Tempest

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Rain. Pouring rain. Running rivets down your face, your hair, your body. You can barely see two feet in front of you. Not that there is much to see- just trees, rocks and streams. Not that you take the time to look around you, either. Behind you the sound of chase is drawing closer. The crashing of underbrush is muted in the sound of torrential downpour and you are grateful that they can hear as little of you as you do of them.

Pushing away from the huge tree, you throw yourself down the barely there path. You have not been this deep in the woods of your homeplanet in years. But you have enough sense of direction to have the upper hand, but not by much. You stumble over a stump, ripping what is left of your skirt so that it is hanging tattered around your thighs. Nearby, a bush falls to the heavy feet following you and you cry out. At the same time, a loud crash of thunder is heard along with the blinding flash of lightning. You can see the flash of their blasters, drawn to intercept you. If you will not be taken for the slave market, you will be killed. Some choice, you growl out in your mind.

Blindly, you continue to scramble over the territory. You will not be taken. Never. Death first, although you wish to avoid that outcome as well. Flying over a slight incline, you are nearly blinded by a pair of lasers. One is blue, another green, both cutting your retinas. For some reason, you do not fear this new development. Maybe it is the decision that no fate can be worse than the one behind you. So you run towards them, sliding down the incline on your side, decemating what is left of your blouse.

You come to rest by a pair of strong legs, encased in rough tan material. The owner of the legs does not look to you, rather to those behind you. Without a word that you can hear, the pair of lasers dance through the night. As the slavers approach the clearing, they are deftly cut down. Ineffectual blaster shots are deflected, offending arms are rendered asunder. Not a sound is emanating from the pair of men, only the crunch of the leaves underfoot, and the sizzling of the lasers as they cut air and skin with the same ease. Soon the slavers remain only a pile of dead pieces. And you remain prone on the ground- winded, and bone weary.

The legs nearest you approach and the owner bends to look at you. The laser is still lit and it sputters in the rain, but the blue glow lights the man's face well. "Are you hurt?" He calls over the sound of pouring rain.

You shake your head as the shivers begin in your limbs.

"She is, Padawan," the other pair of legs walks over and you see another man bending to look at you. "She is under stress right now. She will need to be taken care of, but not here...more will come. Enough killing has occurred tonight, though, we need to move from this place." Turning his face to yours, he directs the next sentence to you. "Are you able to move?"

As you continue to catch your breath, the elder of the two men curses lightly. Without another word, he inches to you and picks you up in his arms with little effort. You do not fight, as his touch is not threatening. He seems to want to help you, and he did just help to save your life. And, you decide, as you slide your arms around his strong neck.

Without a look behind him, he calls, "Obi-Wan!" You are then wisked deeper into the surrounding forest.

You are jostled as the man holding you bolts into the forest. Behind him, you barely hear the younger man keeping up with him. The boy-man is lugging what little camp material that they had, so his process is slower. You can feel the muscles the neck of the man holding you, furling and stretching as he carries you effortlessly. The two of you fly over the terrain. You are amazed, because even in the dark of night, pitch black and made even blacker by the rain, he has no problem with his footfalls. He grunts as he sees a small cave in the side of a nearby hill. As he approaches it, he slows and closes his eyes. Moments later, he carts you inside the low cave.

As he sets you down gently, the younger man barrels through the nearby undergrowth and easily slips into the cave next to you. He dumps his load of two bedrolls and tarp on the ground and collapses on top of it.

"A rude awakening, that." He grits out, eyeing his friend with a glare. "Could not be any worse than my training mission on Ord Mantell last year."

The elder of the two nods, and bends to look at your leg. "Obi-Wan, we need a light here. Break open the kit and get the Mandrian light out. And the first aid kit."

The man, Obi-Wan, breaks open a strange looking metal kit and pulls out a stick that he breaks between his hands. A strange sharp white glow fills the cavern and you gasp at the sight of your legs. They are shredded. There are rivets of blood coursing down your legs, pooling in your ankles.

"Are they as bad as they look, Master?" Obi-Wan asks, inching closer to you.

The other man shakes his head. "They are not," he eyes you with an iced blue gaze, "a case of bark worse than bite, I'm afraid." Seeing your disbelief, he nudges Obi-Wan to talk to you.

