"My name is Rey," she said slowly, keeping her distance. "I'm... just someone trying to find their place in the world." She glanced at her lightsaber in his hand, then back up to meet his gaze. There was a hint of defiance there, mixed with curiosity and caution.
She wondered if this man had gone down a similar path once, abandoned by those he trusted. "Why do you have my lightsaber?" she asked carefully. "And why are you here... watching me?"
"Just Rey?, no last name or anything??"
She frowned slightly at his question. "Just... Rey," she repeated, realizing he was asking her something else entirely. "I don't have a last name." It didn't bother her, really; she had always been alone, and names didn't matter as much when you were just scraping by on your own.
"Why do you want to know?" she asked warily. "And why are you following me?" Her grip tightened on the staff at her side, ready for whatever he might do next.
"I... don't know," she admitted, her voice shaking. "This can't be right. There has to be another way." Her gaze flickered back to the proof, then back up to Chris again. She knew he was different from the other Jedi she had met so far; there was an honesty about him that she couldn't quite place.
"Tell me," she said finally, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "If I do this... if we breed... will you keep your word?
“I promise I will”
Taking a deep breath, she made her decision. She couldn't let the chance to understand who she was and what the Force meant slip away. "Alright," she said quietly. "But I want you to swear it on everything you hold dear." She met Chris's gaze steadily, refusing to back down despite the fear that threatened to overwhelm her.
"Say it," she insisted. "Tell me you'll keep your word."
As our kiss deepens, I feel him growing harder against me. His cock pressing into my stomach, the head rubbing teasingly at my breast. The sensation both frightens and excites me, a strange mix of pain and pleasure that seems to be coming from somewhere deep within him.
I break the kiss, breathing heavily as I try to regain control. "Clayton," I whisper urgently, looking into his eyes. "You need to let go."
Have you ever done this before the emergency in my voice
Of course not. But I'm here with you now, and I won't let anything happen to you. Just trust me, Clayton... trust that I love you.
Her breath caught in her throat as Lyxara transformed before her eyes, the power of the Force evident on her body. Arousal surged through her veins, mixing with awe and wonder at this display of power. As Lyxara's pussy became a throbbing cock, she could feel herself growing wetter between her legs, desire overwhelming any lingering confusion or doubt.
Do you want it?
Her answer was a breathy moan as she leaned forward, engulfing the now-hard cock with her mouth. She suckled and licked at it eagerly, tasting herself on Lyxara's skin. Her hands gripped the Nautolan's hips tightly, guiding her movements as she took more of the throbbing length into her mouth. The Force pulsed between them, fueling their passion and amplifying every sensation.