Barriss Offee: Remnants of the War

Operation 101 *16+*

"MASTER UNDULI!"

"Padawan!" She exclaimed, instinctively dashing to its bemused source.

"Padawan what's wrong?"

"She's...she's awake!" He beamed, benevolent eyes flashing like blue heavens in a night of dark forest. Their crystals vigilantly peering every crevice of her imbued pain, attentively eying each deed of malice that may potentially immobilize her body.

"What? H...How? This...Get away! It must be a force trick of some sort." She deemed, thrusting her stature into the desolate silence from their alluring trance. Almost increasing his tantrum.

"What's wrong with you Master? Do you not even want her to return? All this time it's like you've given up on her. You don't even want her back, do you?"

"Just get over here!" She phased, shifting him from the tatty carcass. Yet undoubtedly ambivalent towards such quirky enchantments. To which he mangled against her ambitious arms. Hindering her with amok manifest.

When suddenly, she ignited her lurid lightsaber and yearned the tip onto her proclaimed vile of evil. Only to maul against the impeding ameliorating of Caleb's personal hilt. Where she impertinently muzzled with defiant struggles, conflicted with bleak insanity. Deprived from how he had welled into its atrocious pitfall with such ease.

"Master, listen to me! It really is Barriss!" He protested, hustling to hold back against such virtuoso.

"Enough! I know you're just deceiving me. So retract and return my Jedi to me at once, evil presence." She continued, stabbing simultaneous strays of light towards the anaemic Padawan.

"Master, s...stop." They heard, the quivering voice stained with hefty Justus of imbues. Before provoking her mind with essence' of indulgent charm. Holstering her grievances. As she finally dropped her weapon, infuriated by her sinful misdoings.

"I am – I am so sorry." She mumbled.

"It's fine, Master." Barriss remarked, her gentle tone equivalently beneficent.

When suddenly, the heinous of her torments centred around her frame. Then with both Jedi weary of atrocity, she impaled an agonizing squeal that pervaded the entire room. Before dozing back into the perpetual squalid of pallor.

"I have to make this right."

"Padawan, help me. Now!"

"Right." He complied, urgently awaiting her directions.

"What must I do?" He asked, after witnessing her inordinate fainting.

(Mood change + Caleb's POV)

(This may be slightly smutty, so turn away if you know you're below age)

"You need you to reach in. Expose her chest and hammer it until you feel a pulse." 

"Wh...wh...what ag...again?" I stammered hesitantly.

"Open up her shirt first."

Open up her shirt? Wait but then I'll see her...her... And did she also say I had to uhh...touch th...through them?

"Come on Padawan, we haven't got all day. What's the matter? You're not scared, are you?"

"Wh – bu – how – so – umm. Wh...Why don't you do it?"

"Because I must help her out here, by the use of force healing. So it's up to you to maneuver the physical labour."

"F...f...force why...why'd it have to be me?" I muttered, "Is she trying to embarrass me?"

"Padawan, hurry!"

"Okay, okay I'll...I'll do it." I agitated, surrounding amid sweats of shock.

"Just don't look Caleb. Just don't look." I started, pampering her delicacy as I timidly retracted her shirt. The instantaneous scene seeming almost slow as I fearfully continued with implicit shock. Shock for her naked beauty that wa...Force! What's wrong with me?

Jedi Padawan Caleb. Jedi Padawan who shouldn't obtain such treacherous twists from tantalizing titillated traps. Right, back to the scene.

With a final triumph of accelerated heartbeat, I finally dismantled her shirt. Her chest idly exposed as I barely managed to contain myself from the compulsory alluring male charm wonders. I mean why don't you give it a try and see how you like it. It's kriffing difficult to...to...to...to not give...give...

"Now would be a good time."

"R...right, yeah." I recoiled, scarcely attaining a sense of my adrift adverse.

"How are you going to know what you're doing if you don't look?"

"Well, uhhh. You see. Ummm, I...I can uhhh – I'm a Jedi so I don't..."

"Enough jokes! For force's sake hurry up!"

"Okay okay." I induced, averting from pervasively perceptive palpitations.

"Fine then. It's...it's not like I'm gonna s...spurt or something. How hard could it be?"

When I finally mustered extravagant strength in an adamant avail of revoking my girl from eclectic melancholy. Stirring her presence back towards sheer sentience.

Vigorously prodding my hands abed her chest, I anxiously flanked my way below soft subtle shoulders. Only to inevitably slip from lines of my perspired sweat, which had wickedly sloped through countless variations of the uneven surface. Resulting in an utmost embarrassing squeal as my sub-dominant reluctantly glided around and onto a supple silk of green sponge, followed by remarkably dainty knobs of indulgence. Where I couldn't help but squirt and spurt, congealed curdles of thick clots erupting from my unbearable stiff.

"Is it working?"

"Wh...huh? O...Oh u...umm I uhhh...it...it...it's in p...p...progress." I stammered extravagantly.

Screw it Caleb. Her life's on the line. So quit squinting and lift those frantic eyelids for force' sake.

Fine conscience, here I go and...whoa! Holy double D's, she's s...she's...she's umm...

Press!

Okay yeah, I'm...I'm doing it.

As I relentlessly pressed, pushed and pattered against the tantalizing charm. Avoiding every speculation of spree which lustfully ameliorated my perspiring back. Central focus fixated on the ambitious strives of her life's retention. Smashing valiantly, fully apprehending the revoking of her soul.

I hadn't rescued the girl just to be bleak and vigil yet again. This was the sheer solute of venture I so deemed. I must not waste it.

Not again.

Again, sorry for not updating for so long. Things are moving along quickly. Time's running out. But I'm thankful that much pride comes with my every push of the publish. 

For those of you who weren't old enough to handle the content, I'll have a summary at the start of next chapter (if I remember) which will briefly underline what's happened since the   dirty stuff.

Good day, Jedi.