...g any resistance. His shirt was swiftly removed, revealing the dark green chest under it. Not a hair laid on the smooth skin, which surprised the padawan somewhat, expecting to find more of the silver hair that added proof to the Jedi’s age.
It was Yoda’s turn to lay on his back, lifting his hips slightly to provide access to his pants. The position was more then a little humoristic, to see a Jedi Master in such a position, but Mace was too nervous to catch on. The boy grabbed his pants and started pulling them along his short legs. He rapidly revealed his master’s already erect and dripping cock, a barren sack under it, and slid the pants all the way down to his ankles, then off completely.
A more mature person would have guessed of Yoda’s intentions, but the young one was still somewhat innocent in the ways of mating and could only feel tension in the air and his heart beating stronger then before, as if in anticipation of something he knew was coming, even though he didn’t know what.
“Master, I feel that I am losing myself. Is this the dark side?”
“No, dear Mace,” he replied in a tender voice in a rare display of informality. “Only good there is here and pure will be our bonding.”
‘Bonding?’ the boy wondered, but he had no chance to let his mind wonder too far. Yoda had...