Betting Man

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His hands are large and warm as they grip at your hips. He grasps you back into his body, and lets the music lead his gyrations. All you feel is his hardness, his bulging thighs, and his stomach occasionally coming into contact with yours. The heat in the dance joint is high, and your clothes stick to your skin, his skin...everywhere.

Just a simple mission, was what your Master had said. Two weeks was all the time it would take. Just go with Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi and attend the gambling establishments with them. Be keen and find the assassins as they hide in the dark. Appear to be a working girl. Dress the part; act the part...get information.

What she had not told you was that you would be spending every night either plastered to Qui-Gon's side at a gambling table, or up against the God's body of Obi-Wan on the dance floor.

In your opinion, not even Yoda would have the will power not to be affected by it.

Take right this moment for instance..

Obi-Wan's tightly clothed thigh is between yours. His strong and lean arms are wrapped around your waist, cupping your buttocks in his hands. Your short skirt rids high on your thighs, and your legs are astride his. Another rift of music sounds and you are pressed against his chest.his sweaty, barely clothed chest. His short hair, spiked, is loose from the moisture of sweat. His braid slaps against you as he holds you to receive his thrusting thighs and pelvis. You sling your arms over his shoulders, moving your hips in time with the music and he bends you backward toward the floor.

"Excellent." he breathes, as he latches on to bring you back upright. "You have been practicing."

"Obi-Wan.." You warn, quietly talking in his ear. You do, after all, have to make this look right.

He answers you by holding you still and very tightly in total contact with his body. You meet his eyes in the smoky interior. Green fire. strong chest.bulging powerful thighs.and the moves to show it all off. Gods.you swear your Master is punishing you. How can you do this and not want.?

"So they have been teaching the newest dances moves at the Temple, I gather," his rich accented voice rumbles in your ear. You can hear his smile. You return it, in what you hope is a flirtatious manner, choosing to slide your hands over his shoulders and down his chest, toying with his braid.

"They have been teaching the moves right alongside sex training." you whisper back. You are rewarded with an intake of breath, and a clenching of his hand on your hips. Take that, Obi-Wan Kenobi, you think. See if I will allow you to flirt like this without retaliation. Besides, you think, he has too much of an attitude. True you are grounded at the Temple more than he is, but does that give him the right to be condescending?

A rich laugh flows over your ears as he moves you against his pelvis. You can feel the beginnings of an erection through his loose pants and your eyes go wide. His laugh is low in the noise surrounding you. As the final rift of music sounds, he says: "I'm glad they have finally decided to teach useful things."

In the silence that follows the music, you push away from his chest a little to take a deep breath. Your legs move away from his, and you feel almost naked without their warmth between your legs. His hands guide your hips as you walk towards the gambling tables. You have to stop for people in front of you and he comes into contact with the back of your body. The length of him feels hot like licking flames and his hand slide around to protectively cradle your body. He appears lean and slight of build, but you know, after spending nights up against him like this, that his body is pure muscle.

You see out of the corner of your eye, a man in dark leather, and a hat drawn over his eyes. He is eyeing Qui-Gon who is seated at a table with suspicious eyes. Trouble is brewing.

Obi-Wan follows your eyes and gives a curt nod. "We had better make Qui-Gon look inconspicuous.we still have to make our contact."

You nod, feeling Obi-Wan's hand drift dangerously low on your waist. His hands remain flirtatious, but his voice ever so serious. How he can accomplish this is beyond your ability to fathom. You are wet simply from having his body crushed against yours, from being astride his thigh. And your knees are slightly weak.

You are going to have to do extra meditation tonight.

You push away from Obi-Wan playfully, and approach Qui-Gon. His head is slightly inclined to gaze at his cards. The light from the table hits his eyes in such a way that they appear turbulent blue, like a dangerous cat or hunting bird. His long brown hair falls over his shoulder. The usual tie is absent from his hair and it flows freely. His long fingers are holding a glass of brew of some sort and his back is resting comfortably against the chair. But no amount of lounging can change the size of his body.large and muscular.

As rehearsed before, you step to behind the chair and lean over, running your hands down the Jedi Master's chest. His rumble of pleasure is low, and he raises a hand to stroke at your arm. When he turns to you, his breath is tinged with the heady smell of wine. "Return from your dance, flower?"

"Yes.." you breathe into his shoulder, as you lower your chin to the curve of his neck and shoulder. Both of your hands are playing around in the opening of his shirt, just lightly skimming the muscle there. So warm.It is like caressing a mountain of muscle. "Ben was an incredible dancer as usual."

Being next to the Master is as much a temptation as being next to the Padawan.Gods help you.

Qui-Gon turns his head to acknowledge Obi-Wan. His nod is curt, but his voice friendly. "Thank you, Kenobi. I appreciate you taking her out to dance.I am otherwise detained here."

