Chapter 22: Chapter 22: Washing Away Inhibitions
The path down to the lake was narrower than Luke remembered, more tangled. His mind kept snagging on the image Leia had planted there—the two of them, together in the open water, no pretense of separation. The sun beat against his shoulders, a physical counterpoint to the heat pooling low in his belly. He could hear her behind him, her breathing steady, the soft crush of grass under her bare feet a rhythm that matched his own.
When the trees finally opened up to reveal the water, it was like stepping into a different world. The lake was a sheet of polished blue-green under the afternoon sun, so clear he could see the sandy bottom slope away into deeper, darker indigo. The waterfall’s constant murmur was a white noise that filled the space, muffling everything else.
Luke didn’t hesitate. He walked straight to the water’s edge and waded in. The coolness hit his skin like a shock, a relief so intense it was almost painful. He plunged under, the world going silent and hazy green-gold, and surfaced with a gasp, scrubbing his hands over his face, wiping away the sweat and grime of the morning’s work.
When he turned, Leia was already wading towards him, the water smoothing over her hips, her waist. Her eyes were fixed on him with a dark, direct intensity that made his breath catch. She moved with purpose, the water parting for her without resistance.
“See?” she said, her voice cutting through the waterfall’s drone. “Efficient.”
Then her hands were on his chest, pushing him backwards. He let her, his bare feet finding purchase on the silty bottom until his back met the sun-warmed curve of a submerged boulder. The stone was smooth, almost slick, against his skin.
Leia closed the distance, her body pressing against his in the buoyant water. Her fingers traced the lines of his shoulders and his collarbones, then slid down through the damp hair on his chest. Her touch was deliberate as she smirked.
“You’re still tense,” she murmured, her lips close to his ear.
“Maybe a little,” he breathed, but even that was an understatement...every nerve felt alive, singing as his beloved sister touched him like this.
Her hand drifted lower, beneath the waterline, over his stomach. He sucked in a sharp breath as her fingers curled around his cock, already hard and straining. She squeezed, a firm, possessive grip that sent a jolt straight to his core.
“Only a little, eh?” she whispered, and her thumb swept over the head, spreading the bead of moisture that had gathered there.
Luke groaned, his head falling back against the rock. The water lapped around them, lukewarm where their bodies heated it. He brought his hands up to her waist, pulling her tighter against him. Her skin was impossibly smooth under his palms, her hips moving in a seductive way that made his mouth go dry.
She began to stroke him, her pace slow and maddening at first, her fist moving up and down his length with a confidence that was making him unravel. Her other hand came up to cup his jaw, turning his face to hers. Her kiss that followed was deep and hungry, tasting of pure lake water and the faint sweetness of the fruit they’d shared. He kissed her back just as fiercely, his tongue tangling with hers, his hands sliding down to grip the firm curves of her ass.
He broke the kiss, breathing hard. “Leia…”
“What?” she asked, her eyes glittering. She sped her strokes, her wrist twisting on the upstroke in a way that made his thighs tremble.
“I want you,” he gasped in confession.
The words felt too simple, too raw, but it was all he had.
“I know,” she said, and there was a feral glint of satisfaction in her smile at that point.
She released him suddenly, and the loss of contact was a small agony. Before he could protest, she turned in his arms, presenting her back to him. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on the nearby boulder, arching her spine. The water slid away from the gorgeous swell of her royal ass.
“Then take me,” the princess said, the command leaving no room for interpretation or hesitation.
The Jedi knight swallowed hard before shaking his head as if to shake the sudden rush of blood. His hands then went to her hips, his fingers digging into her supple flesh. He positioned himself, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance. He was even trembling a bit, a fine, uncontrollable shake born of sheer, growing need.
Then he pushed forward...and the world narrowed to the sensation of his utterly magnificent sister—incredibly hot, impossibly tight—sheathing him inch by inch.
Leia cried out, a sharp, bitten-off sound that was almost swallowed by the waterfall. Her head dropped between her shoulders, her back muscles standing out in stark relief. He buried himself to the hilt, pausing for a moment, overwhelmed by the feel of her clenching around him.
“Fuck,” he breathed, the word a prayer and a curse.
“Move,” she begged, her voice strained. “Don’t you dare stop!”
