In the shadowed ruins of an ancient Sith temple on Korriban, two female Force wielders clashed under a blood-red sky. Elara Voss was a rogue Force-sensitive bounty hunter, her physique lithe and athletic—long, toned legs from years of evading capture, a narrow waist cinched by a black leather corset that hugged her modest curves, and pale skin marked with faint scars. Her raven hair was tied in a practical braid, framing sharp emerald eyes that glowed with cunning. She wore tight-fitting pants tucked into boots, a cropped jacket revealing midriff ink of swirling dark-side runes, and wielded a crimson lightsaber with reluctant grace.
Her opponent, Kaelin Thorne, was a fallen Jedi turned enforcer for a shadowy cartel. Kaelin's build was powerful and curvaceous—broad shoulders, full breasts straining against a form-hugging armored bodysuit in deep indigo, and thick thighs that spoke of raw strength. Her golden hair cascaded in wild waves down her back, contrasting her fierce amber eyes and sun-kissed skin. She donned reinforced gauntlets and a flowing cape clipped at the shoulders, her violet lightsaber humming with aggressive confidence.
The duel began as a whirlwind of plasma blades. Kaelin pressed the attack, her broad Force strikes like thunder—telekinetic blasts that shattered stone pillars and hurled debris at Elara. Elara parried desperately, her own Force pushes feeble and easily deflected; her connection to the Force was peculiar, a whisper where others roared. She could barely summon the energy for a solid shove, her saber swings precise but lacking the brute power to overwhelm.
Kaelin laughed, a mocking echo, as she drove Elara back against a crumbling wall. "Pathetic," Kaelin snarled, her blade arcing in a deadly overhead strike.
Elara dodged, sweat beading on her brow, but she felt the tide turning against her. In a moment of desperation, she veiled her intent behind the chaos—a subtle thread of the Force, fine as spider silk, snaking through the air. As their sabers locked in a sizzling bind, blades grinding with sparks flying, Elara sent a feather-light tickle along Kaelin's exposed sides, tracing the sensitive skin just under her ribs with invisible, fluttering fingers. Kaelin flinched, her body jerking involuntarily as a surprised giggle escaped, breaking her aggressive push and allowing Elara to twist away. "What the—? Some cheap parlor trick?" Kaelin growled, shaking it off and lunging forward with renewed fury, her violet blade sweeping low to trip Elara.
Elara leaped back, but the hidden tickles became her lifeline. As Kaelin advanced with heavy steps, confident in her footing, Elara switched tactics—directing the fine Force threads to dance across the soles of Kaelin's boots mid-stride, tickling the arches and heels with rapid, insistent scratches. Kaelin stumbled, her powerful legs buckling as laughter bubbled up, her overhead slash going wide and grazing a pillar instead. She adapted quickly, clenching her toes inside her boots and planting her feet wider for stability, but the distraction let Elara counter with a quick saber thrust that sliced across Kaelin's cape, tearing it free and exposing more of her back. "Giggling already? How undignified for such a 'mighty' enforcer," Elara taunted, her emerald eyes sparkling.
Kaelin roared, adapting by charging in a bull rush to close the distance and limit Elara's evasion space. But as she swung her saber in a wide arc to force Elara into a block, Elara pivoted and targeted her inner thighs—phantom touches skimming the soft, sensitive skin high up, teasing in light circles that made Kaelin's knees weaken. She gasped, her swing faltering mid-motion, thighs quivering as she tried to press them together to block the sensation. The imbalance caused her to overextend, and Elara's crimson blade nicked the front of her bodysuit, parting the fabric from collar to navel with a hiss, exposing the swell of her full breasts and a glimpse of her toned abdomen. Kaelin's cheeks flushed deeper, but she snarled and spun into a defensive whirl, her cape remnants fluttering uselessly.
Pressing her advantage, Elara dodged a retaliatory telekinetic shove—weakened by Kaelin's growing distraction—and shifted her focus lower, to Kaelin's firm, rounded butt. As Kaelin twisted to deliver a backhand strike, the invisible fingers pinched and fluttered across her cheeks, squeezing playfully through the taut fabric. Kaelin yelped, arching her back instinctively and missing her mark, her powerful frame writhing in an attempt to swat at the air behind her. She adapted by dropping into a low crouch to protect her rear, but Elara exploited the opening with another precise slash, ripping the bodysuit along her hip and thigh, revealing smooth, sun-kissed skin and turning the outfit into ragged strips. "Look at you, squirming like a ticklish child. Can't even protect your own ass?" Elara mocked, circling with predatory grace.