A warning growl sounds from across the table, and you level your eyes at the man that Qui-Gon is playing against. He is a large man as well.you guess that he and Qui-Gon are from the same home planet. His hair is shorn short and uneven, and on his shoulder is a girl much like you. She holds herself differently than you do.more at ease. Wearing these clothes.these tight shirt and short skirt, heels..this is not what you are used to.

Obi-Wan's hands fall back on your hips and he goes to lead you away. Qui-Gon lifts your hand to his lips kissing there gently. You are suppose to be his woman after all, Obi-Wan is simply the friend that keeps you happily entertained while Qui-Gon attends to `business'. This is your mission..be available to serve as a cover: a kept woman.

"Make your woman stay, Jinn," the man grumbles out, his hands wrapping around his woman's arms. "I have a change in game in mind.and the women will need to be a part of it."

Qui-Gon's hand tightens on yours and you can feel the calluses and the creases of the warm long fingers. He pulls you back, until you are standing right behind his shoulder again. You can feel the heat from Obi- Wan as he comes to stand right behind you. The Master's voice is low and casual as he answers the man. "Oh.and what is the change you suggest.? And the women.what would they have to do with one of our card games, friend?"

"A game of chance with increased odds.a little fun.not money." You are quite sure that the man's eyes are positively sparkling in the dim lighted interior. "Five card draw. New deck.and the loser of the hand.his woman must take off an article of clothing."

Qui-Gon takes a deep breath and lays your hand on his upper chest. His freed hand then takes up his glass once again, raising it to his lips. He stops just short of his mouth and swirls it, watching the liquid as it sloshes on the sides. "Involuntary stripping, Yorda?"

"It is not involuntary, Jinn," the other woman purrs, her hands stroking at Yorda's arm. "I, for one, would not mind."

You find yourself nodding, and curling your fingers into a light claw on the Master's chest. "I would not mind either.it sounds like fun."

Qui-Gon's chin sets, his teeth grating together. Yorda smiles and then erupts into laughter. "You do not want others to see your woman, I think."

"She is mine.no other's," Jinn says, his eyes dark in the room. He turns his head to look at Obi-Wan as the other man stares at him also. With a slight nod, Qui-Gon adds: "Ben is a friend, and he entertains her, but he knows who the woman belongs to."

You almost bristle at the tone and the words, but you keep yourself in check. Belong, indeed. Obi-Wan's body draws close to you once again as he moves by and sinks into a vacant chair at the table. "Oh, do it, Jinn." he says, leaning back in the chair. His gray silk shirt and shiny black pants reflect the light, as they stretch over his chest and thighs.

Qui-Gon's eyes squint a little at the tone of his Padawan's voice. You lean over, pressing your breasts into Qui-Gon's shoulder, and watch as Obi-Wan's eyes also squint a little at you. You ignore the younger, to stroke at the Master's chin and neck. "Let's play the game, please, Qui.it will be fun." you sweetly, and hopefully hotly breathe into his ear.

Qui-Gon sighs, as he finally agrees. "Very well.I cannot deny you..we shall play this game."

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The room that Yorda has moved the party to is a small and out of the way outcove with a table and four chairs. You are spread over Qui-Gon's shoulders, your arms linking across his upper chest, as he gazes at his cards. Quietly he presses three cards down on the table and taps them. Yorda's face lights up with a smile and he pulls another three cards for Qui-Gon. As the Master Jedi receives the cards, his lips quirk a little. You see that he holds two pairs.

You kiss at his neck, smiling into the skin. So far, Qui-Gon has not lost a hand. This game is easy, and no losses have been realized yet. Obi-Wan is currently retrieving refills on drinks, and, subversively checking with your contact. As soon as this game is done, you should be able to retire...to leave...to change into your clothes once again. And gather some distance from these men. If it is not Obi-Wan that you are pressed against, it is Qui-Gon's large and powerful back. It is wearing you thin on your patience and your ability to remain cool. Jedi Padawan or not, you are still a woman and can feel the pull of their powerful, male bodies on yours.

Oh for some distance, and some distance soon, before you do something against the Code.

"Let us see what you have, Jinn," Yorda states, leaning back in his chair, his arm falling around his woman as she sits on his right.

Qui-Gon moves his hand until the cards flip over. He leans back in his chair with a little shrug. Yorda leans forward and frowns as he looks at the cards, but then grins as he turns his over. Three of a kind!

Qui-Gon shifts forward in his seat to look at the cards. His face is a study of calm. "So you have finally won a hand, Yorda."

"And as such..." Yorda turns and looks at you in a way that makes your skin crawl...and you feel the need to wash yourself. "I think your woman should lose her shirt...the silk is lovely, but I think that she will look better without it..."

Your arms are petted momentarily as you watch Qui-Gon's face. His eyes do not move from Yorda. "Take off your shirt, kitten." he finally tells you lowly.