Seeing your need to be distracted as his Master cleans your wounds, Obi-Wan begins to talk. "We are Jedi, Miss. I am Obi-Wan Kenobi and this is my master, Qui-Gon Jinn. You stumbled upon us while we were waiting for a transport off of this planet. It appears that you have had some trouble..."

"Slavers." You whisper, turning to stop Qui-Gon from inching his hands further up on your thighs to clean your wounds.

"Slavers?" Obi-Wan nods, "and they wished to add you to their shipment." He pulls your hand over so that Qui-Gon can continue cleaning your wounds. The hands encasing yours are warm and reassuring, callused and strong. You relax as he looks into your eyes. "Do they do this often?"

"Often enough..." you rasp out, "once a season. It was only this year that I drew their attention. But I will not be taken to a slave colony for use..."

Obi-Wan levels your gaze with his other hand as Qui-Gon's hands slide up almost to the juncture of your thighs. "Do not fear his touch, little one," he advises. "He is giving you the best medical treatment that you can receive here in the middle of nowhere."

You smile at the joke and nod into his palm. You sigh suddenly, as Qui-Gon' s hand encounters the top of your thigh. You are soaked- your skin slippery and cool, his hand is white hot and dry. The difference sends incredible sparks flying along your nerves. He meets your eyes and grimaces and then removes his hand. "It is the best that I can do for now, little one," he apologizes.

From outside, a sudden crash of thunder alerts both men to something other than the weather. Obi-Wan creeps to the entrance, his hand falling to his lightsaber. Qui-Gon follows quietly and quickly, graceful for a man his size. They both inch out and stand to their full heights. You creep behind them, curious, yet terrified. Something evil is approaching, you can feel it.

Out of the woods to your left, a large man hurtles. Without thinking, you grab at a branch near you and swing it. The Jedi are feet from you, but are engaged in trouble of their own. The dance of sabers commences yet again, flashing, burning. From behind you, the cave is illuminated in brilliant white light, in front of you is a rainbow of fight. Your aim with the branch rings true and the man is brought to his knees. He grabs at your ankles though as he is on the ground. With a hiss of pain, you swing again, missing his head. He grabs your blouse and pulls, the material and the buttons flying to join the hidden leaves upon the ground.

Howling your outrage at being reduced to a vulnerable position, you reach to scratch at the man's eyes. He laughs as he grabs your wrists. Viscously, he pulls them above your head. As he goes to grab at your breasts, exposed and arched in the rain, his face contorts and he is reduced to a pile of blood and rendered limbs.

You sob in relief as Qui-Gon bends down to you, and scoops you up with one arm. In his other, his saber is still lit and flashing in the night. He pulls you to his shoulder, cuddling you gently. Over the sound of thunder, you hear him entreating you. "Quiet, little one- you are safe. Safe. They will not have you."

It is the last thing that you hear before your world goes black.

A crackle of fire is heard closely to your right ear. It is the first concession that your senses give to reality. The next is the hard rock that you lay on, although there appears to be a roughened cloak wrapped around you. As you open your eyes, you see the world through a hazed visage. Mist hangs in the air around the thicket that you are in. Turning your head, you see a small, smoldering fire- the best that can be accomplished with wet wood. Beside it your two saviors sit, hunched and wet.

You settle your head on the leaves and squint a little to have a better view of the men. Your father always told you that to tell a man's soul, look into his eyes. And you have seen both sets of eyes- one hazel, the other blue- and they are clear and good. You have no fear of them. It is with this thought that you run your eyes over their builds. Obi-Wan is younger by several years than Qui-Gon, and the possessor of strong muscles on a slight, yet powerful frame. Qui-Gon is a mountain of a man, tall and broad, powerful- yet gentle as a kitten. Between them, the men have saved you and maintained your honor.

Obi-Wan senses your eyes on them and turns to meet your eyes. You smile at the look of worry that passes through them, followed quickly by a contained grin. He moves quietly over to you while Qui-Gon's eyes follow his movement.

"You are awake, little Lady," he sinks to the ground next to you. You smile at the plastered hair and the drops of water clinging to his nose and lips.

"Why do you sit out there where the rain can get you?" you ask, concerned for them.

