge. Then, he opened his eyes, there she was, licking his cock, magnificent in its hardness, cradling it in her mouth. Loping on and off of it, never letting him reach that pleasurable moment too soon. She varied it up, licking and stroking him with the full length of her mouth, he was breathless with her skill. Soon enough, it was only worse when he watched her take obvious pleasure in her job, the Enlightenment came. It hit him hard as he was standing, like a blow to the body, he arched like a fish out of water, gasping, crying, grateful. Xeira was kind enough to take his whole organ into her mouth and let his normally messy juice fall down her throat. It felt glorious as she tickled the underside with her tongue, making sure she got all he had to give. He was retreating as she removed his cock from her mouth. He fell back on the blanket, knees first, winded but wanting more... Her robes were hanging opening and her sex was exposed, in its wet warm nature. He felt his cock harden a little. "Thank you, mistress," he breathed. She just smiled and took off her robe, showing her world to him. Oh Almighty Force, he thought. She stood now and he got the idea, straightening and looping her knee over his shoulder, opening up the most intriguing mystery that was his to solve. He licked and ran his tongue into and around her, randomly, passionately. He opened his eyes and watched her face, enjoying the pleasure he created in her. Xeira cried for him, rubbing herself against his mouth, just as he thought she was going to make another puddle for him, she removed herself. He was stunned, he sat back in the sand, looking at her incredulously. She got down on her knees and pushed him down on the blanket, he laid there, waiting for her as was his cock, she saw. She straddled his hips and slowly met his cock, resting it at her entrance. "Bay, this is what you want?" She had him firmly, in body and mind. All I could do is nod furiously. His mistress let gravity take over and impaled herself on his thick cock, she was tighter than he would have expected so he helped her by holding her by the hips and pushing his legs so that they cradled her in a gentle manner. He was lost, in the feeling. She rode him and massaged her clit as she needed it. After awhile, Bay caught on and replaced her fingers with his thumb and that was perfect. They rode together, sighing, crying and fucking to their peak. When she reached hers, it was unbearably tight that Bay, for the second time that night, found True Enlightenment. It bathed him in its light and she accepted it just as before, wanting him. They stopped their beat, breathed without breathing. Both were affected. Xeira stayed on top of him until he lost the better part of his erection, then freed herself from his hands clamped around her waist. Bay just sat there, he could do nothing else. Soon, he reached for his robes and pooled them under his head, thoroughly satisfied. She brought another blanket and covering them with it, their bodies warming the sand. And they slept, perfectly.