You nod, knowing that the maintenance of this front is everything for this mission. Yorda is the head of the assassins' league on this planet, as far as you are able to tell, and as such, his suspicions should not be raised if at all possible. Sith. You turn around to remove the article of clothing, infinitely glad that you are wearing an undergarment. Yorda's voice rings out in the small space, "Turn around...let us watch you."

You turn slowly, as your hand undoes the first tie on your shirt, releasing the top half of you shirt to hang open. You drop your hand to slowly undo the second and final tie. At that moment, Obi-Wan pulls back the curtain to enter into the area. His hands are full of drinks, and he shoulders into the area easily. When he sees you, he stops. Obi-Wan's green eyes widen and he does an intake of breath that you hear and it rasps on your nerves.

As the fabric falls open, you ease it off with a roll of your shoulders. It pools behind you like a puddle of mellifluous shimmering blue. When you move forward, you see that Qui-Gon was also watching you with interest. His eyes trail from your face and shoulders down to your lace-encased breasts. They respond to the attention by rising, hardening, and you feel the blush of embarrassment as well as arousal course through you. You can see no reaction in him ...save the change in his eyes from cool water to hot sapphire.

"Quite a looker you have there, Jinn," Yorda comments, swirling his refilled drink. "I wonder...is she as much of a temptress when not in public?"

Qui-Gon quirks a half-grin and continues to gaze at you. His eyes are darker now. "A temptress she is everywhere, Yorda. Here is your drink, flower." he states, holding out your chalice for you to take. You reach out and take it, moving back over to stand at his right shoulder. Obi-Wan watches you from his seat, his eyes wide. Yorda's eyes continue to travel your body, until Qui-Gon clears his throat.

When the man's eyes leave your body, you try to contain a shudder...not of these crude matter bodies, we are... you remember. It is so hard to keep that in mind when your crude matter body is out for public viewing. Your nipples are now painfully erect and are rubbing against the harsh material of the lace. Embarrassing. And yet....

Judging by the look on Obi-Wan's face, appreciated. He bends his spiked hair head to sip at his drink, finally removing his eyes from your body. You breathe a sigh of relief.

Qui-Gon is receiving his next hand, as you bend over his shoulder again. Your hands, this time, nudge under his arms to cross over his lower chest. He grumbles in an approving manner and releases two cards to Yorda. He takes another swig of brew as he receives the replaced cards. You put your head down on his shoulder and smile at Obi-Wan who quirks a smile back. The other woman is nearly naked...the end of this embarrassing occurrence is in sight. And, as you see the Master's hand, you are sure that it will be the last hand. A straight flush.

Qui-Gon pats your hands and signals Yorda to show his hand. There is no way that you can lose...except to a royal flush...

Which Yorda has.

Sith!

You stand back from Qui-Gon in a jerky move. The Master keeps his hand on yours as you pull back.

"Take off that annoying undergarment," Yorda calls out, without any preamble.

Qui-Gon stems the move though, with a sharp shake of his head. "If she has to take off anything, Yorda, I would suggest it be her skirt. Why have all of one thing and not some of it all."

You sigh in relief as you here the words...you would more than likely survive the embarrassment of being completely naked in front of this vile man. Yorda appears to be apprehensive as he takes a swig of his brew before laughing heartily. "What does it matter...just another hand and she will be naked. Go ahead...take off the skirt."

You hang your head and move back from both Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. Very carefully, and without looking up, you push the material down and over your hips and upper thighs. Here too, you are clothed in undergarments. That is a blessing indeed. The black material slides down to collapse against the floor in a pile. As you step forward out of the circle of material it leaves on the floor, you look up...

..into the sun.

Obi-Wan's eyes smolder in the room. There is a heat behind them that is clear to see. He runs his eyes down from your hair, across your breasts to the thin triangle of material at the apex of your thighs. The heat of his gaze melts you and you feel yourself become liquid. You do not know where to look, where to move, but his gaze makes you feel like moving...like moving on the dance floor again...astride his thigh, moving like a wave on the sand...

Qui-Gon's arm shoots out and captures you around your waist and draws you onto his lap in one move. You feel his thighs tighten at the weight and you land with a loud oof! Your legs curl around his thigh, your hands land against his chest. The heat that comes from inside his shirt...the heat of his skin almost burns you. On fire.the man is a living flame.

But it is his hair that makes you almost swoon. Your secret on this mission has been the times that you have been able to rub your face in this hair, able to touch it, run its heavy thickness around your fingers. It is now hanging, its long ends almost touching your upper swells of breasts. If you were to arch just a little....

The Jedi Master turns you on his lap for a moment, to resume the game. At that moment, the curtain next to the table is drawn back. A small, middle age man enters and moves over to Yorda. He seems not to be surprised in the least about the level of undress in the women. He bends over and talks lowly to the man.

