Category: Non-Q/O, PWP, POV, Romance, Drama; a touch of angst
Rating: NC-17 You betcha!
Warnings: Well, there's something here to offend just about
everyone, so don't blame us! At least one character was
"created" by ElaineMc... go to her with complaints!
Spoilers: Are you kidding?
Summary: You live a sensuous, love filled life with your two
favorite Jedi, which is tested when a horrible accident occurs.
For the rest, well, read it!
Notes: //This is thought-speech// Makea and Kobu are not
available at your local Fresh Fields, sorry!
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You are wrapped in warmth and darkness, and your brain feels
swaddled with cotton, you must have been deeply asleep. Slowly,
slowly your cognitive functions come back, is it late? Early?
There's a nagging feeling at the back of your head that
something's not right, did you oversleep your work shift?
No, that's not it, you are in down time, no assignments for
over a week now. The boys too... ah, that's it. You are used to
two strong male presences on either side of you and they're not
there. Did they wake up early and leave you to sleep in? That
would be unusual; normally at least Obi-Wan would be all over
you first thing in the morning with his usual morning
randiness. You find yourself smiling at that thought; first
thing in the morning that boy could hump a bantha.
Your brain still feels coated with cotton, you must have had
an interesting night, so you think back to what you
remember. It was quiet, you had been... had been... oh yes! You
had been in the spare room under a sunlamp, just relaxing.
Between rank and the fact that there are three of you, the
Council authorized a two bedroom apartment, but since you all
sleep together in the big bed, the spare bedroom was mostly a
well padded, empty room, perfect for sparring, Tai chi,
meditation, or other, more "worldly" pursuits. You were almost
asleep under the soothing lamp when you heard the door to the
apartment hiss open. Qui-Gon, most definitely; no one else had
such a distinctively soothing presence even from another room.
Not bothering to open your eyes you use your limited Force
abilities and your mental connection with him to feel his
movement in the other room. Idly you wonder where Obi-Wan is;
but it's not that important. You can tell when Qui-Gon comes to
the door of the spare room, and can even feel his gentle smile
at the sight of you, stretched out nude under the sunlamp.
There's no need to speak; you just revel in his tender,
unmistakable mind touch, almost as good as his body touch. You
know you are smiling but don't try to suppress it; his
gentleness wraps around your thought like a comfortable
blanket, making you feel loved and treasured.
Finally, he speaks, his voice that gentle rumble you know and
love so well. "I'm sure it can't be good for you to do that all
day," he says, the smile in his voice unmistakable.
It takes a bit of effort - you are SO comfortable! - but you
manage to open your eyes and roll to one side, propping your
head on your hand. He stands at the door to the room, leaning
on the jamb, his hands tucked into the sleeves of his Jedi
robe. He's so tall! - you marvel anew, taking in everything
from his long, lanky legs to the smile playing around his
sensitive mouth, the mouth you so love to taste and caress, to
his deep, warm eyes now dancing with mirth.
"Not at all, Master," you finally say, "safety rated and UL
listed. Actually, I think you could use some time under here
too. I don't suppose you'd care to join me?"
"I'd be delighted," he answers, quickly divesting himself of
his robe and the clothes underneath it. As he undresses,
careful as always to neatly stack his clothing in a corner of
the room, you ask, "where's Obi-Wan?"
"He had an errand to run, he'll be along shortly," is the
reply, and then he's sitting down next to you, legs crossed,
smoothing one hand over your hip.
"Scratch my back?" you ask lazily, rolling onto your stomach.
With a low chuckle, Qui-Gon complies, scratching and kneading
your back with practiced, callused fingers. Your purr of
contentment makes him chuckle again. "There's nothing like
having a Jedi scratch your back for you," you comment, "they
always know the right places, how hard and how long."
Qui-Gon doesn't reply, just keeps up the steady pressure on
your back, and you realize something's wrong. No, nothing's
wrong, but something is definitely not right.
He, of course, senses your feeling, and gradually stops. You
roll over and sit up to face him, clasping your knees to you.
"Okay. What's up?" you ask.
With a wry smile, leaning forward to brush a stray lock of
hair off your face, he says gently, "I think we've been around
you too long. Your sensitivity is getting stronger. It's the
council..."
When you roll your eyes at this, he actually laughs. "You had
better not let Master Yoda know how you feel," he says, still
chuckling as he tweaks your nose gently. Then he sobers.
"There's a situation developing out near the rim. Two rival
smuggling consortiums are on the verge of going to open war
over a sparsely populated planet rich in minerals. There are
many innocent lives at risk and the Jedi are needed there."
You place a hand on his arm, concerned. "Qui-Gon, this sounds
dangerous. I assume they've sent the two of you?"
"Yes, and almost a dozen others. There's no hope we can broker
a truce between the consortiums; the council is more worried
about the civilians. We're to try and rescue as many as we can,
get them off planet and safe. Because of that," and his voice
slows down here, he's distinctly reluctant to continue and you
wonder why, "we also need several good pilots to take control
of the transports."
You blink. "Well, then, I'm there. Is that what this is all
about? The council has asked me to help?"
"My love," he says, and you realize how serious this is if he
uses that term of endearment. Qui-Gon is nothing if not
reserved, and his use of those words always makes your insides
melt. "My love," he says again, taking your hand in his, "this
is a dangerous mission. We all have bad feelings about it..."
You free your hand from his and press it against his soft
lips. "My most beloved master," you smile at him, "I am the
best pilot in this sector, and one of the best mechanics. If
there is a need for me, I am there. You would do so yourself.
When do we leave?"
He smiles and kisses the fingertips resting against his lips.
"In about six hours. Obi-Wan is setting up the transport now."
"Well, then," you say huskily, smiling seductively, "we have
time for me to thank you for your consideration over my
safety." At this, you drop your hand down lower to engulf his
hardening cock. He smiles and closes his eyes to better
appreciate the sensation, then allows his own hand to drift
down to your wetness. As he brushes your clit, you gasp and
tighten your own hand, which causes him to escalate too, by
gently parting your nether lips and inserting two fingers.
You stay like that for a moment, his fingers gently massaging
your vulva and clit, your hand pumping him slowly. Both of you
have closed eyes, sensuously enjoying the spasms of pleasure
caused by the other's actions. Making love to Qui-Gon is so
different than Obi-Wan, you reflect; not better or worse, just
different. With Obi-Wan there's more heat and impatience, with
Qui-Gon, things go more slowly but can end up at an even higher
fever pitch.
As if reading your mind (which he probably was), Qui-Gon uses
his other hand to capture your neck and gently bring your head
closer to his. He kisses you softly, gently parting your lips
to slip his tongue into your mouth to taste you. You kiss him
back languidly, continuing your ministrations as he continues
his. His mouth tastes sweet, and his lips are soft and pliable.
You take his lower lip into your mouth and nip gently, causing
him to sigh.
Eventually, the awkwardness of your poses makes it too
uncomfortable to continue. He withdraws his fingers and tongue
from you slowly, bestowing one last lick on your pouting lower
lip. He smiles at your expression then removes your hand from
his penis, and, without significant effort, wraps his strong
hands around your lower waist and lifts you onto his lap.
Smiling now that you understand his intent, you lift one leg up
to slide it around him, but his hand captures it and bestows
kisses and licks down the length from your foot to your upper
thigh, as far as he can reach. Then, once you are situated on
his lap, he lifts your hips again, catches your lips with his,
and slowly impales you on his rock-like shaft.
You both moan at the sensation, but neither of you move. You
wrap your feet around his hips, resting heavily on his upper
thighs and feel him slide deeper into your wetness. His tongue
traces hot tracks across your teeth and tongue as he continues
to kiss you, the soft fur of his chest rubs against your
nipples, inflaming them. Both of you are happy to just stay
still and let the sensations wash over you.
Slowly, slowly, you begin the dance, leaning ever so slightly
forward and back, grinding your hips into his. He removes his
mouth from yours and buries it in your neck, kissing and
nipping gently, his rough beard helps bring the two of you to a
slightly higher level of sensation. You continue to rock slowly
back and forth, almost gasping now with the waves of feeling
he's invoking in you. Your hands grip his back and your nail
make small indentations. He continues to work on your neck,
nibbling from your earlobe to the top of your collarbone,
bestowing small kisses that send electricity shooting through
you.
A husky, boyish voice from the doorway almost - but not quite
- surprises you. "I could feel you two clear down to the
library," Obi-Wan says, while hurriedly undressing himself and
joining you on the floor. He leans in and kisses you deeply,
his hand on the back of your head providing support and keeping
you from moving away. Then, Qui-Gon looks up from kissing your
neck to his Padawan; you're somewhat surprised to see his warm
brown eyes are almost black with passion. Obi-Wan breaks his
kiss with you to kiss his master just as deeply, diving his
tongue into Qui-Gon's mouth with eager lust. You somehow manage
to reach out one hand to rub his cock, dragging your short
nails up and down the sensitive underside of it until he
groans.