"Because it is drier here and there is little room," he answers, reaching to tuck you into his cloak more firmly. His hand brushes your breast accidentally and you arch without meaning too. Again, the rain makes you slippery, and you feel fluid as the falling drops. He pulls back as though burned for a moment. His eyes meet yours and you can feel a blush spread across your face.

"Why did they pursue you so wholeheartedly?" Qui-Gon asks from in front of the smoky fire.

"I am eighteen this season, and they require women to be of that age...and I became active..." the last of your explanation slips off as embarrassment engulfs you.

"They take you for sexual use?" Obi-Wan's voice is deepened in shock, you think and you move a hand from the cloak to reach for his. He grabs your hand with a warm one of his own.

"Yes....my people are very open with our sexuality. It is a practiced art, Jedi," you answer, "and we are pursued due to that fact. It was simply that I have reached my awareness."

You smile as the blush is infective and it spreads across Obi-Wan's face also. It is in direct contradiction to the drops clinging to and falling off of his face. He looks younger than he is, you think, in this condition. You shift in the cloak as you watch him lick his lips to catch an errant drop with his tongue. "How old are you, Obi-Wan?"

"Twenty," he barks out, moving his legs into a folded position. "Why do you ask?"

"You appear shocked by sexual talk," you answer, gripping his hand harder. "It is not that they would use me for sex, young Jedi, but because it would be against my will and not with a partner I chose. Slavery is never a wanted outcome." You raise your voice a little louder to include Qui-Gon. "I want to thank the both of you..."

"Thanks is not necessary, little one," Qui-Gon rumbles, rising to his feet. The daylight is beginning to break across the landscape. He looks to the east with his wonderful blue eyes and sighs. "I will find food, Obi-Wan, make sure that she stays warm."

The younger Jedi nods quickly and watches as his Master stalks off into the surrounding wood. Turning back to you, he sighs himself. "Are you comfortable, do you need something?"

You move restlessly as his hand runs up your arm. It is a friendly move, but his warmth and strength attract your senses. You feel every roughened edge of his fingers as they search your arms for injuries and warmth.

"I need nothing," you whisper, your tone light. "I need nothing but to be allowed to thank you. My family would expect it of me, Jedi, and I must honor my upbringing."

"Then thank me," he smiles, "with Qui-Gon gone, he cannot tell me that your thanks is unacceptable."

You return the grin and rise a little on your arms. His smile falters as you continue to rise. It is obvious that this man is not experienced with women yet, and you shiver with ideas. His smile completely disappears as you sit fully and the cloak falls to pool at your waist, baring your breasts.

**************

You watch as Obi-Wan's hazel eyes open and his mouth hangs loosely. Keeping a firm hold on his hand, you ask, "does this shock you?"

He convulsively swallows as his eyes remained riveted to your breasts. As you feel the weight and depth of his gaze, your nipples tighten and lift, rising proudly. They are still wet and you feel a lone drop run down and hang off the end of your nipple. His throat works convulsively as you raise one of his hands to touch you. His hand is large in the two of yours and you work to extend on finger. When that is done, you run the finger under the nipple to catch the drop. His sigh is coupled with his eyes slowly falling shut.

"I want to thank you, Obi-Wan, in the method of my people," you whisper, reaching out with your one hand to cup his neck, complete with his hanging braid. "I wish to share my prized possession- my body- with you."

He gasps quickly and draws his hand back. It shakes slightly. "I cannot do that, little one," he shakes his head almost violently.

You allow the cloak to move from your thighs, sighing as the rough material moves across your skin, raising gooseflesh in its path. Your skirt is only tatters of material now, and allows more skin to show than it hides. "You don't like what you see, Obi-Wan?" You sigh.

His eyes are drawn to your legs, and you move them together restlessly. The man is an innocent, but his gaze smolders like a harvest fire. You feel the familiar fire of arousal in your loins. He opens his mouth and then moans gently. With a half-smile, he answers, "I would have to be dead not to like what I see."

"Then take your reward, Obi-Wan," you state, moving to capture his hand again. He does not fight you as you move his hand to your thigh. His fingers curl around your skin convulsively, almost as though it is ingrained and not born of thought.

"I don't know." he swallows, locking gazes with you. "I have never."