Kaelin, breathing heavily now, tried to rally with a series of rapid jabs, her free hand occasionally batting at phantom itches. But Elara escalated, targeting the sides of her breasts—delicate tickles brushing the soft, exposed curves where the torn fabric gaped, sending shivers through Kaelin's chest. She let out a muffled laugh, her attacks slowing as she instinctively brought one armored hand up to cover her heaving breasts, shielding the bouncing swells while swinging her saber one-handed. The shift made her strikes awkward and predictable. "You... coward! Fight fair!" Kaelin spat, her amber eyes flashing with humiliation.
"Seems like being built like a cow isn't doing much good for you huh." Elara sneered, her voice laced with delight. As Kaelin pressed forward with a one-handed thrust, trying to keep her guarding hand firmly in place over her chest, Elara sent invisible fingers skittering along her sides again—rapid, teasing scratches from ribs to waist, probing for any weakness. Kaelin endured through gritted teeth, her body twitching but her hand staying put, her violet blade forcing Elara to parry and retreat a step. "Oh, holding out, are we? How cute—clutching those big tits like they're your only defense," Elara jeered, dodging a follow-up swing.
But during one of Kaelin's more aggressive overhand swings, aimed to cleave Elara in two despite the imbalance, Elara struck low and intimate—her fine Force threads darting to Kaelin's inner thigh, tickling perilously close to her vagina with light, swirling caresses that sent electric jolts of sensation upward. Kaelin gasped sharply, her thighs clamping together instinctively as a wave of unwanted heat flushed through her core; without thinking, she dropped her guarding hand downward to block and press against the area, leaving her full, sun-kissed breasts completely exposed and jiggling with the motion. Elara's crimson saber clashed against the wild swing, sparks flying as she held the bind.
Seizing the moment, Elara shifted her assault upward—now fondling and tickling Kaelin's bare breasts with phantom touches, invisible fingers gently squeezing the soft mounds, circling the hardening nipples with feather-light pinches and strokes that made them peak under the teasing. Kaelin moaned involuntarily, her body arching as laughter mixed with gasps, and she quickly slapped her hand back up to cover her chest, batting futilely at the air. Her defensive swing faltered entirely, allowing Elara to sidestep and slash another tear into the lower bodysuit, exposing more of Kaelin's hips and the curve of her ass. "See? You can't decide where to protect, can you? Those perky tits or that needy little spot between your legs? Pathetic—bouncing around like a desperate school girl." Elara taunted, her smirk widening.
With Kaelin's hand back on her breasts, Elara dove low again, playing mercilessly with her lower body—tickling the inner thighs once more, then squeezing her ass cheeks firmly, alternating with intimate brushes near her core that blurred the line between tickle and caress. Kaelin whimpered, her one-handed attacks growing frantic and uncoordinated, her powerful thighs trembling as she tried to lunge forward, but the sensations made her knees buckle mid-strike. Elara parried easily, her blade nicking the remnants of the bodysuit across Kaelin's abdomen, shredding it into precarious tatters that clung to her sweat-glistened curves. "Back and forth, hand up, hand down—make up your mind, slut! Or just admit you're too weak and ticklish to fight," Elara laughed, circling closer.
Kaelin, her amber eyes narrowing as realization dawned amid the haze of giggles and flushes, spotted Elara's tactic—the relentless switching to force her exposure. Determined, she gripped her saber tighter and planted her feet, enduring the thigh tickles with a fierce growl, her free hand clamped firmly over her breasts despite the quivering in her legs. As she unleashed a series of short, stabbing thrusts to keep Elara at bay, her thighs pressed together defiantly, absorbing the swirling caresses without yielding her upper guard. "I see your game now, witch," Kaelin hissed through clenched teeth, her nipples visibly hardening against her palm from the building arousal, a betraying stiffness that poked through her fingers. But she held firm, her violet blade flashing in quick arcs that forced Elara to dodge and weave.