The two of them share a mysterious smile, and a quick stab of
humor and anticipation thrills you; they are up to something
again. Obi-Wan moves behind you, twining his legs around and
under his Master's, scootching close enough for you to feel his
hardness on your back. What is he up to, you wonder, then smile
at your pun, a smile that is echoed by the man behind you as he
kisses the other side of your neck seductively.
At a signal you don't catch, Qui-Gon lifts you almost off of
him, and suddenly there are two hard cocks trying to get in,
and succeeding... you gasp and writhe, but you are held firmly
between two pairs of strong arms and legs. The sensation is
overwhelming and you cry out as the familiar tightening in your
groin begins to send waves of pleasure up and down your body.
Your control is lost; your hands are tangled in Qui-Gon's hair
and your head is thrown back against Obi-Wan's shoulder; you
are literally sobbing and mewling in pleasure as the two men
kiss each other and you, their own control abandoned to the
sensations coming from you and each other. It takes them just a
few seconds to find the rhythm, clasping you firmly between
them and impaling you on them, their own cocks rubbing together
within your sopping wetness further inflaming them and driving
them further down the road of no return.
The waves build and build until suddenly, you
Explode. There was an explosion. The sensual memories of the
hours before the mission recede before the memory of the
mission itself. It was a bad situation... there were lots of
children... oh Gods, you remember there were babies... Qui-Gon
racing down a corridor, his robes billowing behind him and his
lightsaber lit... Obi-Wan screaming something at you from
across the room as the brightest light you've ever seen
blossomed in front of you...and the noise...
Why can't you move? You can't feel or see or hear and now the
memories are coming faster. You begin to writhe, trying to find
a way out of his horrible nothingness...
//Steady, calm down, center yourself, I'm here, it's all
right//
Qui-Gon, and no one else. His soothing mind touch reassures
you instantly but you are still on the edge of hysteria.
"What...?" you try to speak and to your horror you realize you
can't.
//My love, calm down. You're floating in a bacta tank. Sensory
deprivation. I'm here with you. Calm, calm, steady, I'm here //
/Qui-Gon! //, you sob in your mind. The memories of what
happened are flooding back, but you still don't know where you
are or how you got there.
You hear him sigh in your mind, while his gentle 'fingers'
find and soothe your turmoil. //There was an explosion. You
were closest to it. We managed to get you out but you were in
bad shape. You've been here on the medical ship ever since.//
//We?// you think, just to be safe.
His touch still continuing to soothe you, he chuckles in your
mind. //Yes, we, Obi-Wan is here too... he's asleep. One of us
has been watching over you since you went into the bacta
tank.//
//How long?//
He hesitates and you brace yourself. //Ten days // he finally
says, and you gasp.
//The children, did all the children get out safely?//
//Yes, thanks to you // he answers you, and you cannot help
but hear the pride and worry in his mind voice.
//Are you and Obi-Wan all right? Were you hurt?//
//We're fine // he's obviously holding something back, but as
long as your two boys are safe and whole, you're content.
//Will you please go back to sleep now? You need to heal more.
The doctor says you might come out in a few hours. We'll be
here if you need us.//
//Yes, Master // you think meekly, and sense his incredulous
snort of amusement at your show of obedience. His mind fingers
are still soothing, calming, and his ineffable presence in your
mind relaxes you so that you actually can sleep, to your
surprise. Before you drift off, you think you hear him murmur
to you, //my darling, how I love you // but you must have been
mistaken.
You come awake with a jolt, the initial panic of the sensory
deprivation fading before the memory of Qui-Gon's soothing
touch. To your surprise, you now have limited feeling and it's
easy to figure out where you are... but you still can't see
anything and of course you're breathing though a mask so you
can't smell anything either...
//Good morning // It's Obi-Wan this time, strangely subdued
but his presence in your mind relieves an ache you hadn't
noticed.
//Oh, Obi-Wan // you really can't stand the way your thoughts
are so, well, weak and needy... you're not used to relying on
anyone, even your "boys," and this is hard for you.
Of course he senses this, he's not in your mind for nothing,
and he's always been incredibly tuned to your mood. //It's all
right, don't worry, we're here. Don't you think it's about time
we cared for you a bit?// Now this sounds more
like the boy you love, and has his intended effect of making
you feel less guilty at your instability.
Then Qui-Gon is there too, and you relax further. //Can I get
out of here?// you wonder, and at their amusement, //I feel
fine, really, and I really need to touch you two...//
//Soon, love, soon // comes Qui-Gon's gentle reply. //We're
talking with the doctor now. You're under a nerve block and
we're wondering how they will proceed //
This situation is beginning to worry you, and you find
yourself trying to shield your fright from the two who are
trying to protect you from it. If you've been in a bacta tank
under a nerve block for ten days... then the explosion must
have been bad... why can't you remember anything from the
bright light and the noise? You begin to shake a little, trying
to feel yourself to determine what could be damaged...
//Stop that // It's Obi-Wan again, uncharacteristically harsh
in your mind. Qui-Gon is still there too, trying to calm your
agitated nerves. //If you keep up that thrashing, the doctor
will just sedate you again. You MUST be patient, darling,
although I know that's hard for you...//
You sigh in your mind, he's right and you know it. //You're
holding out on me // your mind whispers, // tell me. What's the
extent of the damage? // At their hesitation, you continue,
//just tell me. I can't fight what I don't know. Please?//
They're obviously conferring with the doctor, and it's a
little while before they both turn their full minds back to
you. Oddly enough, Qui-Gon stays silent, soothing your thoughts
with his gentle touch, while Obi-Wan slowly explains the extent
of the damage. It takes a while to sink in. You were actually
dead for a brief moment; the boys gave of themselves to save
your spark while rushing you to the medical ship. Your body was
seared by the blast, irradiated by the heat, every bone snapped
or crushed. You can't hear because your eardrums have not yet
regenerated. You are, however, almost healed, due to the
combination of the doctor's expertise and the Jedi powers of
healing love.
The truth is frightening, and you swallow, shuddering. But the
two you love most are with you and are supporting you, so you
know what you have to do. //Tell them to remove the block and
get me out. I need to have all my faculties about me if I am to
heal //
You know they are conferring with the doctor, and you sense
their reluctance, and incredibly, their suppressed fear and
worry over you. But remove you they do, and the nerve block as
well, and the waves of pain are excruciating.
They are there, sandwiching you between them, soothing,
steadying, the mental equivalent of the last time you all made
love. You grasp at the analogy, anything to drive away the
pain, and feel the boys' worried amusement as they reinforce
the picture. No words are spoken, none need be, their minds are
entwined with yours buoying you and allowing the pain to
recede, until you fall into an exhausted sleep.
When you wake, you have no idea how long it has been. You
still see only darkness, and that puzzles you a bit until you
realize you have a blindfold across your eyes. The incredible
pain has receded to a dull ache encompassing your body, and you
know you can endure it. There's pressure in your hand, finally
you realize it's another hand and you squeeze it as best you
can.
Distantly, as if you and he were underwater, you hear
Obi-Wan's dear voice. "Master, wake up, she's awake."
Your other hand is claimed gently and stroked. "Can you hear
us?" You can, but not well, and you realize this is due to your
still healing eardrums. You manage to croak out a yes, but your
throat feels as if you've been eating fire.
Obi-Wan lets go your hand and shortly a straw is placed at
your lips. "Sip very slowly," he says, and you do, reflecting
there has never been such a wonderful thing as cold water.
The water helps enormously, and you cough slightly to clear
the rest of your throat. "Don't try to talk much," Qui-Gon
says, "you're still healing. But I think the worst is over."
"How do you feel?" asks Obi-Wan, reclaiming your hand.
Now that's an interesting question, you reflect, and take
stock. "Trampled by a herd of bantha," you manage to croak out,
and feel them smiling at you. "Why are my eyes covered?"
In answer, the straw is pressed to your mouth again, and you
sip greedily. It doesn't take much for you to figure out that
they're avoiding something, and you ask again.
Your hand is lifted and the unmistakable lips of Qui-Gon are
pressed to it. "Dear heart, your eyes took the worst of the
beating in the explosion. They will take longer to heal."
You mull that over with growing panic. "I'm blind."
They almost trample each other in their haste to calm your
mind. "No, no, that's not right," Obi-Wan says, and Qui-Gon
echoes it. "No, they will heal, but it will take longer. You
must be patient, and wait. The doctor says there's over a 90%
chance of no residual effects."
You know they are telling you the truth, so you calm down.
"I'm not very good at being patient," you start, and Obi-Wan
snorts in amusement.
You feel Qui-Gon smiling over the hand he still presses to his
lips. "No, you're not. However, in this case, you must be. We
will be your eyes for you until you heal."
You sigh in contentment, happy to be near and able to touch
the two you love most, and drift off into a doze. They don't
move, and when you wake back up, they are still there, holding
your hands.