He obeyed her royal command, inhaling sharply as he did so. Thus he pulled back almost all the way, then drove into her again, setting a rhythm that was less about finesse and more about about connection...raw, animalistic connection.
The water sloshed around them with every thrust, creating small waves that rippled out towards the center of the lake. The sound of their bodies meeting, the wet slap of skin on skin, echoed in his ears.
Leia pushed back against him, meeting every stroke with a roll of her hips. “Harder!” she gasped. “Luke, fuck me harder...argh...Holy Force!” She suddenly shrieked as he quickened the pace.
He gripped her hips tighter, his blunt nails leaving half-moons in her skin. He pistoned into her, losing himself in the friction, the heat, the sheer visceral reality of being inside Leia, inside his wonderful sister. The tropical world around them seemed to be reduced to the sight of her back, the feel of her surrounding him, to the scent of her sweat and his own mixing with the clean smell of the water.
One of his hands snaked around her hip, instinctively finding the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs. She jerked at his touch, a shudder running through her entire body. He rubbed rough, tight circles, his own rhythm faltering as he felt her begin to tighten around him, her internal muscles fluttering.
“Yes… right there,” she moaned, her voice breaking. “Don’t stop, please…oh my....LUKE!!!”
Her climax hit her like a sudden convulsion as she howled; a raw, ragged sound that echoed off the water, and her body clamped down on his cock with a series of intense, pulsing squeezes that ripped a groan from deep in his chest. He held her through it, his forehead pressed between her shoulder blades, his own release coiling tight at the base of his spine.
As her shudders began to subside, she glanced over her shoulder, her eyes dark and glazed in a way that made him want to share in the heat the wild moment. “Come on, Luke. Let go and fill me up!”
It was the princess' permission, the raw demand in her tone, that undid him. With a broken sound, he thrust into his sister one last, deep time and came, his vision whiting out as he spilled himself inside her. Pleasure, sharp and abundant, blazed through every nerve. He clung to her, his body jerking with the force of his orgasm, until he was spent, hollowed out, resting his weight against her back as he gasped for air.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of the waterfall and their ragged breathing. But slowly, the world filtered back in, from the cool water, to the sun on his back, and the feel of Leia’s skin, warm and damp under his hands.
He softened inside her, and she finally straightened with a soft, satisfied sigh. She turned in the circle of his arms, her expression sated and soft. She reached up and brushed a strand of wet hair from his forehead.
“See?” she said again, her proud tone sounding beyond pleased. “It was efficient after all.”
He laughed, a breathless, amazed sound, and kissed her slowly, taking his tome with the deeper communication that went beyond words.
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For Leia, floating in the warm afterglow was like existing in a silent, perfect echo. Her body hummed, every nerve still singing from the brutal, beautiful way her brother had taken her. The memory of it...the rough grip on her hips...the relentless drive of his cock...the raw, unfiltered power of being fucked like that by the love of her life...it all sent a fresh, liquid heat pulsing between her legs. She’d let go completely, knowing instinctively that she could trust her wonderful, honorable twin with such depths of vulnerability.
And it had been fucking transcendent...
But the emptiness that followed his withdrawal was now a physical ache. So, she soon realized that she was not done. She wanted more before the world, with its temples, training lessons and deadlines, reclaimed them.
Thus, she pulled away from his kiss with a slow, deliberate slide of her lips. Without a word, she then turned and waded towards the thunderous sound of the waterfall. The water deepened, climbing her thighs, her stomach, and her breasts. She felt his gaze on her back, almost like a tangible weight through their growing Force bond.
Under the cascade, the world dissolved into a roaring, white blur. The force of it pounded on her shoulders like a cool, insistent massage. She tilted her face up into the spray, letting it sluice over her. Then she looked back at him through the veil of water.
He stood where she’d left him, chest heaving as she let him watch. His cock, already half-hard again, twitched against his thigh as she began to move.
Leia dragged her hands over her body with theatrical slowness. She cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they peaked into tighter, sensitive buds. She smoothed her palms down her stomach, through the slick that was already a mix of lake water and her own arousal. Then she let her fingers trail through the coarse hair between her legs, dipping lower to stroke her own swollen lips.