Elara's eyes gleamed with wicked amusement at Kaelin's resistance. "Oh, enduring like a big girl? But look at those nipples—standing at attention like they're begging for more. And I bet your garden's watering already, isn't it? Soaking through that pathetic suit from a little play," she teased, her voice a sultry purr as she feinted a saber swing to draw Kaelin into a block. In that locked moment, Elara escalated from behind—her fine Force manipulations snaking into Kaelin's butt crack, invisible threads tickling the sensitive cleft with light, probing scratches that made her cheeks clench involuntarily. Then, with deliberate cruelty, the phantom touches held her firm cheeks apart, spreading them as if preparing to delve deeper, teasing the exposed taint and the edges of her hole and vagina from behind with feather-light flutters that promised intimate invasion.
Kaelin yelped in shock, her body bucking forward as a fresh wave of humiliating laughter and heat surged through her; instinctively, she dropped her guarding hand from her breasts to reach back, slapping at her rear to shield the vulnerable spots, leaving her chest fully bared once more—her full breasts bouncing freely, nipples erect and flushed from the teasing. The exposure cost her; her saber thrust went wide, allowing Elara to counter with a grazing slash that tore the back of the bodysuit open, exposing her ass cheeks completely and letting the ragged fabric hang in tatters. "There we go—exposing those tits again just to save your dripping garden? How predictable. I can feel it through the Force, slut—your body's betraying you, nipples hard as rocks and that sweet spot watering like a fountain. You're loving this, aren't you?" Elara mocked, her laughter echoing as she pressed the attack.
The battle shifted irreversibly. Elara deactivated her saber briefly to focus, unleashing a barrage of precise, relentless tickles—all over now, cycling through sides, feet, thighs, butt, breasts, and intimate areas in unpredictable waves. Kaelin swung wildly, but the sensations overwhelmed her—phantom fingers pinching her nipples, skittering down her thighs, squeezing her ass, holding her open from behind, and finally, boldly, caressing between her legs in intimate, insistent strokes that blended torment with mounting pleasure.
Kaelin collapsed to her knees, her lightsaber clattering away, body arching and twisting in a mix of agonized giggles and moans, her tattered outfit barely covering anything now. "No... ahh... stop, please..." she begged, but Elara knelt before her, intensifying the assault—tickling her most sensitive spots with expert finesse until waves of ecstasy built uncontrollably. Kaelin's back arched sharply, golden hair whipping as a shattering orgasm ripped through her, her curvaceous frame convulsing in humiliated defeat amid the scattered remnants of her clothing.
Elara stood victorious, deactivating the lingering touches with a satisfied smirk. "The Force works in mysterious ways," she whispered, leaving her rival spent, exposed, and utterly broken amid the ruins.
Her opponent, Kaelin Thorne, was a fallen Jedi turned enforcer for a shadowy cartel. Kaelin's build was powerful and curvaceous—broad shoulders, full breasts straining against a form-hugging armored bodysuit in deep indigo, and thick thighs that spoke of raw strength. Her golden hair cascaded in wild waves down her back, contrasting her fierce amber eyes and sun-kissed skin. She donned reinforced gauntlets and a flowing cape clipped at the shoulders, her violet lightsaber humming with aggressive confidence.
The duel began as a whirlwind of plasma blades. Kaelin pressed the attack, her broad Force strikes like thunder—telekinetic blasts that shattered stone pillars and hurled debris at Elara. Elara parried desperately, her own Force pushes feeble and easily deflected; her connection to the Force was peculiar, a whisper where others roared. She could barely summon the energy for a solid shove, her saber swings precise but lacking the brute power to overwhelm.
Kaelin laughed, a mocking echo, as she drove Elara back against a crumbling wall. "Pathetic," Kaelin snarled, her blade arcing in a deadly overhead strike.
Elara dodged, sweat beading on her brow, but she felt the tide turning against her. In a moment of desperation, she veiled her intent behind the chaos—a subtle thread of the Force, fine as spider silk, snaking through the air. As their sabers locked in a sizzling bind, blades grinding with sparks flying, Elara sent a feather-light tickle along Kaelin's exposed sides, tracing the sensitive skin just under her ribs with invisible, fluttering fingers. Kaelin flinched, her body jerking involuntarily as a surprised giggle escaped, breaking her aggressive push and allowing Elara to twist away. "What the—? Some cheap parlor trick?" Kaelin growled, shaking it off and lunging forward with renewed fury, her violet blade sweeping low to trip Elara.