It has been several days now since you came home with Qui-Gon
and Obi-Wan. They do all the chores you usually perform and
somehow that makes you feel very guilty, even though you know
you are not up to doing much else than rest. Most of the time
you just sleep - sleep necessary to heal what is so utterly
broken: your body, and to some extent your spirit. That
explosion took a lot out of you. Still your eyes are covered
with that blasted blindfold, and the temple healer - a cruel,
vicious woman whom you would gladly strangle if the boys would
let you - will not allow its removal for another week, minimum.
Incredibly, the boys agree with her and take her side every
time, no matter how much you protest.
For the first few days at home it's mostly Obi-Wan who takes
care of your needs, whatever needs there are. You have to admit
that having him give you a bath every day has been fun, even if
you don't have any hair left to wash or exert yourself enough
to work up a sweat. Maddeningly, though, he refuses to do
anything besides wash you, which, you acknowledge, is probably
a good idea since you most likely couldn't see it though
anyway.
Qui-Gon has been busy with the council, talking them through
that messy situation with the smugglers. He's always there
during the night though, comforting you together with Obi-Wan,
giving you the strength to go through another day of healing,
another day not knowing whether you'll ever see again. They
sandwich you between them and caress you, using subtle Jedi
techniques to ensure that you sleep deeply every night, secure
in their embrace. Every night, though, you feebly protest,
trying to get them to ignore you and take care of their own
needs, which you are sure they haven't been doing. You dread
the thought that you may never see again, and wonder what you
would do if you find your fears coming true.
"Don't worry, my love, you will see again! The chances ..." At
this point you just want to strangle Qui-Gon. Him and all his
optimism, his patience for lost causes. You can but sigh at his
cheerfulness, his unwavering belief that everything will be
fine.
It's early in the evening, and Qui-Gon has not yet made it
home even though the dinner hour has passed. Your body still
aches, but with the help of your two companions the pain
continues to recede every day. You're propped up on the big
bed, leaning against the padded headboard, listening to a
book-on-tape thing titled "What We Should Do if We Don't Have a
Life" by Master Tobo-Got Eyi. Qui-Gon strongly recommended it
to help you focus on the present again.
You feel the shift in the bed as a heavy, freshly showered and
yummy smelling male climbs aboard with you. "Well, you're
looking kinda bored there," you hear a soft, jocular voice say.
Obi-Wan has always had a firm grasp of the obvious, and you
tell him that, instantly regretting the acid in your voice.
"I'm sorry," you add, "I didn't mean that the way it sounded.
Why don't you come here and entertain me a bit? I'm sure that
would alleviate my boredom."
He settles in beside you and takes your hand with far too much
gentleness. It has gotten to the point that you're sick of
being coddled and treated with kid gloves, and you want a bit
of old fashioned firmness back in your life; male firmness to
boot. "What would you like me to do?" he asks, "I mean, within
reason," and you feel his wicked, dimpled grin shining at you
through your link.
Unerringly, your hand finds his face, to caress those dimples,
his eyelids, the cleft in his chin you always find so
captivating. Continuing to stroke, to let your fingers remind
you of what you cannot see, you bring his hand up to your mouth
to kiss his palm and slowly suck on his fingers, tasting,
nibbling, licking the clean strong hands you are really
beginning to need elsewhere on your body. "I'm sure you could
think of something, if you put your mind to it," you murmur.
His breath, and yours, is starting to get a little heavier,
and he begins a half-hearted protest. "Are you sure this is a
good idea? The healer will have my head if I hurt you..."
You stop his mouth with your hand, which is still attached to
his hand. "If you hurt me, I will tell you." You're appalled at
the harshness in your voice, and modulate it into a gentle
wheedle. "It's been too long, Obi-Wan, and I need you
desperately. Please?" You finish with a whisper, again bringing
his hand to your mouth, kissing the delicate flesh of his inner
wrist.
With a groan of absolute submission, he shifts on the bed
closer to you, to kiss your forehead, your cheek, and, finally,
your mouth; delicately, oh so delicately. He unties the tunic
that's covering you and his mouth starts wandering south, while
his arms carefully help you to stretch out to a full reclining
position. Your hand continues to move, up and down his chest.
Beautiful! Not as muscular as Qui-Gon, but always definitely
caress-worthy. Even though you can't see him, you can picture
him in your mind, his electric blue eyes, the dimples in his
cheeks every time he grins (which is often), the chiseled
muscles on his lightly furred chest, his erect penis.
What little pain is left in your body recedes completely under
the tender ministrations of that gorgeous mouth that softly
kisses you and those callused hands that roam over you. No love
bites today, you clearly hear him think, and although you might
miss his roughness you also appreciate this tender side too.
You become languid under his mouth's caresses, not willing to
move, and luckily he's not willing to let you. Still lying
beside you, he finds your breasts and gently rolls one nipple
between his thumb and forefinger while tonguing, sucking and
gently nipping the other. His hands trace your belly, your
hips, every square inch of your body. His tongue dips into your
navel, making you gasp and smile. He finds your legs, your
thighs - your wetness, while kissing and licking all the way
down your body right down to your toes, each one getting
individual attention.
Not being able to see can have advantages, you discover; his
mouth on your body is electric, you are forced to use other
senses to keep track of what is happening. Your skin tingles
under his tongue and fingers, you can smell the clean male
scent of him as well as his and your arousal, you hear his
breathing and the small, unconscious noises of satisfaction as
he pleases you, his still damp Padawan braid tickles the top of
your foot while he sucks your toes.
Slowly he works his way back up your legs, gently parting them
and lifting your knees, making sure you are comfortable before
proceeding to the tops of your thighs. He rests his cheek
against your upper thigh; his freshly shaven cheeks are soft
and his breath tickles your naked pubes. "I think I rather
prefer you this way," he says, laughter in his voice although
it is gentle. "Perhaps we ought to see to it you are shaved at
least once a week, hmm?"
Although it is hard to move, you do mange to whap him on the
top of his head with your hand, then tangle your fingers in the
spiky softness. "I don't think so, Padawan-boy," you growl,
"especially since it itches so as it grows back in."
"Ow," he says in mock pain. "Well then, since your every wish
is my command, perhaps I can soothe the itching for you." And
with that, his talented tongue takes a long, slow swipe from
your vulva to the top of your clitoris, and you moan. He
chuckles and takes another long lick, pausing to dive into your
vagina and circle your clitoris; this time you gasp and arch
against his mouth.
"Hmm," he says, pausing, "perhaps that isn't quite enough to
alleviate the itch. Maybe this will help," and with that he
slowly inserts two fingers into your vagina, continuing to lick
and nibble all around your clitoris, maddeningly.
Once again, senses other than sight take over. You can feel
Obi-Wan's fingers deep inside you, slowly thrusting and finding
that pleasurable spot, moving so deep within you that you feel
him against your cervix, and his tongue on your clit is driving
you wild with sensation. You can hear your wetness as he
finger-fucks you, and his breathing gone harsh with desire - or
is that your breathing? You can even smell your juices as they
flow out of you, over his fingers and mouth, eagerly lapped up
by him. You feel the stiffness of the sheets in one fist, as
your body arches with every lick and nibble. Your other hand is
still tangled in his hair, wrapped around that ridiculous
ponytail of soft hair.
The sensation overflows as you feel the familiar tightening
begin in your belly, your thighs; fast, so fast after such a
long time. "Obi-Wan," you gasp, "oh Gods..." you want nothing
more than to have him inside you but he's having none of it.
His voice is muffled against your cunt, but you can hear him
clearly enough. "It's all right; come, darling, come for me..."
And you do, like a rocket, hoarsely screaming his name over
and over, your head thrust back, your thighs clenching and back
arched as waves and waves of pure orgiastic pleasure wash over
you, again and again. Every time they begin to subside he sucks
on your clitoris, hard, and thrusts another finger into you,
and the cycle starts again until you feel you might pass out.
Slowly the pulses die down, and with a last long lick Obi-Wan
removes his fingers and tongue from you, to rest his cheek once
again on your upper thigh. The palm of one hand rests on your
cunt, softly massaging you down. "You taste so good," he
murmurs hoarsely, "and I love it when you come like that. I
didn't hurt you did I?"
If you had had the strength, you would have laughed at that
last comment, but you don't, so you settle for a contented
smile and a weak chuckle. You feel him lift his head and he
must have been looking at you for he says, with a laugh, "you
look like the cat that caught the canary."
"That's what I feel like," you slur, contented beyond measure.
"But you..." "No," he whispers, once again resting his head
against your thigh. "Don't worry about me. Rest, now."
At last Qui-Gon arrives from another exhausting meeting with
the Jedi Council.
//What a BORING day this was // Obi-Wan, from his position
between your thighs, picks up on his frustrated thought and
laughs quietly, so as not to disturb your rest. "Master, come
join us. Forget the council for a while."
"I know, I should relax a little", Qui-Gon answers aloud,
coming into the bedroom and getting out of his robe and tunic.