You lean forward, cupping his neck once again. "Have you never dreamt, Jedi?"

He sighs as you place your lips on his chin. His skin is slippery, tasting of morning dew and rain, and you slide your lips up to his. For a moment, he keeps lips shut against yours and then opens them slightly. You take the opportunity to tease him and gently move your tongue into his mouth. It is warm and slightly dry, but you slide your tongue over his teeth and into the depths of his mouth regardless. His answering moan is all the encouragement that you need. You feast on his mouth for a moment, almost laughing as his hands come forward and hit the ground on either side of your hips, bracing him. You pull back, closing your lips over his bottom one and suckle for a moment. His answering growl causes your insides to melt just a little.

"What are your dreams, Obi?" you ask into his ear, as his hand lands on your thigh.

His answering groan shakes your being to the core. It was deep, almost animal-like and came from a place deep inside of him. You lean back a little, drawing him down with you. The rain begins again in earnest. His lips land on yours again, this time of his own accord. He thrusts his tongue into your mouth like a Grandian wolf staking its claim. You shudder as you feel it reaching deep into the depths of your mouth. He draws back a little to run his lips along your chin to your ear, much like your movement before. You twist on the ground as his rich voice grits out, "I don't think that you want my dreams, little one.I might hurt you."

"I doubt it, Obi," you answer, biting into his lobe with gentle precision. "What do you want?"

He groans as he lowers his bottom half to yours. His leggings are plastered tightly to his thighs, drenched and cold. His center is burning though, and his erection is stretched and outlined in the tight fabric. His voice is strangled as he moves his body against yours, moving to bite your neck. "I want you, here.now.under me. I want your body open to mine. Your legs -around my hips, my shoulders."

You groan in return, feeling his erection pressing into you. He is a very powerful man, his thighs digging into the ground between yours, and his groin pressed hotly against yours. You let your head fall back and your hands rest on his back as he continues to mutter wishes in your ear. "Wet, and open, little one. Ready and willing, and wanting me."

"I already am, Jedi," you state, running one of his hands down to your opening. His shudder causes another flood of want to course out of you. As much as you want to do this to thank him, you want this beautiful, virile man to take you as his first.

His arm shakes next to you, and his finger dips into you. You are wearing no underclothes, as it is not really accepted nor expected among your people. His stuttering drawn breath and excited release is powerful, ruffling your hair next to your ear. You giggle a little as his finger fumbles at nothing, but simply longs to touch you.

You run your hands through his short auburn hair, grabbing the little ponytail at the back of his head with some force. Drawing his head back, you take his lips again. This time, he duels with you, trying and succeeding in taking the lead. His tongue brushes against yours and moves to roam and pillage your teeth. As he draw back, he continues with his body until he is crouched between your thighs. His hands both move to your breasts quickly, as if he is afraid that he will wake from this dream.

"I want." he begins, biting his lip.

"Yes?" you sigh, arching your back, dipping your head back into the wet leaves beneath you. His beginner's touch is hot and dreamy, as if you are being pulled into a fantasy.

"Show me how you like to be touched," he demands sheepishly, "I know what I want to do, but I want to please you more."

You sigh, grabbing his hand and moving your fingers above his. You guide him until your and his hand is cupping your sodden skin, fingers outlining and rolling the nipple between his forefinger and thumb between your same digits. His groan at the feeling of your pebbled flesh causes a pooling of desire in your groin. His hazel eyes burn as they center on your breasts, trying to ignite the flesh. You arch your back a little, and drop your hands away from his. He continues to touch your flesh almost reverently. "You can taste them if you wish," you state.

His eyes center on yours for a moment before an explosive moan leaves his lips. "That is what I want to do.taste you.I wonder if you taste like your neck and lips.like summer rain." Before he leans forward, he reaches into his lap to adjust his erection that has become more insistent in the last few minutes, appearing to strain the material.

"Then do it," you groan. His head lowers to your neck with speed and urgency. This man is fire and you are playing with it, and you will get burned, you decide, as you feel his teeth scrape across your tendons. When his firestorm decides to burn you with penetration, there will be no wall that can protect you, but you need this. His fire in the cold rain.