Elara leaped back, but the hidden tickles became her lifeline. As Kaelin advanced with heavy steps, confident in her footing, Elara switched tactics—directing the fine Force threads to dance across the soles of Kaelin's boots mid-stride, tickling the arches and heels with rapid, insistent scratches. Kaelin stumbled, her powerful legs buckling as laughter bubbled up, her overhead slash going wide and grazing a pillar instead. She adapted quickly, clenching her toes inside her boots and planting her feet wider for stability, but the distraction let Elara counter with a quick saber thrust that sliced across Kaelin's cape, tearing it free and exposing more of her back. "Giggling already? How undignified for such a 'mighty' enforcer," Elara taunted, her emerald eyes sparkling.
Kaelin roared, adapting by charging in a bull rush to close the distance and limit Elara's evasion space. But as she swung her saber in a wide arc to force Elara into a block, Elara pivoted and targeted her inner thighs—phantom touches skimming the soft, sensitive skin high up, teasing in light circles that made Kaelin's knees weaken. She gasped, her swing faltering mid-motion, thighs quivering as she tried to press them together to block the sensation. The imbalance caused her to overextend, and Elara's crimson blade nicked the front of her bodysuit, parting the fabric from collar to navel with a hiss, exposing the swell of her full breasts and a glimpse of her toned abdomen. Kaelin's cheeks flushed deeper, but she snarled and spun into a defensive whirl, her cape remnants fluttering uselessly.
Pressing her advantage, Elara dodged a retaliatory telekinetic shove—weakened by Kaelin's growing distraction—and shifted her focus lower, to Kaelin's firm, rounded butt. As Kaelin twisted to deliver a backhand strike, the invisible fingers pinched and fluttered across her cheeks, squeezing playfully through the taut fabric. Kaelin yelped, arching her back instinctively and missing her mark, her powerful frame writhing in an attempt to swat at the air behind her. She adapted by dropping into a low crouch to protect her rear, but Elara exploited the opening with another precise slash, ripping the bodysuit along her hip and thigh, revealing smooth, sun-kissed skin and turning the outfit into ragged strips. "Look at you, squirming like a ticklish child. Can't even protect your own ass?" Elara mocked, circling with predatory grace.
Kaelin, breathing heavily now, tried to rally with a series of rapid jabs, her free hand occasionally batting at phantom itches. But Elara escalated, targeting the sides of her breasts—delicate tickles brushing the soft, exposed curves where the torn fabric gaped, sending shivers through Kaelin's chest. She let out a muffled laugh, her attacks slowing as she instinctively brought one armored hand up to cover her heaving breasts, shielding the bouncing swells while swinging her saber one-handed. The shift made her strikes awkward and predictable. "You... coward! Fight fair!" Kaelin spat, her amber eyes flashing with humiliation.
"Seems like being built like a cow isn't doing much good for you huh." Elara sneered, her voice laced with delight. As Kaelin pressed forward with a one-handed thrust, trying to keep her guarding hand firmly in place over her chest, Elara sent invisible fingers skittering along her sides again—rapid, teasing scratches from ribs to waist, probing for any weakness. Kaelin endured through gritted teeth, her body twitching but her hand staying put, her violet blade forcing Elara to parry and retreat a step. "Oh, holding out, are we? How cute—clutching those big tits like they're your only defense," Elara jeered, dodging a follow-up swing.
But during one of Kaelin's more aggressive overhand swings, aimed to cleave Elara in two despite the imbalance, Elara struck low and intimate—her fine Force threads darting to Kaelin's inner thigh, tickling perilously close to her vagina with light, swirling caresses that sent electric jolts of sensation upward. Kaelin gasped sharply, her thighs clamping together instinctively as a wave of unwanted heat flushed through her core; without thinking, she dropped her guarding hand downward to block and press against the area, leaving her full, sun-kissed breasts completely exposed and jiggling with the motion. Elara's crimson saber clashed against the wild swing, sparks flying as she held the bind.
Seizing the moment, Elara shifted her assault upward—now fondling and tickling Kaelin's bare breasts with phantom touches, invisible fingers gently squeezing the soft mounds, circling the hardening nipples with feather-light pinches and strokes that made them peak under the teasing. Kaelin moaned involuntarily, her body arching as laughter mixed with gasps, and she quickly slapped her hand back up to cover her chest, batting futilely at the air. Her defensive swing faltered entirely, allowing Elara to sidestep and slash another tear into the lower bodysuit, exposing more of Kaelin's hips and the curve of her ass. "See? You can't decide where to protect, can you? Those perky tits or that needy little spot between your legs? Pathetic—bouncing around like a desperate school girl." Elara taunted, her smirk widening.