Then he pauses to study the tableau before him. "Are you sure
you two should be doing this?"
You cannot reply as you are almost asleep, so Obi-Wan does it
for you, propping himself up on an elbow. "Her idea," he says.
"I don't think I caused any harm."
"Not by the look on her face," Qui-Gon rumbles quietly,
causing Obi-Wan to dissolve in silent laughter.
He settles down next to you to tug off his boots and breeches.
You manage to rouse yourself enough to ask: "Hard day today?
Did the council give you grief?" His lips meet yours in a
marvelous kiss, then, from the sound of it and the feel of
Obi-Wan shifting, you sense he kisses his Padawan.
"Yes, too much grief! Sometimes I would just like to strangle
Master Windu! And neither of you heard me say that," he adds,
while Obi-Wan shakes the bed again in suppressed giggles.
"Relax, Master; Obi-Wan did a wonderful job on me, and I'm
certain he'd do the same for you," you whisper, running your
hands through his hair. How silky, how beautiful his hair is!
You let your fingers run through it while he brings his mouth
to yours for another kiss.
You can tell that Obi-Wan has positioned himself behind
Qui-Gon and with firm, bold strokes is massaging his Master's
back, up and down, up and down, beating the weariness and ache
out of it.
"I think we should let her rest," Qui-Gon begins, but you
smile in negation.
"No, I've had some of my fun, and you two have been neglecting
each other. Lie here next to me, please. I want to feel the two
of you as you make love."
The older man settles down on the other side of you, and
Obi-Wan crawls over him to settle on his other side, away from
you. You can feel that the two of them are kissing each other.
Once more, other senses take over, aided by the fact that both
of them throw open their minds and allow you to use their eyes.
Obi-Wan breaks their kiss and starts moving his mouth further
down Qui-Gon's body. He has exquisite muscle tone, his chest is
like alabaster.
Obi-wan starts exploring Qui-Gon's body with his mouth while
your hands leisurely play with the Masters silky hair. Qui-Gon
stretches out on his side, next to you, and his loving Padawan
covers his back. The perfect sandwich! You tuck one hand behind
your head, while the other starts to wander over that so
familiar face of your lover: his forehead, his nose, his
sensuous lips that kiss so expertly, yet with so much feeling;
his ears, ears that cannot hear enough sweet nothings from his
lovers, especially when they come from you. Continuing your
exploration, you move to his nipples, feel them getting harder
as you pinch them and a slight moan escapes from his lips. He
gently kisses you on your mouth, his tongue parting your lips
and rubbing against your teeth.
At his Master's back, Obi-Wan seems to be drawing complicated
figures using his fingertips, his mouth, and his tongue, and
Qui-Gon becomes both more relaxed and more aroused by the
minute, jumping slightly every time the younger man touches a
particularly sensitive spot.
You can feel the rising pleasure in both men; the Master's
cock is hard against your thigh and you hand reaches down for
it. Your nails gently run up and down the whole length of his
shaft, paying particular attention to it's tip, before grabbing
it firmly in your hand. Qui-Gon is still suppressing his
pleasure, but he let's you feel his increasing hardness and
arousal. Your hands cup his scrotum and a slow massage of cock
and balls elicits another shudder from your lover's body.
"Oh by the Gods, this is wonderful, you are wonderful," he
breathes, and you smile.
"I've had good teachers!" Your smile broadens as Qui-Gon
starts licking/nibbling your neck, the softness of the skin
there.
Obi-Wan's massage of his Master's back finally reaches his
lower back, and you hear him giving his Master a little slap
onto his ass, followed by a yelp from the older man. "Hey,
Padawan, you do that again and I..."
"And what? You'll not be able to control yourself any longer?"
Obi-Wan laughs seductively and gives Qui-Gon another slap onto
his behind. "I just want you to stop paying attention to her
and start giving me some attention, Master," he adds huskily,
his hands meeting yours on his Master's cock. By now Qui-Gon is
on the brink, you can feel waves of barely controlled pleasure
mercilessly rolling over him; you know he's biting his lip,
fighting off his climax.
Obi-Wan's body is pressing against his Master's insistently.
You don't need eyes to realize what he needs, and you stretch
out the arm that was under your head to reach onto the
headboard for the bottle of oil always kept there. From their
appreciative noises, you know they've seen it, and it is taken
from your hand with a caress.
Their minds still open to you; you are awash in different
sensations. You feel Qui-Gon's scratchy/soft beard on your neck
and nipples as he kisses you; you feel the velvety softness of
his rigid cock in your hand; you feel his pleasure at the
softness he feels under his lips as he kisses you; and feel the
slickness of an oiled finger, then two fingers, penetrating his
ass. You groan in unison, any resolve left fading away by the
minute.
"Master," Obi-Wan gasps, "please, let me fuck you!"
Obi-wan lets his fingers slowly slide in and out; he finds
Qui-Gon's prostate gland and massages it. The effect on his
Master is galvanizing, he aches his back, his hands clench the
sheets and you hear his hiss of indrawn breath in your ear. You
can feel Obi-Wan is now at the brink of coming, both men are,
and your hand increases the pressure and rhythm it exerts on
Qui-Gon's member.
//Yes, Padawan, please, NOW // It's almost like a roar
emanating from Master Jinn's mind, coinciding with a deep groan
of need from his throat, as he turns slightly more to his
stomach, bending his knee carefully over your thigh to give
Obi-Wan better access.
More than willing and ready, Obi-wan positions his cock in
front of Qui-Gon's opening and , at first slowly , then with
one hard, quick push enters his Master's body.
The feelings you get from both men's minds are extraordinary!
Qui-Gon vocalizes his pleasure at you, moaning from both from
the pain and from the exquisite pleasure of having his ass
filled with Obi-Wan's cock. Obi-wan moves in and out of
Qui-Gon, holding himself steady by grabbing the older man's
hips. His penetrations are rapidly getting faster, and deeper,
finding that burst of pleasure spot that makes his Master moan
and gasp. Qui-gon bucks back onto Obi-wan's rock-solid cock;
your hand on Qui-Gon's cock can feel his pre-come, and then -
both men explode at virtually the same time. Qui-Gon comes all
over your hand and thigh, shaking, gasping; you hear and feel
Obi-Wan doing the same. You stroke your Master's sweaty hair
back from his face, and pull strands of it from Obi-Wan's face
as he rests it on Qui-Gon's shoulder. You wish with all your
heart you could see their lovely, ecstatic faces at this moment
of bliss.
When it is all over, Qui-Gon lets himself roll to his side
again and Obi-Wan, still inside his Master, slings his arm
around his bedmates, sweetly caressing your lips with his
fingers.
"Thank you for sharing that with me," you whisper, giving both
of them a long sensuous kiss. All three of you are breathing
heavily still, and very near exhausted sleep. Before you drift
off, one last fleeting thought intrudes; "somebody really needs
to clean up this mess."
The bed shakes as Obi-Wan laughs
The next day dawns slowly for you, and you come to realize you
feel lousy. Well, not exactly lousy, but not as good as you'd
like. Normally an early, fairly enthusiastic riser, you
struggle now to wake as though fighting through a vat of warm
quark. The memories of last night linger over what you
remember from the morning; Obi-Wan's kiss and whispered goodbye
as he left for a long postponed appointment, Qui-Gon's tender
caress as he pulled the covers more over you after exiting the
bed. The long process of healing frustrates you beyond compare.
It all takes way too long, and logically, you know it
will take even longer. That doesn't help your mood, however.
Qui-Gon is nearby and senses your frustration. You feel his
warm, comforting presence as he comes into the room; by the
smell, he's prepared a tray to break your fast but in your
disgruntled state you don't feel very appreciative and that
just adds to your guilt. By the sound, you know he places the
tray on the bedside table, then by the feel, he sits next to
you, taking your hand.
"Dear heart, I sense your frustration," he says, and adds
hastily, "and I understand it, completely. Will you please just
trust us? And trust the healers. You will be fine - when
the time comes. We wouldn't have done what we did last night if
you hadn't already improved so much." He plants a kiss into the
palm of your hand; you can feel his smile and you can't help
but run your fingers through his luxurious, silky hair. No man
you ever knew has such fine hair.
You don't speak for the moment. You're wallowing in self-pity,
recriminations, guilt, you name it, it's there in your head and
it feels like it's ready to explode. You don't protest or help
when Qui-Gon gently helps you to a sitting position on the bed,
propped up against pillows and the headboard, and when he
places a slice of melon in your hand, you turn your head away.
"Qui-Gon, please don't, I'm not hungry." Why is he being so
nice, so gentle? You want to scream, to rail against the
universe that has put you into such a predicament.
A heavy sigh, not your own, then the melon slice is put
against your lips, which open despite yourself. As you chew,
your lover speaks, his voice not nearly so gentle.
"You are being ridiculous. You know that. All this self-pity
does nothing to help you. You must trust in the Force, and it
will see you through. We're not going anywhere; we love you."