She saw his sharp intake of breath, even from here. Saw his hand reach for himself almost reflexively. A smirk touched her lips, invisible in the spray. She hooked a finger inside herself, then brought it to her mouth, briefly tasting herself with a pointed, languid curl of her tongue.
Luke was fully hard again by then, his length rigid against his belly. But he soon shook his head, running a hand through his wet hair.
“Leia...” He said, his voice carried over the waterfall’s din with a strained echo. “We don’t have that much time left, and you know it.”
Leia stepped out from under the heaviest part of the falls, giving him an unobstructed view as the water sheeted off her dripping wet naked body. “So?” she called back, her tone playful, challenging. “You’re a Jedi Knight. Use it.”
He blinked rapidly once he had stopped inhaling sharply. “Use what?”
“The Force,” she said, as if it were the most obvious solution in the galaxy.
She then started walking towards him, her arousal and the droplets covering her body practically a nude dare. “Draw on it. For speed. For strength.”
She stopped just before him, the water lapping at her waist. “Make the time we do have count. Come on, please fuck me again, brother dear, and this time so hard and fast you will sate my lingering cravings. Consider it my punishment for distracting you if you must...”
Luke stared at her long and wide-eyed. A war of disbelief, duty, and pure, unadulterated want raged across his face, and Leia had to admit that she loved the fact she was able to elicit such reactions from her beloved brother and knight.
He shook his head again, but it was clearly a visible gesture of wonder, not refusal. “You’re impossible.”
“I’m practical,” Leia corrected with a grin.
She reached out and wrapped her fingers around his cock, feeling it jump in her grip. “You have the means. I have the need. We lack the time to argue. And your cock on my hand certainly feels willing and able to blow some steam at the moment. So, solve the problem...Jedi.”
He caught her wrist at that, and his grip became abruptly firm, though not harsh. His eyes had suddenly darkened at her attempt to snap his restraint in two, and a look of resolve settled in behind the astonishment. But then, a faint, almost imperceptible hum seemed to gather in the air around him, like a vibration Leia felt in her teeth more than heard.
“Fine,” he said, his voice dropping into a lower register that sent a shiver of excitement through her spine. “You really want a punishment, Princess?”
He moved, only it wasn’t a step but a blur. One moment he was holding her wrist, the next she was spun around, her back pressed against his soaked chest. His arm banded across her collarbone, holding her firm. His other hand slid between her legs from behind, fingers plunging into her wetness with a speed that stole her breath.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasped, her head lolling back against his shoulder.
“Quiet,” he growled in her ear, his voice layered with a strange, amplified resonance.
The Force flowed around him, through him, a torrent of focused energy. His fingers worked her with inhuman dexterity, curling and penetrating, finding a rhythm that was frantic and precise.
She tried to speak, but only a ragged moan came out. Her hands scrabbled at his thigh, nails digging in.
“You wanted efficiency,” he muttered, his teeth grazing her earlobe. “Let’s see if you can take it.”
He removed his fingers, slick and glistening. In the same fluid motion, he lifted her, his hands under her thighs. She felt the hot, blunt pressure of his cock at her entrance, and then he was driving up into her in one savage, seamless thrust.
The air punched out of her lungs. The penetration was so deep, so impossibly fast, it bordered on pain before blossoming into a pleasure so intense it whited out her vision. He didn’t pause. He set a pace that was mechanical in its relentless speed, pistoning into her with the augmented power of the Force.
The world became a violent, wonderful blur of sensation. The slap of skin, the roar of the waterfall, the raw stretch of him filling her again and again. He held her aloft effortlessly, her own weight nothing to him now. Every impact jolted through her, hammering a spot inside her she hadn’t known could be touched so directly.
“Is this…is this what you wanted?” His voice was a strained rasp against her neck, each word punctuated by a brutal thrust.
“Yes!” she screamed, the word torn from her. “Harder! Fucking ruin me, Luke!”
He obliged. His pace somehow increased, becoming a continuous, driving rhythm. She was being unmade, shattered against the unyielding strength of him. Pleasure coiled, tight and urgent, low in her belly, building with terrifying speed.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his breath hot on her skin. “Come for your Knight, Princess. Now.”
