Commissioner Reward - The Value Of Meditation Part 1

Like the title says this is the first part of, at least, a two part story. So fans of Ahsoka (aged up of course) should have that to look forward to!

“Focus...” Ahsoka's breathing slowed, “Focus...” the storm of thought in her mind calmed, “Focus...” all the rest of the world seemed to fade away, “Focus... focus... focus!”

Yet no matter how hard she tried she couldn't center herself. Even after climbing high above the jungle around her and far above all the worries knitting her brow and distracting her mind. There was no pushing away all the concerns of the war she was fighting nor even the most immediate concerns of the planet she'd been sent to. Meditation was simply impossible as stray thoughts constantly intruded into her mind regardless of how calm she might've been.

Like splinters driving into her skull and shattering her peace every single one stole away precious moments of reflection. Only to demand countless more as she centered herself yet again, calmed her breathing, and pushed everything else away. But every squawk of a creature somewhere far in the distance, every scratchy moment of chatter between Clone troopers on patrol, every intrusive consideration broke her focus and ruined her meditation all over again. Even the simple groan of her nearly empty stomach and the other maddening necessities of her body made it impossible to do anything more than frustrate herself.

Which in turn only made it that much harder to actually follow through, constantly setting her back further and further as she felt time pass and her efforts fail more than she'd ever admit. And she was far too stubborn to simply give up and return to her own patrol. Even after she'd all but accepted she had no chance at all of finding any sort of peace. The words and admonishments of her fellow Jedi, Anakin and Master Kenobi especially, flickered through her mind every time she even considered giving up altogether. The thought of failing them and failing in her training was completely unacceptable in spite of how clear her failure already was. Only after she heard the chatter of more communications far below did she give up entirely, eagerly taking the excuse to see what or who might be walking underneath the tree she'd scaled for her meditation.

Perhaps unsurprisingly it was another Clone trooper, albeit one dressed in camouflaged armor and carrying a more advanced pack than the standard issue. But he was a Clone nonetheless and it was all but impossible to care about something so mundane. Ahsoka almost felt stupid for climbing down a few meters to get a better look at the 'disturbance' she was quietly blaming for her failed attempt at mediation. Though before she could withdraw back up to the highest branches she noticed the Clone glance at his surroundings before retrieving a communicator from her belt. Setting his weapon down at his side and leaning against the tree he activated the hologram and for a few moments it showed nothing save the blue fan of light. As if he was trying to contact someone or something and waiting for a response. Or at least that was the conclusion Ahsoka immediately jumped to as she moved in even closer, perching barely a meter above him and watching his every move. Waiting for him to reveal himself as a Separatist spy.

She even readied her lightsaber as she did, eagerly thinking, “I've got you traitor! You're not gonna get out of this one wi—”

Before she could even finish that thought a hologram of Master Secura appeared above his communicator. All the excitement coursing through her a moment ago vanished in an instant and Ahsoka very nearly groaned in frustration. Leaning against the trunk of the tree she heaved as quiet a sigh as she could and looked away from the trooper, unconcerned with what he was doing and ready to climb back high above the jungle. But on a whim she glanced back at him as she started to turn away, instantly freezing as she sensed something strange. An emotion she'd never felt from a Clone before, or at least never noticed, and one that stopped her dead in her tracks. Even before she realized he wasn't viewing a live transmission but rather watching some sort of recording. And watching far more intently than he needed to when there was no sound to accompany the footage of the Jedi Master. Only an endlessly repeated loop of her doing something entirely innocuous.

Yet as unremarkable as those actions seemed to Ahsoka the Clone trooper watching apparently took a great interest in everything he was seeing. So great an interest she watched his hand slide down his armor and towards his codpiece like it was perfectly natural. And in the time it took her to fully understand what was about to happen his armor fell away from his undersuit and his unexpectedly large cock was suddenly throbbing away in the open air. Though before she could even really react to such a shockingly unexpected sight the trooper was frantically stroking his dick, soft groans barely making it past his helmet as he continued to watch that recording of Master Secura. All the while Ahsoka watched him with a mixture of amazement and disbelief.

Despite knowing Clones had sexual urges she'd never actually seen it in person. Only heard stories of it happening from some of the civilians she'd spoken with. But as embarrassing as those hints had been nothing could compare to actually seeing the proof for herself! Catching the faintest scent of his arousal as it dripped from the swollen head of his cock when he wasn't lathering the rest with every gooey droplet. And without warning all the nervous yet giddy warmth she'd felt hearing those stories of Clones satisfying the men and women of rescued populations returned in force.

She might've been even more flushed than before as she stared at his rather impressive length. Just watching his hand glide along it sent a wild ache rippling through her body before. It ignited a dull heat between her legs and an altogether unexpected craving in the pit of her belly. Though it wasn't really as unexpected or shocking as she might've tried to tell herself.