You know this is true, but it doesn't help dispel your
bottled-up anxiety. You remain silent, trying to swallow the
melon over the lump in your throat. His hands grip your
shoulders, you find yourself gently but sternly shaken. "Are
you listening to me? This is not how to get well, love." You
detect a touch of great seriousness in his voice that at last
manages to penetrate your fog of misery. You have broken down
some of Qui-Gon's famous reserve and that both amuses and
appalls you. He picks up on that thought and snorts in
response. "Whatever it takes to get through to you," he
chuckles, giving your shoulders another little shake, "even if
I have to..." his voice trails away thoughtfully, with a
warning note you slowly pick up on.
You figure this has gone on long enough and you try to
apologize. "Qui-Gon, I'm sorry," you start, but yet another
little shake stops you cold.
"If you don't stop apologizing for something that is beyond
your control, I'm going to have to take steps," he interrupts,
and his voice has a note in it you don't quite recognize. Not
harsh, but definitely not gentle and soothing. Despite
yourself, you find your mouth twitching up in a small, wry
grin.
"Like what?" you ask, feelings of anguish again surging over
the little humor. "You wouldn't dare spank a sick woman..."
would he?
"Oh, wouldn't I?" he murmurs, entirely aware of your thought
processes as he suddenly drags you towards him, planting an
absolutely searing kiss on your lips. Your teeth grate together
and your nipples pop to attention and before you realize it,
you are face down across his lap, arms securely pinned at your
sides. He's only wearing his robe, and fuzzily you realize that
it couldn't be very late in the morning if he's not dressed
yet, but then all coherent thought is banished with a firm
smack on your butt!
It stings, and you yelp, but another swat, then another keeps
you from saying anything coherent. All thoughts of self-pity
are gone now, that's for sure!
A strangled "Qui-Gon!" brings the mild reply of "Yes?"
but nothing else, as his hand mercilessly continues its attack
on your buttocks. Slowly, the sting subsides into something
else, something that causes you to squirm on his lap as the
heat begins to spread from your rear to other, more excitable
parts of your body.
You feel, rather than hear, his suppressed chuckle, which is
also evident in his voice. "Stop wiggling, you! Don't you
understand this is a punishment? If I didn't know any better,
I'd swear you were enjoying it!"
The spanking stops, but the hand is not withdrawn. Instead, it
rests on and caresses the furnace of your skin. One finger,
then another, dips between the cheeks of your ass to feel you
and the wetness you suddenly realize is there. "By the Force,"
he says in mock amazement, "she is enjoying this!" Both
fingers work their way inside you, causing you to wiggle more
and buck against him.
"Qui-Gon!" You gasp again; this time, he pulls you up
to his chest, resting one hand under your butt while the other
arm cradles your shoulders. The skin of your ass is exquisitely
tender and arousing. He nuzzles your neck, his beard tickling
your skin, then kisses your lips.
It's hard to breathe for some reason, but you manage as your
arms snake around his neck. "You... are... an evil... man..."
you manage to gasp out, while enthusiastically kissing him
back.
"You wound me, my darling," he murmurs in reply. Before
anything else can happen, however, a loud rumbling from the
vicinity of your stomach interrupts and you both laugh. He
rocks you to his chest, hugging you tightly. You hug him back,
just as fiercely, and the tears you feel in your eyes this time
are not from anything else but love and joy. It may not be on
the list of approved therapy, but somehow your lover has
managed to dispel the anguish you had felt.
Still keeping tight hold of you, he says "I'm going to prepare
you your bath, which I get to give you this morning, finally.
My Padawan has had all the pleasure of that so far and I think
it is clearly my turn today. In the meantime, you should
eat." Without effort he stands, still holding you, then gently
sets you down on the side of the bed. "The tray is just to your
left; juice is at two o'clock and warm tea at ten o'clock. The
plate in the middle has fruit on the left and your favorite
muffins on the right."
You smile gratefully now, and reach for the juice as he turns
to leave. "Hurry now, while I run your bath."
"If I'm late, will you spank me again?" you ask teasingly with
a broad grin, and are rewarded with that warm laugh as he moves
to the bathing room.
You are done with your breakfast nearly at the same time the
large tub fills. You don't need eyes to make your way to the
'fresher any more so you move with some assurance down the
hall. Qui-Gon greets you - he was probably trimming his beard,
you know his morning routine almost as well as your own - and
hands you your toothbrush.
"Do you have any idea how hard it is to brush your teeth when
you can't see?" you complain, lightheartedly now, and he
chuckles as he turns to stop the water running into the big
tub.
His large hands and arms encircle your waist as you finish
brushing your teeth, and you rest your head back against his
shoulder, comfortably. "You know, I REALLY don't feel very good
about bathing alone," you tease, "I could very well slip, you
know."
His arms tighten and you feel his smile. You turn in his arms.
"Care to join me?" you ask softly, gently pushing his robe from
his shoulders.
"Since I have no intention of allowing you to come to any
harm," he rumbles, kissing your forehead above the blindfold,
"I had better make sure you are properly situated in the bath!"
He climbs in first, then helps you climb in. Shortly, you are
in your favorite position, sitting between his legs, your back
nestled up to his chest, and his arms around you. The water is
just right, hot and relaxing, and just over your breasts.
Qui-Gon has added a bit of your favorite bath oil to it as
well, and the fragrance is heady. Although you feel as though
you could stay in this position forever, you do realize you are
here to get clean. However, there's a growing hardness against
your lower back makes you wonder if you'd rather just get dirty
again.
One arm detaches itself from your waist and a cloth, covered
in fragrant soap, begins gliding over your skin. You lean your
head back into his broad chest and let him massage your body;
who cares if he spends more time on certain parts than others?
His touch, as always, is gentle and erotic, comforting and
arousing. By the time he's soaping your back and upper thighs
your breath is ragged and your need for him - as well as his
need for you - is overwhelming.
You lean back against him, rubbing the slick soap from your
back to his chest, and he rinses the two of you with handfuls
of water before nuzzling your ear. "Love?" you whisper. He
murmurs your name in reply, tonguing your ear sensuously.
"Please, Qui-Gon, fuck me..."
"Yesss..." Gently your now trembling body is moved to
the side of the tub, where his arms lift yours. You cradle your
head on your arms, feeling him take up a position on his knees
behind you. The water buoys you as he gently lifts and parts
your legs; his hardness is at your entrance and with one smooth
move he's buried himself in your wetness.
Joined together, you revel in the feel of him, pressed against
your back. His arms wrap around you, one soapy, oily hand
teases a nipple while the other massages your clitoris. His
thick penis is buried in you, and he slowly starts thrusting,
taking the tortuously slow pace that you know he prefers but
that drives you insane. His nose and mouth continue to nuzzle
your cheek and ear.
Even had you been able to see, your eyes would have been
closed for this. The sensation is incredible. Your world has
narrowed down to the two of you, to his cock metronomically
moving in and out of your cunt, his fingers pushing every
button you have. "Talk to me," he whispers after a while, never
pausing in his steady thrusting.
Well, that's difficult, you think, but you try to form actual
words through your gasping breath. "Gods, yes, Love, that's,
ohhhh..." A shuddering breath at a particularly deep thrust,
then you try again. "Qui... I love the feel of you inside me...
oh, please, yes...feels sooo good..."
His breath is not very steady either. "I love to be inside of
you, you're so tight..."
"I love feeling you inside me... I must be the luckiest woman
in the galaxy..."
"Then I'm - we're - the luckiest men... Gods, oh, Gods, I feel
you... so hot, so wet..."
"I'm close, I'm so close... harder, more, please... yes
more, Qui I'm coming..."
"Let go...yes, I've got you...oh, Force, yes..."
You're coming now, the slow waves building and cresting and
you know your vagina is clenching. You start to whine and keen,
all coherent thought gone, your hands are gripping the sides of
the tub as spasms rock your body. His steady pace increases,
only sending you on higher waves of pleasure. Through the thick
fog of lust you hear him start to chant your name, the pitch of
his voice higher and higher until he nearly screams and you
feel him come, deep within you. His thrusting has become hard
and wild, his forehead is pressed to the back of your neck and
his own spasms rock his body.
Slowly, the waves of orgasm recede from the two of you. Your
breathing slows, evens out, and your bodies relax against one
another in the rapidly cooling water. When his softening penis
slips from your body you feel a shock keen as pain, but his
arms, holding you tightly, reassure you. "Only that small bit
of pride, dearest; you'll never lose me," he rumbles, kissing
your cheek. His sigh of contentment echoes yours. "Have I told
you lately," he asks, "how much I love you?"
You smile, and realize the lump in your throat has nothing to
do with anguish or self-pity. "No," you respond, "but you can
tell me again if you want."
His smile feels good against your neck. "I love you,
mistress-mine."
"I love you too, Master Jinn."
Later that morning you actually have the blindfold removed.