With Kaelin's hand back on her breasts, Elara dove low again, playing mercilessly with her lower body—tickling the inner thighs once more, then squeezing her ass cheeks firmly, alternating with intimate brushes near her core that blurred the line between tickle and caress. Kaelin whimpered, her one-handed attacks growing frantic and uncoordinated, her powerful thighs trembling as she tried to lunge forward, but the sensations made her knees buckle mid-strike. Elara parried easily, her blade nicking the remnants of the bodysuit across Kaelin's abdomen, shredding it into precarious tatters that clung to her sweat-glistened curves. "Back and forth, hand up, hand down—make up your mind, slut! Or just admit you're too weak and ticklish to fight," Elara laughed, circling closer.
Kaelin, her amber eyes narrowing as realization dawned amid the haze of giggles and flushes, spotted Elara's tactic—the relentless switching to force her exposure. Determined, she gripped her saber tighter and planted her feet, enduring the thigh tickles with a fierce growl, her free hand clamped firmly over her breasts despite the quivering in her legs. As she unleashed a series of short, stabbing thrusts to keep Elara at bay, her thighs pressed together defiantly, absorbing the swirling caresses without yielding her upper guard. "I see your game now, witch," Kaelin hissed through clenched teeth, her nipples visibly hardening against her palm from the building arousal, a betraying stiffness that poked through her fingers. But she held firm, her violet blade flashing in quick arcs that forced Elara to dodge and weave.
Elara's eyes gleamed with wicked amusement at Kaelin's resistance. "Oh, enduring like a big girl? But look at those nipples—standing at attention like they're begging for more. And I bet your garden's watering already, isn't it? Soaking through that pathetic suit from a little play," she teased, her voice a sultry purr as she feinted a saber swing to draw Kaelin into a block. In that locked moment, Elara escalated from behind—her fine Force manipulations snaking into Kaelin's butt crack, invisible threads tickling the sensitive cleft with light, probing scratches that made her cheeks clench involuntarily. Then, with deliberate cruelty, the phantom touches held her firm cheeks apart, spreading them as if preparing to delve deeper, teasing the exposed taint and the edges of her hole and vagina from behind with feather-light flutters that promised intimate invasion.
Kaelin yelped in shock, her body bucking forward as a fresh wave of humiliating laughter and heat surged through her; instinctively, she dropped her guarding hand from her breasts to reach back, slapping at her rear to shield the vulnerable spots, leaving her chest fully bared once more—her full breasts bouncing freely, nipples erect and flushed from the teasing. The exposure cost her; her saber thrust went wide, allowing Elara to counter with a grazing slash that tore the back of the bodysuit open, exposing her ass cheeks completely and letting the ragged fabric hang in tatters. "There we go—exposing those tits again just to save your dripping garden? How predictable. I can feel it through the Force, slut—your body's betraying you, nipples hard as rocks and that sweet spot watering like a fountain. You're loving this, aren't you?" Elara mocked, her laughter echoing as she pressed the attack.
The battle shifted irreversibly. Elara deactivated her saber briefly to focus, unleashing a barrage of precise, relentless tickles—all over now, cycling through sides, feet, thighs, butt, breasts, and intimate areas in unpredictable waves. Kaelin swung wildly, but the sensations overwhelmed her—phantom fingers pinching her nipples, skittering down her thighs, squeezing her ass, holding her open from behind, and finally, boldly, caressing between her legs in intimate, insistent strokes that blended torment with mounting pleasure.
Kaelin collapsed to her knees, her lightsaber clattering away, body arching and twisting in a mix of agonized giggles and moans, her tattered outfit barely covering anything now. "No... ahh... stop, please..." she begged, but Elara knelt before her, intensifying the assault—tickling her most sensitive spots with expert finesse until waves of ecstasy built uncontrollably. Kaelin's back arched sharply, golden hair whipping as a shattering orgasm ripped through her, her curvaceous frame convulsing in humiliated defeat amid the scattered remnants of her clothing.
Elara stood victorious, deactivating the lingering touches with a satisfied smirk. "The Force works in mysterious ways," she whispered, leaving her rival spent, exposed, and utterly broken amid the ruins.
