A/N: Sorry for not updating the past three days, I was busy. I've updated three chapters. Also Fucking the Multiverse got blocked for "violent explicit content"... You've got to be kidding me ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ
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In the morning, all three of them were sitting around in the middle of the floor. There was a special area with a black background and a white Jedi Meditation circle etched into it. The two girls were kneeling with their hands on their lower thighs, heads down and eyes closed, breathing as calmly and steadily as they could. Both were wearing their Jedi Robes, minus the extra brown cloaks. Their lightsabers rested on the ground in front of their knees.
Asmodeus wore the same simple outfit from yesterday, breathing in the pungent scent of sweat and other 'juices' from the two Jedi. Trying not to get a boner as he sat there cross-legged and smiled wryly. He saw the cute Twi'lek blushing dark-purple, while those long, slimy Nautolan tendrils were also writhing anxiously. However the two of them didn't say anything since everyone woke up.
Nobody mentioned how he was sleeping naked on the couch, covered in sticky cum. He also didn't complain about how the two girls somehow managed to use up all the damn water in the ship, so he had to 'use the Force' to clean himself off. Thankfully he didn't have belly or pubic hair, or things would have been a lot more tedious.
"So…"
He looked around awkwardly and back at the two girls. Then he picked up his black hilt and floated it around in the air like a helicopter out of boredom.
"Do you guys wanna have a lightsaber fight?"
"Does your ancient Sith artifact even have a training setting?" Those big black eyes opened and looked at the handsome boy, "If necessary, I can let you borrow mine. You can practice with Daesha."
"Master?" The Twi'lek girl opened her green eyes and couldn't even look at the boy directly, glaring at the beautiful woman instead.
"Pretty sure it's just called 'Torture'. But just in case, I should probably borrow yours." Asmodeus casually tossed his black hilt over and caught the white one with the same right hand. He hopped up easily and started stretching his arms, back, neck and legs. Looking at the pouting girl who only glanced at his gorgeous golden eyes for a moment before looking back down towards the meditation circle on the floor.
"This should be obvious, but I have zero training with a lightsaber. For that matter, I've never even used a vibroblade for anything aside from cutting food up. Lightsabers really aren't that great for the culinary arts…"
"Don't worry, Asmodeus." The tall Nautolan woman chuckled and stepped back, explaining as she watched the two 'teenagers' take up stances.
"Form-1. The oldest and rudimentary form of lightsaber combat. Also known as Shii-Cho: The Way of the Sarlacc."
"Does it involve tentacles?" Asmodeus glanced over the two women. Both of those Lekku were dangling around behind Daesha's back. On the other hand, there were two in front and twelve behind for Kikha.
"No one really knows that much about the origins of the Determination Form, only that it's considered the first Form ever created and the oldest Form currently in use. Although it might be somewhat simplistic, Form-1 is still very popular today for that very reason."
Daesha held the hilt with both hands, the humming green beam extending straight up towards the ceiling. She kept the hilt in front of her left hip and finally looked up at those pretty golden eyes with seriousness and 'determination'. Asmodeus didn't really understand, but he just copied her actions, except in front of his right side.
*Shhht~! Tssst~!* The two blades clashed as Daesha made the first move! The boy simply relied on the Force and his superhuman reflexes to parry the attack. But then Daesha moved back, walking around to the left slowly, maintaining a defensive stance as she waited for him to attack…
"Is it my turn? I don't really get how this works? Is it like a turn-based game?"
"Pft-haha~! Eh-hem… Sorry, Master." The girl blushed again, feeling embarrassed and rushed forward again, hacking, slashing, thrusting and swiping rapidly!
"Oh fuck! Fuck~! Shit~! Ow! Owww~!"
Of course, no matter how powerful Asmodeus' instincts were, he still got smacked in the face, neck and left hip, feeling like he was hit by a baseball bat wrapped in electrified barbed wire! Normally Jedi would wear special clothing when using training sabers that would block some of the damage, but he was just wearing normal clothes. Every strike that landed was similar to a mild taser, plus some blunt 'Force' trauma. Thankfully his own personal masochistic training often involved Sith Lightning, which hurts… Much, much worse.
"Form-1 doesn't involve any fancy acrobatics or Force techniques, but it is still very effective in a duel between Masters. When dealing with a fully powered lightsaber, it only takes one moment. One brief mistake…"
"And you're fucked?" He snickered and shrugged his aching shoulders, "Don't worry. It's just a training saber. As long as you don't shove it up my ass or poke my eyes out, I should be fine. Feel free to beat me as much as you want! Hahaha~!"
Daesha coughed a few times, "Ehm, uh, yes… I'll… I'll try my best."
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