Star Wars: The Last Jedi

A Unique Exercise

Mature 18 yrs. +

Anakin grunted, his arms quivering as he dropped down, and then painstakingly pushed himself back up, this his thousand and final push-up, weighted with one hundred additional pounds. Serra stood by him monitoring his vitals where, when he dropped to the ground and rolled into his back; knelt down by him, and turning his face to hers; kissed him.

"You just beat the Temple record for a human of your age and fitness range by one hundred push-ups. Amazing !!!"

After about ten minutes, he regained enough energy to stand up, grab her and pull her closer to him, kissing her with a deep passion, his bare chest taut against her own large breasts except for her sports bra, which he planned on promptly removing in roughly an hour. He gestured to the exercise mat and teasingly spoke

"Your turn now. Let's see what you've got."

He was shocked when she put the hundred pound belt he had just taken off on, then watched as she added twenty more pounds to it, and proceeded to crank out reps alarmingly fast. She breezed by the first four hundred; then slowed slightly as she neared the seven hundred mark, then slowed to a crawl at the nine hundred ninety mark. She struggled, her arms shaking as she tried to complete her ninety first push up. Anakin knelt by her and, putting his hand on her slight abs; pushed up slightly, providing just enough help to get her over the edge. The next ten continued like this, when he turned loose, expecting her to accept the tie, when suddenly he watched with awe as, arms quivering, breath coming in gasps, she pushed with a mighty effort, and finished her thousandth and first push-up, beating him by one. He picked her up bridal style as she collapsed panting; then carried her to a nearby bench and laid her down. After about ten minutes, she muttered
"I should have stopped at the nine ninety nine mark."
She made to sit up, then fell back.
"Arghh. Yeah, I should have. I might have pulled something."
She looked at him with hope
"Will you... carry me to my room. Please ?"

Even if she had not looked at him with those big, soulful eyes, and smiled her trademark smile, he would have still done it. He did not wish to lose their rekindled friendship.

"Mm. Ok."

Picking her up bridal style once again, he followed her directions to her quarters, where he deposited her in her bed. He turned and made to leave, when she called out for him to wait. Turning around, he walked back to her bedside, where she asked him
"I have an exercise for you to do Anakin. It entails two things: removing my bra, and giving me a massage."

Anakin carefully pulled the sports bra off of her, then waited as she rolled over into her back. He began to rub the muscles in her back, gently at first, but then she said
"Harder please. I can barely feel you."
Anakin obliged, kneading the deeper muscle of her upper back and rubbing her shoulders and neck, then moving down to her lower back. Slowly, gauging her reaction, he removed her training shorts, leaving her clad only in a pair of panties.

She looked over her shoulder at him smirking, and said:
"Down boy. A bit of self control now will pay off big time in the future. I hate to ask this, but would you please... massage my breasts first, before you get to my butt and legs. I... I enjoyed that moment together earlier."

And so, exercising the extremes of his self control, Anakin massaged Serra's large breasts, kneading the firm but soft, warm flesh before lightly kissing each peak; then he grudgingly moved down to her abs, where he marveled at the detail in her eight pack. Kneading there for a bit, he moved down to her hamstrings, then to her calves and feet. She rolled over then, and he began massaging her butt, when she suddenly flexed both cheeks, simultaneously. They jumped to attention, and hardened, until Anakin couldn't even squeeze them. Anakin suddenly noticed the arch in her back caused by her volleyball sized breasts, and he realized that she had to be uncomfortable. So, he levitated her using the Force, continuing his massage, all the way down to her feet and back up; then rolled her over to see her smiling and laughing lightly. She pulled him down to her, and kissed him, then whispered in his ear
"Thank you Anakin, for the massage, and your self control. I know it took a lot to restrain yourself. Know this: when I heal, you will not have to restrain yourself, and I will repay your pleasure ten fold. Now, feel me up one last time, and I will see you in the morning for our meditation."

At her urging, for the second time in a day, Anakin placed his hands on her voluminous breasts and felt them up, admiring the curves and swells of her mind numbingly exquisite bust; rubbing all over them and stroking them, before lightly flicking her nipples with the Force, at which Serra gasped in pleasure and arched her back, just before putting a hand to her side and moaning.

She glared daggers at him and whispered
"Although I enjoyed that immensely, refrain from such pleasurable antics until I heal please. I should be healed tomorrow morning. Good night my love."

And so Anakin went to his bed, alone except for his thoughts of Serra, of which he had managed to grope twice and give a full body massage. Most of the male Jedi in the Temple would have killed for that pleasure, partially because her people were known as fireballs in bed, and it was assumed she would follow her legacy, willing or no.

Next chapter is "Return Of A Legend"