His lips travel down your chest, and you feel his braid brushing against the tender cold skin of your breast. Your nipple tightens to the point of pain as his head lowers to lick around its parameter. You groan, grasping at his hair and clothed shoulders. He latches onto the raised flesh and you shudder as his rough tongue brushes the tender portion of your breast. His groan is muffled as his mouth is busy and you groan with him, allowing his mouth to draw you deeper in its recesses.

The heat is unbearable as you arch again. After a minute, he drags his lips across your chest, dipping into the moist valley between the mounds to move to the next peak. His groin has again settled onto yours, doubling him up. But the power that you ache for is evident in the small thrusting motions that he is making with his clothed body.

You begin to protest as his hand comes up to your breast again. He pulls back with a frown and stares at you. "I thought that you liked this," he pouts, leaning to nuzzle your neck.

"I want to be open to you, soon, Jedi, you are making me ache." You draw out the last word, moving your hands to his belt. You can feel his heat. It is just inches from your hand, arching, begging through the material. He feels your want and nods. His belt comes off quickly and he sets about removing his tunics. As the layers are removed, you see the yards of skin unmasked. It glows in the morning light, shining with moisture, both his and natures. His chest is muscular, to match the wonderful neck that you have tasted. His shoulders are broad for his height and they taper to a lean waist. The muscles are dotted with hair, the stomach included. The line of hair grows darker and thicker as it drops to his abdomen and beyond. Nestled in the hair is his manhood, strong and powerful as the rest of him. It is eager, showing reddened, almost purple to match the morning sky. You allow your gaze to travel down his legs; down the strong gathered muscle to his well-shaped feet. He is beautiful..maddeningly so, and you groan with want.

He eyes you as you move to separate the skirt from your skin. He deserves your nudity for his eyes. It is his first time, and therefore should be special to him. As you pull the material away from your juncture, his eyes widen and you see his cock jump eagerly.

"Come to me, Obi."you groan out, grabbing at your own breasts, "open me for yourself and take what you are welcome to have."

His hazel eyes burn, turning green fire in the morning light. He struts towards you, his cock jutting almost arrogantly. You know that he knows nothing about lovemaking, and only can rely on the age-old knowledge inbred into all humans since time began. It will be instinct led, and animal driven, you can see that in his movements.

His breathing is labored as he begins to lie with you again. "I want to be in you, little one.I know that I should find if you are ready to."

Without another word, you lead his hand down to your juncture, to your wetness. It has streamed out of you since his hand first touched you. Your desire, its strength, not its existence, is surprising to you. But you welcome it, and your chance to share with this man. His eyes brighten as he stretches his fingers into you. You feel the rough skin and the heat as the fingers break through to your interior. They slide in, as the drops slide from the sky to coat the two of you.

"You are wet," he says lowly, almost with reverence. "Is that."

"It is for you, and your wonderful warrior's body, Obi-Wan. You have made me want you inside of me." You moan as his fingers reach their hilt and he wiggles them experimentally. As you squirm, he moves his other hand to separate your thighs even more. You are wide for him, raising your hips a little on your lower back.

Reaching down, he grasps his member with a strong fist. Watching you through veiled eyes, he strokes himself, appearing practiced. You run your hands down your own thighs, luxuriating in the feel of your wet, pebbled flesh. You dip one of your own fingers inside of you, and are rewarded with a gasp of pleasure from Obi-Wan. His hand grasps at yours, stilling your movements. From the gap in his fist, you see that his manhood is now purple, fully engorged and eager. "Do not tease me more." he grits out, angrily pulling your hand away. "I will never last to be in you if you do."

He continues to move toward you, pulling his weight over you. You throw one of your legs over his waist, anchoring on his hipbone. One of his hands falls to your thigh, pulling it tighter there. You reach down between your thighs to lead him to his home, to his sheath. You touch the cock, drawing your hand around his width. It is hot to the touch, pulsing. His hand tightens on your thigh as you place him against your entrance. Laying your head back against the rough ground, you meet his eyes and smile gently. "Now," you say as you pull so that his head is inside of you, "thrust your saber, warrior."