Qui-Gon lifts his chin at Yorda, and raises his eyebrow to Obi-Wan. The younger man nods. One of them will get the information. You wiggle slightly, trying to get a more comfortable position on Jinn's lap when you suddenly stop and take a shaky breath.

You can feel what is surely a very large erection at the juncture of your thighs. You almost throw your head back at the feeling. It is like a large hot pole is pressing there.

Yorda's head whips up and suddenly he is on his feet. His gun has cleared his holster, before you can blink. It is, however, not before Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan are able to react. With a mighty heave, the Jedi Master throws himself to his feet, keeping you crushed against his chest, your face buried in the ends of his hair. Obi-Wan is already on his feet and has his lightsaber out. Its pearly blue light fills the room and you gasp. These two knights are incredible.

You turn out of Qui-Gon's arms as if it is a dance move. His blade ignites and intercepts the first bolt thrown at you. Obi-Wan flips through the air and swipes at the man who delivered what must have been a warning about you. You dance across the floor, throwing yourself at the bank of electronics on the wall. You claw at them. The lights immediately extinguish.

In the darkness, the glare from the lightsabers is blinding. You see an emerald one flashing near you, arcing through the air. Suddenly a large arm circles your waist and lifts. You are crushed against the Jedi Master's chest once again before you can think. His warmth and essence in the Force reaches out to you to reassure you. So large.so strong.

"Obi-Wan!" his voice yells, as he cradles you. "Time to leave."

You throw your arms around his neck, burying your face in the hair, the skin.

"Already working on it, Master!" Obi-Wan yells back and you see his lightsaber cutting a hole in the exterior wall to the room. In the next moment, you see a lighter black...the outside shines in with its night. You know that you are on the second level of the building. But it is the last thought as you are propelled out the window while clasped in a pair of strong, sinewy arms. The curtain behind you is thrown open as you and the Jedi holding you plummet to the ground.

So much are you expecting the ground, that the splash of warm water is a shock.

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The water envelops your body like the warmth of a sun.

You are released to swim, and you do so. Both Obi-Wan's and Qui-Gon's larger bodies are ahead of yours in the water, and you follow their wake. Soon, a low stone wall is upon you and you heave yourself out of the water to stand alongside the Jedi that have already made the shore.

Both Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan are soaked through to the skin. Obi-Wan's gray shirt and black pants now seem second skin. They stretch tight over his muscles in his legs and chest. They shimmer with moisture in the night. His face is glistening as is his chest. His hair- the short spikes that seem so sharp, but are really soft- stands even more pronounced and in larger clumps from the moisture.

Qui-Gon's clothes now appear to be part of a human sculpture. The black material of his leggings is so tight they look like they will rip at any second. The white of his shirt, now translucent with moisture, outlines the planes of his chest. And his hair, by the Gods!... It's length is pronounced now, as any curl is removed under the weight of the water, and there are rivets of liquid running down his chest and face as the strands release their hold on the water.

And you thought it was the seventh level of hell earlier...now this is just plain torture.

"They are on to us, Padawan," Qui-Gon's voice intones; it has a gritty quality to it.

"I guess that means that I can't have another dance," Obi-Wan jokes back. "Plan B, Master?"

The Jedi Master nods, and turns to look you in the eye. His gaze holds your eyes, only momentarily wavering to your breasts. "I hope you are able to adjust to change of plans in a quick manner," he comments, and moves quickly away from you.

You sigh, trying not to think about your state of undress, and run to keep up the with two men as they rocket into the depths of the forest. You struggle to keep up with their fit bodies. This is definitely not your strength - negotiation is. And, you are as poor at direction as you are at stamina treks. Soon, you are in a state of confusion as to where you are. It is a surprise, then, as you press through the last feet of the forest, the branches slapping at your face, to find an inn of some sort on the outskirts of a town.

Men of all ages mill around...there are no women to be seen. The Force tells you that this is a place in which women are not treated entirely well...

Obi-Wan watches your face momentarily and then stops Qui-Gon with a hand on his shoulder. "Master...?"

Qui-Gon turns to look at you and sighs. He stops and retraces his steps to stand in front of you, and bending a little at his waist, he meets your eyes. "Padawan...this is exactly what you are sensing it to be...a brothel. This is our plan B. I know the owner of this establishment, and he has seen fit to hide us here if anything were to happen to the mission...until we could come up with another plan to regain what we lost."

Wonderful...do either of these men ever think to tell people of their plans? "But a brothel, Master?"

"They know that we are Jedi....where is the last place that anyone would look for a Jedi?" Obi-Wan asks, a tone of humor in his voice. "The galaxy thinks that we are celibate...that we avoid coupling like the plague...this is the perfect place to hide. Agreed?"