Certainly nowhere near enough to leave her questioning the tremors rolling through her body or the heady, breathless way she continued to spy on him. His hand was moving so fast it was a blur and yet just like all the civilians claimed his stamina was undaunted. Ahsoka watched him pleasure himself for a full minute at that same frantic rhythm and he never faltered. Nor did he finish. He simply kept stroking and softly panting as he did, endlessly ravishing her with flickers of excitement and pent up need as she waited so impatiently for him to erupt. She never admitted to herself why she was so eager to see him cum nor why she was growing more and more impatient with every second he didn't but Ahsoka knew the truth. As surely as she knew she couldn't help herself if his pleasure continued on for much longer without any resolution.

Entirely unconcerned with anything else around her she huddled up more tightly upon the branch, thoroughly ignoring how it creaked and trembled beneath her. She could only focus on the Clone's dick and how good it looked glistening with arousal and throbbing so madly just beneath her. Ahsoka didn't even realize what her hands were doing as they idly trailed across her body as the seconds turned into minutes. And when he suddenly changed the hologram to another, equally innocuous recording of Master Secura she couldn't help but whimper. Though just softly enough to not be caught by the Clone she was spying on.

One of her hands slipped down beneath her leggings before she could think to stop it and the moment her trembling fingers brushed against her sex there was no going back. The jolt of pleasure that one movement caused was so great and so intoxicating she had no hopes of controlling herself. At the very best she could only control her frantic moans as she clapped one hand over her mouth and tenderly rubbed her sex with the other.

Thoughtlessly matching his cadence as waves of pleasure coursed through her body Ahsoka could think of nothing else but satisfying the craving he'd awakened inside her. The overwhelming needs she'd tried so hard to stifle and set aside as part of her training. But there was no ignoring them now as ecstasy rippled through her body with every stroke and the heady smell of the trooper's ecstasy filled her every ragged breath. Despite how far she was from him and despite the pungent aroma of the jungle around them she could smell nothing but his lust. At times she could almost taste it on her tongue as her lips fell open in a constant, silent moan. But even without all that joy assaulting her mind and washing over her body just touching her aching pussy and seeing his wonderfully thick cock drove her absolutely wild. More wild than she'd ever felt before and wild enough to almost make her lament starting her Jedi training in the first place! At least in the heat of the moment with her body betraying everything she'd tried to learn.

The simple fact that his hand was moving faster and his body tensing only made her ache all that much more. She was hurtling towards her own bliss far, far faster than he had but in a stroke of pure insanity it seemed like they might both arrive at the same time. A thought Ahsoka gleefully dwelled on while all the rest fell away. And one she practically reveled in as she tugged her pants down to more freely touch her sex, unaware of the branch groaning and sagging under her frantic movements. Indeed she was unaware of everything save that madly throbbing cock and her own wanton desires burning through her like a storm of lust. Save the Clone's ever more breathless cries as he stiffened all the more and tensed up like never before at the final, climactic moment.

“M-Master Secura!” He groaned, his bead falling back and his eyes no doubt shutting tight beneath his helmet.

As much as she would've loved to cry out too Ahsoka stayed silent. With all that was left of her willpower she bit her tongue and watched the trooper's cock swell even more. An instant later she was left stunned by the fountain of arousal erupting from his throbbing tip and streaking through the air in a beautifully powerful jet.

Almost lamenting the waste as it splattered across the foliage nearby Ahsoka didn't have long to think about anything but herself. But keeping quiet and doing her best to fight back the urge to scream as her hips bucked and her entire body shook. Warmth drenched her fingers and soaked the branch underneath her as shudders tore through every last inch of her body. Shaking and trembling and convulsing in uncontrollable bursts Ahsoka was entirely beside herself with pleasure. After nearly a decade without any sort of release at all, not since she was a young woman first arriving at Coruscant, the joy radiating through her body was unimaginable. Too great to fathom and too great for her to do anything more than fuel her wanton lust. Her hand was a blur across her sex and her movements more frantically unhinged by the second. All the while she stared down at the Clone still cumming every bit as hard so unbearably close. Close enough to touch even.

But she should've been paying attention to the branch holding her up. To the shattering wood and splintering bark as it sagged lower than ever. Instead she was left entirely unaware as it snapped with a thunderous crack and she plummeted towards the ground with no hope of saving herself. Nor even stopping herself from tumbling through the undergrowth right in front of the very man she'd been spying on. She didn't even have a chance to cover her half naked body as she lay sprawled across the dirt staring up at her equally stunned companion.

“Ahsoka?!” Captain Baro shouted, too surprised to cover his still twitching cock, “What are you—where did you—how is this—I don't understand!”

Pushing herself upright with her legs splayed wide and entirely revealing her pussy, her leggings wrapped tight about her ankles, Ahsoka could only offer a weak little smile as she looked at herself, then him. “I-I-I was... out on patrol?”