He swallows as you feel him penetrate you, his throat glistening mere inches from your face. His eyes close as his body lowers until he is completely sheathed in your body. You feel his member pulsing inside of you. He appears to be in a slight state of shock as he just rests there, his weight on one arm, as the other is clasped around your thigh. You grin as you lift your other leg so that both wrap around his waist. He gulps and sighs, "it is so tight."

"You are a big man, Obi-Wan, bigger than most of the man in my race." You sigh, as you feel filled and empty at the same time.

His answers is a grunt of want and quick withdraw of his hips. Suddenly, you realize that he needs no encouragement. His body is telling him what to do, and he is following its orders. You feel the leaves under you crunch as he adjusts his weight on his knees and begins to thrust in earnest. Groaning, you throw your arms around his shoulders to balance him as well as ground yourself. He is good, very good. No doubt from his physical workouts. "More," you gasp as he pulls almost out and rams back in.

He remains quiet as his hips begin to pound you. "Force." he gasps as his eyes screw shut. You can feel his berth brushing your insides like kindling for the fire and you feel the coil of pressure begin to tighten. He groans and begins to articulate his pleasure, as the new lovers are bound to do. "Hot..hot, tight..more..I need more.."

You help him, lifting your hips for his thrusts. Your groans join his in the wet air, floating amongst the mist. "Take what..you need.." You gasp, your throat tight with want and need.

"Wet." his groans are breathless, "I need to move...faster."

"Fuck me, Jedi," you whisper in his ear as he leans further down and uses his thighs for their gods given purpose. His hips buck with increasing speed, and you can feel every inch of his cock moving back and forth.

You feel the coil snap suddenly, with no warning, and you are thrown up into the ether of pleasure, convulsing around his cock. His loud shout of pleasure is enough to send you flying again, and you feel his cock expand and erupt within you.

*******

A cracking branch is enough to alert you that you are no longer alone and you turn your head to the side. Obi-Wan is breathing heavily and licking at your neck, oblivious to the intruder. As you see the person, you know why. It is Qui-Gon. He stands in the shadow that is afforded by the growth around you, and you gasp at the depth of fire that you see shooting out of his eyes. Their blue startles you.

His stance changes ever so slightly and he speaks lowly to his apprentice. "So it has happened, Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan only concedes to modesty of both of your situations by drawing the cloak around you. His groan is followed by his slow withdraw from your insides. "How much did you watch, Master?"

"Since you first separated her thighs for your entrance, Padawan." The answer is calculated and strong, and you can feel the waves of desire, under tight control, coming off of this man.

Obi-Wan lifts his head to eye the man, obviously picking up on the desire that you feel. "Master?"

Qui-Gon shakes his head, "I am too old for her, Padawan, and she has lain with you. Against what should have happened, that was, Obi-Wan, but forgivable."

You squint at the tall man that has carried you more in the last day than your mother did when giving birth to you. It is obvious that your lovemaking with the young Jedi opened a well of desire within him, but he was going to ignore it and continue on. You want nothing of denial, though and you call out to him also. "I don't need your mind abilities to tell that you want me, Qui-Gon."

His laugh is a bark in the dimness of the thicket. "Yes, yes, I do want you, little one, quite acutely. That display of sexual prowess on both your parts has only whetted my appetite."

Obi-Wan moves back from you with a half smile that speaks of sated men and the flavor of sex. You share his smile. You can see that he cares for his Master's comfort as well as your pleasure. "Then come feast, Master," Obi-Wan states, standing gently on shaky legs.

Qui-Gon's answer is a command. "Sit, before you fall down, Padawan. You have lost your land legs after that sex, and you must give yourself sometime."

"I will sit, Qui-Gon, if you will come over here with us." Obi-Wan crashes to the underbrush next to you. You smile with him and turn to look at the huge man that stands across the thicket. His face in the shadow is that of an Alderaani lion, only waiting for his prey to slow so he can stalk. His apprentice continues in low tones. "Come show me how the act is perfected, Master. Come show me how a Jedi Master claims a woman."

Qui-Gon groans across the clearing and you feel his desire grow stronger. You gently turn on your side to meet his eyes. His eyes are drawn from yours to rove over your breasts and legs, their small cuts and all. The moisture from the rainy sky falls to coat you again, stealing the warmth that Obi-Wan had shared with you. The man in question, lays his hands over your shoulder with a protective air. "Come, Master, her skin grows cold and needs the warmth of a man."