The healer, who has come to you, slowly unwinds the bandage and
removes the pads from your eyes. The room is very dark, at her
direction, but even the dimmest light makes your eyes blink and
water. With a special light, she looks deep into your eyes and
pronounces them mostly healed.
Strange, you think, to be able to see again. To see your boys,
their faces, their openly worn joy of seeing you able to see
again. Each one of them gives you a kiss, and you, too, rejoice
at this moment. The healer, it turns out, is not a draigon
after all; just a slight, middle-aged human female who appears
to be pleased at your progress. Amazing.
"Welcome back to the maddening world of colors and light!"
chortles Obi-wan, clearly delighted.
Qui-Gon's reaction is more subdued, but a smile on his face
threatens to turn into a grin. You realize the healer is
talking to you, and reluctantly you take your eyes off the
boys.
She hands you some odd, wrap-around glasses with deep, smoky
lenses. "These must be worn anytime you leave your quarters,"
she says firmly. "While in your quarters, the lighting must be
no more than 30%. Tomorrow, you may go to 45%, and the next day
60%, and so forth. At any time if the lighting appears to be
too intense, cycle it down. Do you understand?"
You nod. "Good," she smiles at you. "As long as you are
careful, in another week to ten days you should have your
vision back completely. No reading! Not for a few days. The
strain would be too much. That goes for close piece work as
well."
With that, she packs up her gear and leaves, bestowing
benevolent smiles all around. She's clearly happy at your
progress, and you wonder that you ever thought of her as cruel.
"How's your vision?" asks Qui-Gon, sitting next to you on the
sofa.
"Still a bit blurry, but what nicer sight could one wish for
than the two of you guys!" your happiness bubbles over and you
laugh. "I must have been VERY difficult to live with!"
Obi-Wan grins at you - that maddening, delightful grin you
remember so well - and says "Yes, but it was worth it."
You reach out and smack his arm, but then hug him fiercely,
both of them, as all three of you laugh in delight.
"I hate to do this," Qui-Gon rumbles in your ear, "but we have
to be off to a meeting with Master Mundi now. You won't be
bored?"
"Bored?? How could I be bored when I can see again?"
You know what a meeting with Master Mundi entails: long
discussions over the most minute of details. He's a nit-picker,
and you know you won't be seeing the boys again until dinner or
later. "I think I'll actually take a walk and reacquaint myself
with the Temple. I can't wait to go outside again!"
"Well, be sure to follow the healer's directions, then,"
Qui-Gon cautions. "And by the way, I had very good treatise on
"Intergalactic Food Fight Protocol" for you to read, but since
it's not on tape I guess you can't. Ah, well, that's all right,
tonight we shall discuss the finer points of this art and read
you the salient paragraphs."
Master Jinn seems to be joking, but you know him well enough
to fully expect him and Obi-Wan to engage you into a serious
discussion of the subject once they come back. You shake your
head in amazement. "Food fights?"
Obi-Wan grins. "Food fights."
You laugh again. "Yes, Master Jinn, I will be pleased to
devote this evening to the study this very interesting topic.
Food fights."
Both smile at you, and Obi-Wan, with all that boyish charm
that makes him so irresistible to you, adds "We shall
have lots of fun with this subject tonight!"
With a broad grin he turns towards the door, and before
leaving Qui-Gon once more asks if you'll be all right. "I'll be
fine! Enough already, OUT! Shoo!" Your statement is immediately
followed by a pair of soft slippers flying through the air in
their direction. At last your two "handmaidens" are off to
their appointment.
Alone, at last! For a few hours at least. Bemused, you dress
and fix yourself a cup of tea, then decide you can't stand the
confines of your quarters any longer. You need to get
out, and so you grab your tunic and boots and go out to explore
the Temple grounds after carefully adjusting the smoky glasses.
As you enter the courtyard the busy routine of everyday Temple
life reveals itself to you. Several groups of young Jedi
students, not quite ready to become Padawans, are sitting
around their teachers in the grass, paying attention to every
word and demonstration. Lessons are often so much easier to
learn when taught in a pleasant, stimulating environment.
Masters and their Padawans, the latter easy to recognize by
their thin braid of hair gracing their shoulders, are scurrying
back and forth throughout the expanse of the grounds, being
either on their way to, or on their journey home from, a
meeting, a recent mission, or a training bout with the light
saber.
Qui-Gon once gave you a few lessons in how to wield that
elegant weapon of a Jedi, an exercise that the two of you
enjoyed immensely, and indeed you were becoming quite good at
handling the saber. However, Qui-Gon's action was met with
strong disapproval by members of the Council. To teach someone
who had only the slightest connection with the Force in this
ancient, and at times deadly, art was highly against the Code.
/Screw the council, screw the Code - screw a Jedi!/ You grin
inwardly, very nicely put! That was all you had to say about
that, and Qui-Gon you know has no problem concurring with you.
The morning sun climbs high into the sky as you wander around
the Temple grounds, taking in every little detail which are
familiar, yet somehow new again. You do find yourself sticking
to the shady areas, realizing that your eyes, even with the
dark glasses, are not comfortable out in the bright sunlight,
no matter how good it feels. Suddenly a familiar voice stops
you in your tracks.
"Hello, good to see you out and about at last! I see your eyes
have improved as well as the rest of your body."
Master Windu's warm voice washes over you. His presence always
makes you shiver slightly. He is a formidable man, both in
physique and mind, and you have yet to encounter a being who
would not be in awe of him.
"Yes sir," you smile up at him, "and it feels very good
to be in the sun again."
"I'm glad. The council was quite dismayed at the hurt you
took, and proud too, if I may be so bold. You are an asset to
the Temple, Master Pilot, and we would have hated to lose you."
You cannot help but smile broadly as you bask in his praise.
"Which reminds me. The "boys" are taking good care of
you?" The question makes you cringe a bit, as it indicates
Master Windu's obvious knowledge of your nightly dealings with
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, and you wonder with a bit of embarrassment
just what they might have said!
Master Windu actually seems a bit abashed at your
embarrassment. "Ah, actually, it is not that difficult
to sense your little "healing sessions" with Master Jinn and
his Padawan through the Force."
You blush instantly which elicits a broad smile from the Jedi
Master. With a slight bow of your head you answer his question.
"Yes, Master, I am well taken care of!"
Before Master Windu leaves, he pulls something out of a pocket
of his robe. A small, yellowish, tear-drop shaped flask.
"Here, take this with you," he says, handing it to you. "I had
intended to give it to Master Qui-Gon for your 'therapy', but
since I have you here right now, why not let you give it to
him. He'll know how to use it's contents to it's full
potential!" With a whimsical smile he hands you the vial and
leaves. Amazed, you stare at the vial, wondering what magic
this little trinket may hold.
Having ventured out throughout the Temple for more than three
hours you finally decide to go back to your quarters to wait
for your home care experts. At home you curl cozily up on the
couch and it's not too long before your body, unaccustomed to
such activity, urges you to nap, and you do.
Obi-Wan is the first to come home, and it's the smell of food
that wakes you along with his kiss. Still a bit disoriented
from your nap, it takes you a moment to remember how good it
feels to be able to see again.
He's sitting next to you on the sofa, leaning against your
hip, one arm thrown over the back of the sofa and the other
caressing your face. You reach up one hand to trace his smile;
his cheek nuzzles you and he kisses your fingers.
"Hungry?" he asks, that wicked grin adding layers of meaning
to his word.
"Yes," you respond, grinning in return, "and I could even eat
some food."
His eyes are filled with lust now, and he starts kissing and
nibbling his way up your arm. "I understand my master
bathed you this morning, hmmm?"
His mouth has just about made it to your neck, so you tilt
your head a bit to give him better access. "I'm surprised you
picked up on that..."
"Ah, not from Qui-Gon, lover, but your shields are virtually
nonexistent..."
Your eyes abruptly focus on his, and your feelings are
teetering between being intensely amused and appalled. "Oh, no,
you felt...?"
His own eyes are dancing with amusement, but his expression is
stern. "Very well, indeed. I found it most difficult to
concentrate on Master Billaba's lecture."
"Oh, no, not Master, Billaba..." it is becoming increasingly
hard to keep from laughing, and you finally give in to the
impulse. It doesn't take long for him to join you, but you both
stop after just a couple of whoops and settle down into a long,
wet, hot kiss. His insistent tongue demands entry to your
mouth, then does battle with yours.
Obi-Wan stretches out next to you on the sofa. His hands are
everywhere at once, as are yours. While peeling off layers of
clothes from each other, you remember to ask, "Where is the
Master, anyway?"
"Still with Master Mundi," he answers, as his mouth closes
about your left teat, sucking your nipple to erection and you
gasp, tangling your hands in his hair. "Let's see if we can't
disturb him as much as you two did me..."
"Now, that sounds like fun," you murmur, shucking off
your underwear, and pulling his off to free his very erect
cock. With a deft movement, his mouth never leaving your right
teat this time, Obi-Wan flips you and maneuvers you over him.