It didn't feel like a request. It felt like an order woven into the very fabric of the Force energy surging through them both. Her eyes rolled as her climax detonated in response, like a supernova tearing through every cell. Her back arched violently against him, and a raw, long howl ripped from her throat, lost in the waterfall’s thunder as her lungs ran out of air. Her body clamped around him in wave after wave of convulsive ecstasy, milking him.
With a final, guttural shout, he followed. She felt the hot, pulsing release of his own orgasm deep inside her, a flood that seemed to go on and on, syncing with the violent tremors of her own. He held her through it, his enhanced strength the only thing keeping them both upright as they shuddered against each other.
The amplified energy started bleeding away as suddenly as it had come. The extraordinary speed and power faded, leaving only the heavy, panting reality of two bodies clinging together in cooling water. He lowered her gently, her legs trembling too much to hold her. She turned in his arms, her face buried in the hollow of his neck, breathing in the scent of sweat, sex, and jungle rain.
After a long moment, he spoke, his voice now just his own, hoarse and utterly spent. “Satisfied?”
Leia pulled back, her eyes meeting his. A slow, utterly sated smile spread across her face. She felt raw, used, wonderfully empty. “Stars above, Luke, I most definitely am,” she breathed as she traced the line of his jaw. “And don't take this the wrong way, as our first time together will always have a special place in my heart, but I think this beautiful lake has just become my favorite place on the island...”
Luke nodded, a look of weary amusement crossing his features. “I see what you mean.”
Luke’s arms felt like the only solid thing in a world gone liquid. Leia clung to him, her cheek pressed against his damp chest, listening to the frantic thud of his heart gradually slow. Her own body felt strange, in an overwhelmingly positive way—hollowed out by twin euphorias, her muscles singing with a pleasant, distant ache. The ache was precise, mapping the places he’d held her, touched her, possessed her. Each pounded through with residual brightness.
The cool lap of the lake water began to register, a sharp contrast to the internal warmth he’d left simmering inside her.
“We’re going to prune,” she mumbled into his skin, her voice sounding frayed and rough.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating against her. “Already there.”
His grip on her relaxed, shifting from a possessive clutch to a supportive hold. He didn’t let go. His hands, still impossibly gentle after their violence, smoothed down her back. She shivered. Every nerve ending felt freshly wired, hyper-aware of the slide of calloused palms on her wet skin.
“Can you walk?” he asked quietly.
Leia tested her legs. They held, but with a definite tremor. She nodded against him anyway, pride a persistent ghost. “Of course I can walk.”
Yet when she took a step, she staggered, her foot slipping on the silty bottom. Luke’s arm was there instantly, a bar of muscle under her hand. He said nothing, just adjusted his stance to bear her weight as effortlessly as he’d held her aloft moments before. The memory of that raw power flashed behind her eyes, fresh and potent. A flush that had nothing to do with exertion crept up her neck.
And with that, Leia still in his arms, Luke gently carried her blissfully tired form to the waterfall. The world narrowed to the feel of his chest under her arms, the safe, rhythmic strength of him. He didn't flaunt the power of the Force now; he just used it as a simple tool, a seamless extension of his will to get her where they needed to go. The mist from the falls kissed her face first, a fine, cool spray.
He helped her down, his hands firm on her waist as she found her footing on the slick rocks beneath the torrent. The pounding rush was immediate and total, a thousand tiny impacts scrubbing the salt from their skin, washing away the physical evidence of their frantic union. They did it in silence, their hunger for each other well sated for now. Leia tipped her head back, letting the water scour her scalp, her face, wishing it could as easily rinse the complex tangle of feeling from her mind.
She scrubbed her hands over her arms, her thighs, methodical. Luke did the same beside her, a focused, practical choreography. When Leia glanced at him through the curtain of water, his face was turned upward, eyes closed. He looked younger like that, stripped of the Jedi’s weight, just a man under a waterfall. It made something in her chest tighten.
So, when they are done, and they know it is time to head back up, Leia simply embraces her wonderful brother and future husband under the waterfall one more time. The water hammered down on them, a chaotic, insulating blanket. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her whole body against his, not with passion, but with a bone-deep need for contact, for grounding. She was content to let the gesture and the love she held for him flow from their growing Force bond and into her arms as she hugged him.