"I cannot, Obi-Wan, the desire is too strong."

"Too strong," you giggle, drawing his eyes to yours again. "That is when desire is its best, Qui-Gon, when it threatens to drown you."

"You play with fire that is beyond your comprehension," he growls out, and you realize that he means what he says, "and my fire will burn."

"Any fire is welcome, Jedi Master," you state, leaning forward. "Come to me, and warm me, burn me if you so wish."

His groan is loud. With a stealth that is not possible for a man his size, he treks across the clearing to sink next to you. His hand is gentle until it tangles in your locks and pulls you so that your face is angled so that his eyes can touch yours. "Are you willing to take a man today, little one. I am much more experienced than my young Padawan."

"Then you can teach me something, also, Jedi Master." You joke, grimacing slightly as he pulls at your hair.

"That I will, that I will," he grits out, lowering his mouth to yours quickly and precisely. His lips are larger than his younger friend's and they threaten to engulf yours. His tongue forces its way into your lips making you gasp at his intrusion. After several seconds, you feel his mouth pull at your lips. Your lips are released and his blue eyes once again center on yours. "I want you, little one, and it is not something that I am used to dealing with. Watching you with Obi-Wan has made me needy for you."

"I offer myself as I did to your apprentice.whatever you need, Qui-Gon, you need only take." You sigh as his hand lands on your breast. His fingers are larger and leaner than his apprentice's hand, and they know exactly where to pull, and where to press. His eyes sparkle with want and you feel as though you have been hunted and caught.

"If that is what you truly offer, then I accept." He intones, watching his hand move on your breast. "But you reserve the right to tell me to end it, if you so choose and I will, understood? My tastes, little one, run more exotic than my young friend here."

You shudder as his hands move to his tunic. This man will waste no time, but you also no, that he will also strive for your pleasure. As he removes his clothing, you groan in expectation. Obi-Wan strokes your shoulder and watches his master remove his clothing much as you do, coated in raindew.

The inner tunic that covers his chest lands very near your head and you feel the breeze of disturbed air form its descent as it brushes your cheeks. Once his chest is uncovered, your eyes center on him and you groan. You are excited from the young Jedi's fumbling yet endearing touches, and seeing his large man disrobing to continue your pleasure is driving you insane. His chest is broad- his shoulders more so. His long hair falls to dust the bundles of muscles there. His throat is mostly covered by a close cropped beard. His hands long and tapered at the end of powerful arms, are reaching to unlatch his pants. As they descend down the length of his legs, you gasp, and Obi-Wan's hand tightens on your shoulder. Qui-Gon's cock is large, incredibly so, arching away from his body with a slight curve. As he bends to move the rest of his clothes from his body, his eyes meet yours with and hold. Their blue depths swirl with the rain, appearing pools of desire.

"What do you know how to do?" his voice groans low, sweeping across you.

"Many things," you answer, unwilling to talk when touch is much more acceptable, "and what I don't know, I can learn- you do not scare me. Your eyes are too clear for you to be harmful."

His nod is quick and controlled, as are his breaths. He stalks the remainder of distance to you and directs his next words at Obi-Wan. "Her injuries are not troublesome, Padawan. Take my cloak and spread it out in the center of the thicket. I will need the room, as will you and she."

Obi-Wan rises slowly, a faint smile on his lips, and he moves to do his Master's bidding. You rise on your elbows to smile at the elder Jedi. Room, indeed! You smile wider, as his hand extends to you, courteous and gracious, to help you rise to your feet. The politeness of the move is betrayed by his alert erection bobbing inches from your face. You rise, standing, coming to rest at your full height, almost a standard foot shorter than this man does. He growls as he bends to kiss your lips soundly, before sliding his arm around your hips and pulling you across the grass to his apprentice and his cloak, black against the green ground. As you enter the center of the thicket, you gasp as cold drops land on your heated, aroused flesh.

He lowers you to the cloak so that you are kneeling on your knees. Your hair tumbles down your back to tangle with your legs, and you sigh as its coldness brushes you. The Jedi Master stalks around in front of you with heavy breaths, motioning for his `Padawan' to join you on the ground. His voice sounds again, liquid and heavy, flowing to your ears, "have you ever tasted a man, little one?"