You nod quickly, seeing the logic. But then you glance down at yourself. The silk of your underclothes has dried a little, making it less transparent...but you are covered in mud. "I will fit in?"

"You are our escort for the night..." Qui-Gon answers, and turns away from you toward the house.

Obi-Wan almost laughs at your expression, and loops his arm around your waist, dragging you along with him. His hand curls more possessively as you approach the steps to the door. Other men glance at you as you and the Jedi make a formidable sight. The two Jedi are tall and imposing, dwarfing you. Your body is slight of build, and you are encased in scant silk pieces. What a sight you must make!

The door opens to Qui-Gon's terse knock. The man is very short and eyes you appreciably as Qui-Gon makes a short dissertation on the situation. His voice carries to your ears as you await the change in your fate. "This way..." the man states, opening the door wide, and you are admitted into a place that you never thought you would ever see.

The walls are a vision of blue silks and heavy brocades. The windows are covered by modest, but rich wooded screens. The air is alive with the smell of wild musk, cinnamon and clove. Furniture is widely spaced and is also of modest origin. Even the wood floor is rich in its appearance, and yet modest as the furniture. It is a classy atmosphere.

The room to which you are led is down a short dark hall. The valences that light the way are high enough to throw the needed light on the path, and yet subdued enough to make everything seem less than real.

"Here is your room, Jedi. Be aware of the surveillance equipment; we can not turn it off in this room, it will seem strange..."

Qui-Gon waves his hand quickly, in a dismissive gesture. He lands his broad hand on your back, pressing you into the interior of the room quickly. Obi-Wan follows a furrow to his smooth brow. "We will keep it in mind, friend, and thank you...."

With that the door is shut and you see the place that will serve as your haven these next few hours. The bed is the major focal point in the room; its bulk taking up almost half of the room's area. Its rich gold patterned cover is brilliant in the low light. The dresser, chair and a low table finish out the rest of the room's furniture. As you stand there, Obi-Wan comes up behind you and pulls you back into a fierce embrace. Momentarily you struggle, but he silences you by placing his thick lips against your skin. His honeyed voice in your ear also brings you up short.

"We must keep the mission first and foremost...we must hide out here. We cannot be found...if it means that we must partake of the area's actions then so be it. " He states, pulling you into his embrace more tightly and kissing at the nape of your neck. His mouth is so warm; gooseflesh erupts across your nape. He lifts your hair to further ravish the skin there...worrying it with his teeth and tongue until you feel lightheaded with the action.

Partake of the area's actions? Cannot be found? Oh Gods...is he saying what you think he is? You do not ponder the idea long, as his hand sneaks around to cup your silk covered breast. The touch is electrifying! Your nipples respond immediately, flaring against him like a moth to flame. The dual feeling of the lace, cooled by the water and the searing heat of his hand make you arch away from his body and into his hand.

Your eyes drift down to look at his hand, as it tightens and loosens.rubbing against the tightened nipple. You gasp as you watch his finger dance around its raised peak.

"Act...actions?" you say, and raise your hands to clutch at his arms. "Obi-Wan, this...this...is..." you find it hard to continue as his lips find a very sensitive spot on the back of your neck.

"Not condoned by the Council, young Padawan?" Qui-Gon's deep, baritone voice sounds from across the room. Your eyes open slowly to see him lounging on the bed, watching Obi-Wan's attentions to your body. His cerulean eyes are bright and smoldering. Between his gaze, and Obi-Wan's hand you feel as though you will explode. Incinerate. Into the very ash you are from. "You will find when working with my apprentice and I that we do not...listen..so much to the Council's dictates, but rather to the Living Force around us. Be silent, Padawan...you will hear it talking to you."

You throw your head back as Obi-Wan's other hand reaches around your waist to draw you back up against his body fully. His other hand never leaves your breast. His body is like a lit candle, a blaze...hot...so very hot...every lean muscle in his body, taut stretching.....

Hear? Hear what? All you hear is your blood rushing..... "It isn't saying...ah....anything..." you gasp out, lowering your hand from his to clutch at his thigh. His grunt is muffled in your neck.

"I do believe that she has never had the Living Force touch her, Obi-Wan...not in the way that it talks and touches you and I..." Qui-Gon says, quietly. It sounds as if he is deep thought. "Bring her to the bed, Obi-Wan..."

Obi-Wan growls lightly into your neck as he silently pulls his lips away from your skin. The coolness returns to the skin only marred by the roughness of his tongue crossing your skin. Qui-Gon's voice continues in its lecture: "Obi-Wan and I touch the Living Force, dear one...in a way that opens up our sensual beings to each other...it is so very special to share amongst your kind..."

You gasp as you feel the Force coursing through you...lifting you and depositing you on the bed. It is strange to feel it coursing through you. "Obi-Wan..." you warn as the coverlet touches your back.