You stretch out; your thighs tightly grasp his hardness and his
mouth is back on yours, nibbling, licking, biting. His hands
are kneading your back, yours are buried in his hair.
Then his hands wander down your back to your ass and wedge
themselves between your cheeks to lift and separate your legs.
You smile against his mouth and with your hands on his
shoulders, you push yourself up until you are straddling his
hips. His erection rubs delightfully against your sopping cunt,
and you reach between the two of you to grasp it. He closes his
eyes and moans, and you find the look on his face
excruciatingly erotic. You begin to stroke him, squeezing
gently and rubbing that sensitive part just under the head you
know drives him crazy. He groans again and arches his back and
you decide you want more than just to feel him.
You scootch down his legs and bend your head to his erection,
licking it from base to crown. It smells of him and a little of
you, and tastes wonderful. You look up and see his lust filled
eyes staring at you; keeping his eyes trained on you, you
sloooowly descend and engulf his cock as deep as you can take
it, raking your teeth gently along it's impressive length. His
gasps are quite gratifying as you proceed to milk his cock with
your mouth and tongue.
You can sense he's getting close, and before you can think, he
has grabbed you, lifted you and impaled you on his hardness.
You're not willing to close your eyes now, after such a long
enforced blindness, so you watch his face as you begin to ride
him, hard. Using your knees, you lift yourself up so he's
almost all the way out, then sit back down again. His eyes are
rolled back in his head, his hands on your hips urge you to
more speed, more depth. There's a sheen of sweat on his upper
lip, his forehead, and on his chest. You lean forward to lick
the salty fluid from his lip and he groans.
"Oh, gods, you're killing me..." he moans, as you continue
your punishing pace.
It feels so good and you're not willing to slow down.
"Wait, Obi, not yet..."
The sweat is on you now, dripping between your breasts to fall
to his stomach. You lean forward again to his mouth, and he
claims your lips in an agonizing kiss. "Please..." he whispers
into your mouth.
"Wait..." you gasp back, increasing your pace. Then you
feel the tightness and you break the kiss with a sharp
"now..."
The shout that rips from his throat is not so much loud as
intense; if your head hadn't been thrown back in the throes of
your own orgasm, you might have been screaming. You collapse on
him slowly and his arms enfold you, caressing you from your
head down to your butt.
"Thank you, my heart," you murmur into his sweaty chest.
"The pleasure was all mine," he manages to rasp out. "I just
hope we didn't disturb the Master too much..."
Giggles tear through the two of you at the picture. "He's
gonna kill us, you realize," you say, between chortles.
"We can only hope so," Obi-Wan answers fervently. "How about
some dinner?"
When he returns at last, Qui-Gon is carrying a small brown bag
and you wonder what it might contain. You and Obi-Wan have not
bothered to dress, and are sitting in lotus at the low cocktail
table in front of the sofa, eating and feeding each other
finger foods.
"You look spent, you poor dear," you say, climbing to your
feet. "Let me get you some tea. Did you eat with Master Mundi?"
Qui-Gon nods shortly, moving to the bedroom to disrobe. You
and Obi-Wan can tell that he's still tense from the long
meeting, and so wait until he returns to speak again. You hand
him his hot tea, and kiss him lingeringly. A deep sigh releases
pent-up tension and, after kissing his Padawan, he sits at the
table with you.
At that point, you remember the flask and with a quizzical
look hand it over to Qui-Gon. "Qui, this comes from Master
Windu. With his warmest regards! He said you would know exactly
what to do with it."
Master Jinn takes the flask and you're glad to see a knowing
smile dance over his lips. "Ah yes, we haven't introduced you
to this yet, have we?" The two men exchange mischievous
smiles and Qui-Gon leans over to you until his lips touch yours
again, urgently, with a sudden desire he is sharing with you in
his mind. You feel warmth and a burning fire running through
your body, a very pleasant feeling indeed and you're wondering
even more what secret that vial may hold.
He breaks the kiss, and with a glance to Obi-Wan he simply
says "I think you could work a bit on your mental shields,
Padawan."
Obi-Wan has the grace to look a bit abashed, then grins. "Tit
for tat, Master."
Qui-Gon laughs out loud, dispelling the last traces of tension
from his eyes, and takes a long sip of tea. You and Obi-Wan
trade smiles, happy now that the Master is. Obi-Wan moves the
table aside, careful not to spill anything and moves closer to
you. You kneel down in front of him, your hands reach for his
broad shoulders which you brush with light sweeps of your
hands. He moves his head closer to yours and his lips meet with
and part yours, his tongue almost tentatively tasting the lush
warmth of your mouth.
"Obi-Wan, hand me the vial if you will," Qui-Gon says,
breaking your kiss. "Let's see if we can start our little love
bird off properly." The younger Jedi complies with his Master's
request and his eyes catch yours as you start to turn to
Qui-Gon.
"No, no, no, darling, look at me! Never mind that old satyr
behind you!" Obi-Wan laughs and starts kissing and biting your
neck. You notice he's already mostly hard again, and smile over
the energy of youth.
You hear Qui-Gon opening the vial, and the anticipation of
what might be in store for you is starting to get your
excitement rising. Very soon his damp fingers are on your
breasts, and when he massages your already erect nipples you
gasp at the sensation caused by the mysterious fluid. It's like
an electric shock, the sudden onset of heat around the tips of
your breasts. A searing warmth that only gets stronger the
longer Qui-Gon massages it into the rosy skin surrounding your
nipples.
"Oh Gods, what is that stuff, Qui?" Your voice has taken on a
much more raspy tone in a sheer matter of seconds.
"It's called Epala oil. It enhances the blood flow to
the body part it is applied to, and certain parts will
be quite stimulated by it."
You sure believe Qui-Gon's simple explanation and you relish
in his manipulation of you breasts. He now slowly moves your
upper body until your head and shoulders are lying across his
thighs. You feel his cock pushing up against the side of your
head, and looking up you almost drown in the Master's blue-gray
eyes. He keeps massaging your nipples while bending his chest
to reach your mouth with his. Demanding entrance at once he
pushes his tongue hard against you teeth and compliantly your
mouth embraces it.
Obi-Wan has helped you change from your kneeling position to
lie straight on your back, legs stretched out so they reach his
still kneeling figure. Qui-Gon is still working his magic on
your tits and nipples, and prolonging the wild, passionate kiss
of his.
"Master, the vial please!" Qui-Gon hands the epala oil
over to his student. Your head being cradled in the Master's
lap, you cannot see what Obi-Wan is up to, you only see
Qui-Gon's eyes and you just want to get lost in them.
Obi caresses your legs and thighs, bestowing little kisses and
nips up and down the length of them. After several minutes he
gently spreads your legs - Qui-Gon helps by using one hand to
support your upper thigh - and his fingers start drawing
circles around your clit without yet touching that straining
piece of flesh. He spreads your lips with one finger, then two,
and with the other hand dips a finger into the potion from the
vial.
He lets a little drop of the oil touch your clitoris and you
go almost crazy with the unexpected sensation the potion
produces on that most sensitive area of your body. It's burning
hot as hell, freezing cold as Hoth, the stimulation more fierce
than anything you've ever felt before. The fire lasts for over
a minute and it drives you mad, your wetness starts pouring
through your vulva, to be eagerly lapped up by Obi-Wan. Between
his tongue reaching as far inside you as is possible and the
overwhelming sensation of the epala oil, you almost
come, and you start keening.
Through your mind link with them both Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon
share in your pleasure, and hold you back just on the brink. As
the waves recede, your head turns to take in Qui's hard cock
into your mouth. Your rough licks and caresses with your tongue
drive him higher and higher, his breathing becomes faster, more
irregular while he maintains his grip your shoulders.
If that wasn't enough, the young Padawan has much more than
that in mind for you. Opening the brown bag brought home by
Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan looks questioningly at his Master.
"Shall I start her out slowly or do we want a more dramatic
approach for our little food experiment?" You don't yet
understand the meaning of his inquiry, but you know you will
find out all about it very soon.
"I think for her first time we should be gentle with her.
Let's prepare her the long way." Qui-Gon's eyes glisten with
passion and sheer lewdness, now you're in for something!
You can't really see what Obi-Wan has taken out of the bag,
but when he starts to run it alongside your foot and your calf,
rolling it over your thighs and your lower stomach, you at
least gather that it is shaped somewhat like a long, yet
relatively thin carrot-like object. It's touch is neither hot
nor cold, and you discern it to be made of some sort of organic
material. You can feel little projections resembling stiff, yet
flexible hair covering it.
Eventually Obi-Wan takes the object and hands it over to
Qui-Gon, who now begins a little lecture for you dealing with
the object in his hand.
"This is a Makea root, which is often the cause for wild food
battles amongst the Huuka tribe of Bethawhi. Had you been able
to read the text I referred you to earlier, you would have been
able to tell me for what other occasion is this root often used
by these people."
