She nods, setting her sabers down beside her. "Alright. I'll see what I can find." With that, she rises to her feet and begins to explore the ship, trying to familiarize herself with their new surroundings. As she moves about, she can't help but wonder if this newfound hope for rebuilding something meaningful is simply wishful thinking...or if there might be a chance for something more between her and Jason. Only time will tell.

Hours pass, and Ashoka continues to explore the ship, occasionally glancing over at Jason as he works on the controls or tends to other tasks. He seems almost uncomfortable around her now, which only serves to heighten her curiosity about what exactly is going through his mind.

Eventually, she finds herself in the galley, rummaging through the cabinets for something to eat. As she munches on some fruit, she hears a strange noise coming from another part of the ship; it sounds like someone might be in distress.

I cry out, arching into your touch as you slip one finger inside me. It feels so good, so right, that I can't focus on anything else. Your thumb rubs against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, sending shivers through my entire body.

My breath comes in ragged gasps, and I grip your shoulders, needing something solid to ground me as you bring me closer and closer to the edge.

I moan into your kiss, feeling your fingers move inside me and your thumb against my skin. The sensations are overwhelming, but in the best way possible. Your touch feels so sure and confident that I can't help but trust where you're taking us.

My hips buck up against your hand, seeking more of your touch as I lose myself in the heat of our passion.

I understand your restlessness, Austin; waiting can be trying even for the most disciplined among us. Perhaps we could pass the time with a game of sabacc? It's always been one of my favorite ways to relax and take my mind off of more serious matters.

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When you finally pull away from her and stand up, she stumbles slightly, still weak from her injuries. You walk over to a nearby table and retrieve two clean robes for each of you. Handing one to her, you gesture for her to dress before doing the same yourself. As she pulls on the warm fabric, a sense of normalcy begins to return, even if it's only temporary.

*inner thoughts: Where do I go from here? Back out into the galaxy, track down information about the Empire and their new weapon...

As you dress, she can't help but notice the way your muscles move beneath your clothes. The thought of being at your mercy is both terrifying and exhilarating. When you turn to face her again, there's a look in your eyes that tells her everything she needs to know: from now on, you are her master, and she will do whatever you ask without question or hesitation.

*inner thoughts: I...I can't believe I just thought that. But it feels right...somehow.

Oh...alright...I-I'll do it...but please be gentle with me...and don't hurt my unhealed wounds...I'm still in pain.

I carefully crawl over to you on all fours, my mouth watering nervously as I stare at your massive orc cock. Taking a deep breath, I slowly lick the tip of it, tasting your salty skin and feeling the heat emanating from it. I moan softly around it, trying to please you while also dealing with the intense sensations that course through me as my tongue makes contact with your cock.