"I am following my Master's dictates..." he answers, his voice carrying to you across the room." As I suggest you do...it is so pleasurable..."

"But the mission..." you sputter. Your head turns to the side to eye Qui-Gon. He lies opposite you, raised on one elbow to look down at you.

"We can do nothing further tonight...and we have to appear as...'clients'." Qui-Gon states. His eyes are the deepest blue you have ever seen; his eyes trail from your eyes to your lace covered breasts.

"I don't think that she has...dallied...with another Jedi....Master." Obi-Wan says. You turn to look at him and nearly close your eyes as you watch him unbutton his shirt. The glimmer silk, dark with moisture slides off of his form. You are nearly driven blind by the body that is uncovered. Strong chest, sinewy arms, bones structure that is only glimpsed but surely supports his strong skin. As he begins to remove his pants, you turn back to Qui-Gon.

You gasp as you feel the Jedi Master's presence enter into your mind. His voice sounds like it comes from everywhere...in you, out of you...

"Why do they condemn acts of passion between two Jedi?" Qui-Gon asks, his voice low.

"Release...of...release....of your power...to the Force...absorb...feeds..."

"It increases your passion....makes everything real...tangible...incredible. "The Master says, and you feel the rumble in the air...in the pits of your stomach. "Let us show you....turn and look at my Padawan...feel him in the Force..."

Almost against your will, you turn to look at Obi-Wan. And nearly die.

He stands away from you, silent and strong. He appears like copper in the light. All legs, powerful and long, a well-proportioned torso, capable arms, strong neck; he looks like an ancient Jedi warrior. But if you were close to death when you look at him, you truly perish as he walks across the floor, his hips rolling...his erect, purple penis bobbing with his steps.

Your mouth is unbearably dry. It feels as if you have swallowed a thick towel.

Obi-Wan prowls toward the bed, his feet padding heavily on the carpet. His eyes center on you, on your breasts that are still held heavily in his power. You have never felt this way, even though you have been with a fair number of men in your life. It has never been like this...never have you thought to engage in sex with a Jedi. True, you lusted after both of these men...but you had thought it was forbidden and therefore a mute point. But...

Obi-Wan's hands fall on the bed, his back bent and his legs flexed. He centers on your eyes and then drops his gaze to the lace-covered triangle at the apex of your thighs. His voice is strangled as he speaks to his Master. "What do you think we ought to do to introduce her to this, Master?"

"Do you think you can control it, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon asks, turning his head to the side. "If you can, Padawan, I can wait until later..."

"I think I can, Master...but she is a very delicious specimen." Obi-Wan sighs, and climbs completely onto the bed. "Tell me what to do..."

Your eyes are wide, and you try and back up away from Obi-Wan. The heat in your groin is burning, and your legs feel weak. As he crouches on his arms and legs on the coverlet, the muscles strain, and his cock dangles toward the bed, engorged and wet. His eyes ignite as he watches you. His Master's hands land on your shoulders, his long fingers pressing down on the rises of your breasts. "Do not back away from him, flower. Search your feelings...you know that you want this...want it so badly that you can taste it."

You take a deep breath, and try to center yourself...do you want this? Do you feel it in the pits of your stomach? You sigh as you feel the kernel of desire spiral out of your center...yes...you do want it...you love sex...the feelings, the need...the feel of a man against your skin...tight and warm...but a Jedi...? Forbidden...

"Yes," you sigh, as Obi-Wan's warm hand falls on your ankle. The fingers, long and artistic, pull on the limb. His voice is expressed in a growl.

"Touch her, Obi-Wan.... show her our way....share with her what we do..."

You lean back, your head resting on the strong thighs of the Master as the apprentice runs his hands up your legs. He climbs, and stretches just grazing by your mound....oh! The electric...sweeps. "Share what....ummm....you do?" you gasp on a breath.

"My apprentice and I...we share amongst ourselves...and now, we will show you..." Qui-Gon gently eases his warm hands down to capture your breasts. The hands are so large that your breasts disappear under their grasp. You arch into him...into the incredible current. Your legs stretch and you hear Obi-Wan rustling the coverlet with a groan. Your legs are pulled a little roughly, and suddenly you are spread wide.

The Master's voice is dark, deep. "Relax...feel don't think...." he whispers. "Let Obi-Wan worship you...he wants to...needs to..."

You arch again, Qui-Gon's voice causing you to ache for touch, for completion. It sends a course of safe feeling through you, in contrast to the possessive way that his hands are kneading you, pulling you...calling you...

Your eyes fly open as Obi-Wan's mouth claims the top of your thigh for its own. The heat! The moisture! Your body strives to match it...you feel yourself become wet...You start as his mouth moves into your curls...and Qui-Gon gently presses you down into his lap, into the mattress.