Of course; the tract on food fights. It really seems like kind
of a silly subject to discuss now! "Qui, I don't know, I don't
care. What are you doing to me here?"
"Well, since our patient couldn't do her reading assignment,
let us demonstrate, then."
Qui-Gon takes the root into his mouth and starts to mimic your
mouth's action on his cock. He is keeping tight control over
his pleasure, though the heat is rising in him as well as in
Obi-Wan and yourself.
When the entire length of the root is wetted by Qui-Gon's
saliva, he hands it back to Obi-Wan and gives him a short nod
to proceed. You feel Obi taking his fingers to open your cunt
and then slowly proceeding to insert the vegetable inside you.
The feelings are quite fantastic! You let out a slow moan and
your hips start to push wantingly against the intruding object.
Obi-Wan thrusts it inside you with slow in-and-out motions,
until you are filled with it's whole length. The little hairs
on the outside of the root brush against the outside of your
vagina with a most ticklish feeling. Not that it is unpleasant
to you, it only takes you a quick moment to process the new
sensation and find it wakening a new pleasure horizon inside
your brain.
After a few minutes of fucking you with that thing, Obi-Wan at
last retrieves it from your wetness, and for the moment your
breathing calms down a little. With great anticipation you
await the second act!
Obi-Wan checks the brown bag again and draws out a much
larger, phallus-shaped fruit or vegetable. It' is curved
slightly upwards, not very unlike the erect cocks of your two
boys you are so familiar with. Again he hands the green-red
striped food article over to his Master, and you know there
will be a short lecture pertaining to it. Everything is well
orchestrated to prolong that sweet, tingling, tense plateau of
anticipation that precedes the final climax in each one of you.
"This is called the Kobu fruit used as a spice on Tennel IV. A
very hot spice indeed! Wars are fought over the possession of
individual Kobu trees. The juices contained in the skin, if
released from it, can be very painful for sensitive mucus
membranes like the lining of the mouth or female genitalia. It
sometimes is used as a means of sexual torture. However, if
administered carefully ...". Qui now looks with enormous
delight into your eyes, and proceeds to break the skin of the
fruit lengthwise with his nails. A fragrant, greenish, thick
fluid starts forming at the cuts he places all around the
length of the fruit. Qui-Gon's hands make sure the whole fruit
eventually is covered by a very thin layer of that ooze and he
hands the so prepared object back to Obi-Wan again.
"Be careful, don't overdo it with this one," he warns his
apprentice, and your eyes betray the slight sense of panic
that's now building up in you.
"Don't worry, love, just relax and enjoy the sensation!"
You absolutely trust Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan and you again relax
to give yourself over to whatever sensation is coming your way.
All the while Qui-Gon gave you his lecture, Obi-Wan had been
busy keeping your arousal at a point just a bit short of
climaxing. His mouth had wandered up and down the inside of
your thighs, your calves, your toes. He returned to your
wetness and lazily stroked your by now swollen red vulva with
his tongue, careful not to get you too much more excited at
this point. Now he stops his caresses and carefully takes the
large fruit from his Master's hands.
"Open wide!", he laughs and carefully inserts the green-red
dildo into your cunt. It takes only a second or two before the
effect of the fruit's juices to make their impact on the lining
of your vagina. At first it only tingles, but then, from one
moment to the next, the tingling turns to burning, turns to an
ice-cold sensation and back again. You shiver, your hips rock,
and Obi keeps pushing the Kobu deeper and deeper inside you
while spreading some of the juice onto your swollen clit.
"AAAAHHHH, QUI, OBI, yes, deeper Obi-WAN!" Every synapse - as
well as your voice - screaming, your senses are flooded with
the icy-hot , burning sensation of the object inside you. At
the same time the curvature of it is scraping against your
G-spot and calling forth yet another type of pleasure into your
and your boy's brains.
The fruit is tortuously large, and you are stretched to the
extreme, filling you up to the brim. Obi-Wan doesn't stop, he
maintains his rhythm with the fruit and with his fingers on
that pleasure center. You start to almost buck like a horse,
Qui-Gon's member no longer in your mouth for fear you'll might
bite down on it in your coming; which you are, repeatedly,
frantically.
Master Jinn has gently laid your head onto a pillow, and
placed another beneath your hips (how, you're not sure,
probably using the force but at this moment, you don't
particularly care). He has moved himself to be right behind his
Padawan. You moan loudly and grab Obi's shoulders to move him
onto of you. He gently pulls out the pleasuring object from
inside you, and you feel strangely empty.
"Obi-Wan, I need you in me NOW!"
"Ah, calmly love, are we getting impatient here?", Obi-Wan
takes the end of his Padawan braid and starts to brush its
frayed end over your very erect and almost sore nipples. The
soft touch of hair tickles them and that only makes your
excitement and hunger for him worse. He expresses his lust and
pleasure by biting into your neck, biting your lips till they
almost bleed, biting his own lips. You look over his back and
see Qui-Gon preparing his Padawan to be taken by him. Through
their mind link to you they let you partake in the images and
sensations they are experiencing at this moment.
Strong hands massage Obi-Wan's back while the younger Jedi is
still tormenting your lips. You can feel his arousal fast
approaching the point of no return as Qui-Gon takes some of the
epala oil, coats two of his fingers and carefully
inserts them into the opening to Obi-Wan's body. You feel the
same hot, fiery burning sensation that your clit felt, only now
it is Obi's ass on fire! He bites his teeth together, a muffled
scream escaping his mouth while his Master thrusts his fingers
hard into the younger man.
Obi's erection keeps slapping against your wetness, but he
still isn't entering you. You look at him with desperate,
pleading eyes, while his mind projects the same towards his
Master.
"Master, please! I NEED you, dammit!"
Qui-Gon at last is ready and squeezes several drops of the
Kobu juice onto his cock and coats the entire length, and
especially it's tip, with it. He is almost blown away by the
sensation! Icy-hot-icy, burning, stinging, pleasuring. He pulls
Obi-Wan's legs apart with a quick motion and as he positions
his cock at the entrance to his tight ass, Obi-Wan, too, is now
entering you with full force! His cock stretches you beyond
belief, more so even that that fruit he had pleasured you with.
In turn you can feel the searing sensation when Qui's slick
cock almost violently pushed into his Padawan, his hardness
distributing it's fiery coating to the inside of the young
man's rectum. Now all of you are on fire and there is no
turning back.
The three of you let the Force guide you in the rhythm of your
thrusts in one another. You are one mind, one body, united by
the Force and a feeling of unspeakable bliss, about to be
consummated by sheer, unbridled lust.
You look Obi in the eyes as he now let's you see his two gray
windows to his soul. The juice on Qui-Gon's member does it's
work on Obi's delicate lining and he starts to roll his eyes
back in pleasure shuddering at the sensation.
You know this orgasm will be a killer, and it has become way
to difficult to hold it back. As the muscles of your vagina and
your clit start to contract involuntarily, milking Obi-Wan's
cock, it triggers his and also Qui-Gon's release. It is good
that your quarters are a little bit away from the students
dorms and the other Jedi's accommodations, because the sound of
the three of you screaming pleasure at the stars could easily
make the eardrum of any innocent bystander pop in an instant!
The moment seems to last forever. All three of you
experiencing orgasms, feeding the others, bringing each other
to new heights, and you know you pass out briefly as the
pinnacle passes you.
Finally, the three of you collapse onto the soft, abused
carpeting of the floor. You behold the almost angelic faces of
your two lovers, so very glad that at last you're able to see
the content lines of sexual afterglow written all over them.
You gently brush your hand along Obi's cheek, feeling his salty
sweat on his face and his body. Qui has moved and is lying next
to you now, kissing your face and then leaning into the gentle
exhausted kiss of his Padawan. You can feel their sweat on you
and your sweat on them, the mutual exchange of body fluids not
being limited to the obvious.
A smile is forming on the Master's face, a smile you had
missed seeing for such a long time. "I think my tea may be a
bit cold by now. But I am certain we were warm enough even
without it."
Both Obi-Wan and you start to chuckle at this. You reach out
one arm to snuggle Qui-Gon to your shoulder, Obi-Wan lets his
head fall to your other shoulder. He is still inside you, but
you know that won't be for much longer.
The contented afterglow lingers for a time, but bodily
necessity finally interferes. Regretfully, you are the first
one who is up and on your feet.
"Gentlemen, I don't know about you, but this poor "abused"
body desperately needs a long shower!" You laugh and lovingly
look at your boys' beautiful bodies, now all flaccid, and you
wonder when they will be ready for another saber fight with
you.
"Care to join me?" you tease, and with an inviting glance at
them you leave for the shower.
"Master," asks Obi-Wan, "I think you neglected some of my
training." You can hear the abused whine in his voice, and you
chuckle.
"No, Padawan," Qui-Gon rumbles back, "That is something best
learned by experience." You know they are both grinning as they
get up to follow behind you, knowing that this time it will be
you teaching them a lesson!
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