"Focus, young padawan. When you have the precision, you lack power. When you have power, you lack precision. You must master both in perfect balance, if you wish to succeed." you instruct your padawan.
The young twi'lek girl closes her eyes again and concentrates. You see Nefea's muscles tense under the blue skin, and she lunges at the training droid, but it darts to the side, avoiding her attack. The girl swings again and overextends, losing her balance, but you manage to catch her by the arm.
"Enough for today." you help her stand up straight, "The rate of your progress has declined. I think you would do well to meditate on your mistakes, Nefea."
"No, Master, I just... need you to lend me some of your force." she says as she shyly looks away.
"Again? How will you improve if you just borrow my force?" you reprimand the young twi'lek.
The girl has no answer for your inquiry and just silently looks at her feet.
You sigh and say: "Fine, but you must take care to learn from this experience."
"Yes, Master!" Nefea's face lights up, and she drops to her knees. The lithe fingers deftly undo your belt and take out your cock.
"Master's is so large... bigger than a lightsaber." she says as she strokes your length eagerly.
"Naturally." you say with a stone face and hands behind your back.
The teenage twi'lek sticks out her tongue and starts working your rod from the root to the glans.
"Turn around and bend over." you instruct her.
"Yes, Master." Nefea turns around and bends over the table, laying on her stomach.
You grab her skin-tight pants and pull them down, revealing her plump blue ass. Despite your jedi training, you can't get enough of that petite teenage twi'lek body - you sink your fingers into the soft cyan buttocks and squeeze them gently.
"Concentrate on what you feel." you say and begin rubbing your cock between her toned thighs.
"I feel... Master's tip rubbing against me." the girl squirms under your touch.
"Good." you grab Nefea firmly by the waist and start pushing your cock into her tight twi'lek pussy.