"Master...she is...so..." Obi-Wan's voice is strained. His fingers separate you and then you feel the touch of a pointy tongue to your intimate opening. You gasp. Oh Gods! It laps at you, pulls at you....spreading, tasting...your groan is matched by Obi-Wan's growl.

One of your hands rises and lands in his short, spiky hair, running through the forest of his hair...urging him. His hand shifts from your thigh, pushing your knee over his shoulder. It returns to spread you and enter you. You turn your head to gasp grazing Qui-Gon's arm. His hands only momentarily stop stroking your breasts. They collapse on themselves, and tighten on your nipples alone. They tease them...twist the raised peaks and he grunts with pleasure.

All you can think of, is the presence of the strong, long fingers within you. Your body separates willingly, almost pulling at them.

"Tight, Master..." Obi-Wan pants. "She is soo tight..." his words are muffled as he lifts only his chin to talk. You tilt your head down, almost in shock, to see his green eyes burning over your opening. The fingers inside of you scissor, and spread. They search...turn...and find the place that fantasies are made of. They touch that place, making you moan...almost scream.

"Yesssss."

"Oh!"

"That's it...let it happen..." Qui-Gon coaxes as Obi-Wan's head falls to your lap again. His tongue spears inside of you, his fingers relentlessly stroke and thrust. "Make her come, Padawan...she is close."

Yes, you think, somewhat disjointedly. You are about to come...unbelievable...usually you outlast the men....

But you can feel the Force bubbling through you, expanding you. The Force! Yes...it must be...

Oh my Gods! So much power! Qui-Gon clamps down your nipples pulling upwards...twisting...almost painfully. Obi-Wan grunts and moans as your body slowly builds...it is almost as though he can feel your ascent. His fingers piston inside of you and then suddenly stop. They wiggle, as his lips capture your clit and his tongue strokes it relentlessly. Qui-Gon hums quietly and then whispers a "now!"

Obi-Wan touches the side of your channel with his searching fingers as his mouth leaves your clit. Qui-Gon's fingers pull and then release, and you rocket.

Rocket into the stratosphere...leaving the Jedi and your consciousness behind as you experience your most incredible orgasm of your life.

The last thing you hear is Obi-Wan's groan as you tighten on his fingers.

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Your breath finally stabilizes and you finally feel as though you are whole once again. Your body acclimates to the surroundings once again to realize that Obi-Wan is climbing your body. His eyes are wide, glowing, and his throat is working convulsively. You feel his amble thighs rubbing against yours as he inches up your body. Qui-Gon's own body is reacting as well- his thighs are tense. He lifts your shoulder as Obi-Wan suspends himself over you. With a whisper of a sigh and a controlled movement, he rearranges himself so that he is below you.

"Master?"

"I don't think that she is ready yet, Padawan....We will need to further prepare her. You and I are larger than to whom she is accustomed." Qui-Gon's voice sounds as tense as his Padawan's.

"Please..." you rasp, aching for more...aching for them....

"No...not yet, darling..." Qui-Gon whispers. His hands rub your upper arms. "You are not ready..."

"But Master..." Obi-Wan groans, and your eyes are drawn to his very ready and very erect cock. "I have been like this since our dance....I need..."

"I said no, Obi-Wan...she is not ready and you should not require it of her." There is a slight edge to the Master's voice. "I will have to further work her....attend to your own problem, Padawan."

Obi-Wan's eyes drift shut and he gulps as if under a lot of pressure. The feel of his hot, throbbing cock against your upper thigh, spreading its wonderful wetness across the skin there, is incredible. You can feel his frustration in your gut, in your heart...can feel his need as it flares out of his being. Taking pity on him, you whimper, and draw the attention of the Master. Qui-Gon's eyes flare as he looks out at you from under his curtain of chestnut hair. "Do you wish to help him, dear?"

"Yes, Qui-Gon," you say, imploring him with your eyes.

"Then do so..." Qui-Gon almost barks out, his eyes flashing. You find that your shoulders are pressed upright and you are in a sitting position, as Obi-Wan almost vaults backwards. He comes to a rest, supported on his arms, his knees bent...his cock pointing towards his stomach. You lean forward, putting your lips on his cock. The crown is hot and well proportioned to the shaft and you feel it pressing past your lips and into the interior of your mouth and throat. Qui-Gon grunts behind you and stretches himself out over your back.

"Take him deep, flower...it is what he likes..."Qui-Gon anchors you to him with one of his arms while the other winds under your pelvis, his fingers delving into your wetness there. You groan around Obi-Wan's cock and tighten your lips. Obi-Wan throws his head back, moaning out your name.

Soon he begins to beseech you with his voice, with his frustration. You can feel his breadth in your mouth and ache to have it in you. As Obi-Wan groans and thrusts his hips a little, you move in tandem with his thrusts. "Oh...yes....more...more....I...deeper...love....deeper..." he grunts out, as his hips begin to dance.