Luke hugged her back in silent but caring acknowledgement. One hand cradled the back of her head, fingers threading through her wet hair. His other arm banded around her shoulders, pulling her in tight against the chill of the falling water. He rested his chin on top of her head. No words. Just the shared rhythm of their breath, the dual beat of their hearts thrumming against each other’s skin, and the endless roar that made their own silence feel vast and safe.
And as the two of them took that moment of quiet under the falling water, Leia realized it was just a joke in the heat of the moment, for she well and truly had grown very fond of that lake today. It wasn't the water or the scenery. It was the crystalline clarity of being there, with him, where nothing else from the galaxy could reach. No senatorial protocols, no Jedi dogma, no ghosts of lost planets or fallen empires. Just two bodies, two wills, choosing each other, again and again, in the most primal way imaginable.
The princess smiled at that, feeling reassured while in the arms of her beloved brother that with him by her side every step of the way, everything will eventually turn out fine.
The thought wasn't naive. It was a hard-won certainty, forged in fire and blood and now, bizarrely, in this jungle water. It settled in her bones, quieter and more durable than hope.
They broke apart slowly. Luke took her hand, his grip sure."Ready?" he asked, the word nearly lost to the falls.
Leia nodded, squeezing his fingers. Her legs felt steadier now. "Race you to the shore," she said, the old challenge slipping out automatically, a tether back to a simpler dynamic.
He gave her a look that was pure, unadulterated skepticism, eyebrows raised. "You're kidding."
"Scared you'll lose, Jedi?" she taunted, already pushing past him, the water giving way.
He didn't answer with words. One moment he was behind her; the next, with a subtle, almost invisible application of speed, he was beside her, then a half-step ahead, glancing back with a smirk."Cheater!" she yelled, laughing now, truly laughing, as she splashed after him.
They collapsed onto the sun-warmed grass of the bank, side by side, breathing hard from the short, silly sprint. The earlier, world-altering intensity had folded itself into something softer, layered now with this easy companionship. Leia sprawled on her back, the coarse blades tickling her skin. The sky above was a perfect, untroubled blue.
"We should get dressed," Luke said after a minute, though he made no move to get up.
"Mmm," Leia agreed, equally motionless. "Master Belaerys is probably waiting."
"She said three hours."
"What's the time now?"
Luke propped himself on an elbow, peering up at the sun's angle with a farmer's practiced eye. "Close."
"They can wait five more minutes," Leia decided, closing her eyes. The sun baked her eyelids red. She felt his gaze on her profile. The silence between them was different now—not charged, but deeply familiar, a shared exhaustion that was almost peaceful.
Her mind, freed from immediate survival or consuming lust, began to drift back to the cold stone of the temple, the echoing halls, the unknowable test waiting within. The comfort of the lake bank felt suddenly fragile, a temporary indulgence. A sharp, cold kernel of dread formed in her stomach, unrelated to the Jedi or the mission.
"Luke," she said, her eyes still closed.
"Yeah?"
"Do you ever think about..." She trailed off, the question too big, too dangerous. Do you ever think about what we're doing? What this makes us? What happens when we leave this island?
His hand found hers in the grass, lacing their fingers together. He didn't press her to finish. He just waited.
She opened her eyes, turning her head to look at him. His face was serious, all traces of the earlier smirk gone. "Never mind," she said softly. "It can wait."
He searched her face for a long moment, then nodded. He understood the unsaid things. He always did. "It can wait," he echoed, a promise.
He stood then, offering her his hand. She took it, letting him pull her to her feet. They gathered their discarded clothes—simple, practical garments now stiff with dried sweat and lake water. Dressing was a quiet, mutual task. Leia shook out her tunic, wincing at the feel of the rough fabric against her sensitive skin."You good?" Luke asked, watching her as he pulled on his own trousers.
"Yeah," she said, taking a deep breath that solidified her back into Senator Leia Organa, or at least a reasonable facsimile. "I'm good."
They took one last look at the lake, the waterfall, the sheltered curve of the boulder they'd used. The place was imprinted on them now, a secret coordinate in their shared history. Without another word, they turned and started back up the path towards the plateau, towards the temple, towards whatever came next. Their hands brushed as they walked, a silent point of contact, a tether to the place they were leaving behind and to the unnerving, glorious truth they now carried within them.
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