You can think of little as you feel the Master's fingers opening you and pressing into you. A fire hot cock in your mouth, a pair of long, blunt fingers in your channel...you are surrounded by male...by the Living Force...you can feel it pulsating, swelling around the three of you. It drives you insane with its power. You are not accustom to feeling the power of the Force turned inward as this is....so incredible...

"Deeper!" Obi-Wan growls, reaching with one hand to hold your head to his cock. He is buried in your throat. He begins to thrust, and you can feel the vein under his cock pulsing with every thrust. He is close...so close....everything is all sweat and salt and swell...

"Oh YEAH!" Obi-Wan yells and that erection that you have felt against you most of the evening explodes. His thrusts slow, and his hardness slowly transforms into a softer shaft. You still feel Qui-Gon's hand pumping deep in you. Your wetness, you can feel it eking out of you to coat his hand. He is grunting as he feels this also.

"Come for me..." he whispers into your ear, his voice so deep that it caresses you as his hands do. His other hand presses down gently on your abdomen, pressing you into his fingers that are inside of you. You arch your back, arching into him.... releasing Obi-Wan's shaft from your mouth.

Obi-Wan does not let you say anything and quickly pushes forward to grab your hair and pull until he is able to kiss your mouth...completely...fully...and you feel it in your soul. His lips open yours and his agile tongue enters your mouth. Your body realizes another orgasm is approaching and you begin to gasp into the Padawan's mouth. He groans as he feels you gulp and silently scream as your body arches and Qui-Gon holds his fingers tightly against the spot inside of you.

You try to pull away, moaning, but Obi-Wan holds you to his mouth.

Qui-Gon grunts and you feel the tremors through his body resting on top of yours.

As Obi-Wan pulls back from your lips, he nibbles on the lower one, tilting you to receive his nips. Qui-Gon shifts and you feel that hot pole pressing into your upper thigh. It makes you squirm now as you had before.

"I think she is ready now...." Obi-Wan breaths, looking into your eyes. "Her eyes are glazed, Master...she is ready."

Qui-Gon moans and shifts himself. Suddenly you are on your back, comfortably resting on the pillows. Qui-Gon has flipped out from under you and is slowly scaling your body. You can feel his cock moving up your legs as his body moves up. This man is more than ready and has been for some time. He kneels between your legs, drawing your thighs up on his, spreading you again. You see his huge shaft gleaming in the low light...its reddened surface angry and needy.

"I can't wait..." he gasps, gazing down at you. " I need completion...you need it....can you feel it in the Force?"

Whether it is the low tone of his voice or the position that he is in...you can feel it in the Force. His need, your want...Obi-Wan's spent completion...all mingle. Yes...you need it...yes...you want it...

Qui-Gon does not wait to see your answer. The depths of his Living Force connection...his animalistic tendency that all Masters in the living Force have...has shorted out his thinking mind. He pulls you until you are spread open on his thighs, wide...balanced. With one hand, he pulls on your hips...with the other, he guides himself to you.

With a mighty heave, you feel his cock enter you.

And scream with pleasure.

You have never been prepared as you have been. It is incredible. Wonderful..bone deep....

You reach over your head to grasp at the headboard while his other hand falls to your other hip and begins to move you.

"Tight....Gods...." his throat works and you can see his fight to articulate the words.

You can feel every inch, feel the need...the want....the drive... Obi-Wan appears next to you, leaning over you...latching his lips to your breast. Your nipple is teased and pulled...sucked...drawn... Qui-Gon grunts and begins to thrust in earnest. You know that he does not have long to go...his ache is palpable...and you know he, too has had an erection for most of the night. He does not take time to ready you...you are already close. His back arches as his muscles work.

His thrusts grow in tempo until you are bouncing on his thighs. You know you will have bruises on your thighs where he grasps you.

The wetness on your breasts turn from chilly to white hot...your insides are melting.

"Ahhhhh!" Qui-Gon pulls on your legs. "I'm going to come..." he leans forward, capturing your legs between your body and his chest. The bed beneath you bounces...and you feel yourself racing toward your peak again. It is higher than before...so high...your breath is hitched...strained..

"YES!" Qui-Gon yells, arching his back. You feel his warmth between your legs, in your core...pulsating...warming...no burning you....Obi-Wan pulls on your nipple and suckles the other one with a vengeance. You arch your back as your completion races through you. You scream, tugging on the pillows, the backboard...Obi-Wan's head. Qui-Gon's cock is still hard and you pull on his shaft eliciting a grunt and a hiss.

Qui-Gon pulls out of you, and Obi-Wan pulls away. You feel yourself glowing in the Living Force. The Padawan reaches for the blanket as Qui-Gon scoops you up and places you higher on the bed. They tuck in around you...to wait out the night...to see where your mission will lead you to next. You can only hope that it will involve more communing...