You raise your face to his, noting the knitted brows, close in concentration. Your eyes lower to his cock, and then travel back up his chest to his face. "Of course, Qui-Gon, since before my awareness."

"I want your lips on me, then," he growls, "I have thought of nothing else since you clung to me last night after the second fight."

You close your eyes as shivers move up and down your spine in response to his request. This is an act that you are able to perform with surety. You rise on your knees, to make you even with his proud manhood, but he stops your movement with yet another request. "I want you to taste me while letting my apprentice taste you."

Your lips fall open and he groans, sinking on his knees suddenly in front of you. His large, warm palm cradles your face and his thumb traces your lips. You gulp and meet his eyes, "how is that possible, Qui-Gon? I need to be in this position to take you."

"You will straddle on his face." Qui-Gon answers, rubbing your lips with gentleness contradicting his words. "Your lips are so thick and inviting, little one, and distracting as hell."

Obi-Wan groans from behind you. "Master?"

"You will learn, my Padawan, how to pleasure a woman. Lie down on the cloak, Obi-Wan." The naked apprentice hurries to do his master's orders while his eyes and mouth remain open.

When the young man is resting on his back, Qui-Gon nods to him and sweeps over you with his eyes. "Straddle his face, little one, with your thighs, let him lick at you. I know you have had this done to you before, this is not the first time."

You nod, "but never in this position."

"Something new, then," Qui-Gon smiles.

You look to the young Jedi lying on his Master's cloak, his auburn hair light against the fabric. An occasional raindrop falls to his face and runs course down his well-featured face. He entreats you with his eyes to do as his Master has said. With a sigh that is shaky with desire, you move to him, lowering yourself on his upper chest. For all your eagerness and drive in the sexual arts, to move to sit upon his mouth is too awe-inspiring in its image that you hesitate. With a moan of pain/pleasure, Obi-Wan grabs your hips and moves you to his incinerating mouth. As you settle, your thighs wide and spread over his visage, you look down, only seeing his green-fire eyes over your joining.

As his tongue begins to bathe you, running over you intimate opening, you gasp and roll your eyes back into their sockets. Again, this young man is driven by instinct, knowning that thrust his tongue within you as his rough lips run over the bundle of nerves hidden there.

Qui-Gon grunts in approval as he watches Obi-Wan for a moment. His hand still rests on your cheek, gentle. He leaves his student with one last order- "Keep going, Obi-Wan, increase her pleasure."

With a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth, his hand falls to the back of your neck. You can barely concentrate o his words as he speaks to you- you feel only Obi-Wan's tongue and his fingers separating you.

"Take me in your mouth, little one, suckle me. Tease me with those maddening lips of yours." His grip tightens in your hair to keep your eyes on his. A thin layer of moisture covers his face, and his lips are slack. Drops rest in his hair, making it glisten and you moan. This man wants you. Terribly, and completely- his eyes are hazed, the blue almost obscured by the black of his pupils. "Take me as deep as you can," he grits out, dropping his hand to sweep his thumb across your aching breast. "Take me and it will be returned to you."

You groan as he rises to his feet. Sculptured thighs pass your line of vision, only to be replaced by the Jedi's cock. It is well-formed, jutting, curved toward the cloudy sky. As you reach for his legs, a moan erupts from beneath you. You gulp as you feel hot panting breaths steaming you thighs. "Gods.." Obi-Wan's deep rich voice fills the air caught on a groan. You realize that this young man under you is about to get an eyeful and you grin gently. You lay your hands on the potent muscles of Qui-Gon's thighs, curling your fingers into him as best as you can.

As Qui-Gon's hands fall to your head to steady himself, you gently run your tongue over his tip. It is smooth coated with salty residue, but it is a taste that you crave. Carefully, one of your hands falls to cup his sac, hanging heavy beneath his shaft. Tilting it upwards to the sky, you run your tongue from its base to its tip. Every ridge is plain for the feeling. As you again run your tongue over his tip, he grips a handful of your hair, wrapping it around one shaking fist. You smile against him as you hear his strangled voice. "In you rmouth. Between your lips and in your throat, little one..do not tease..suckle my cock well..ready me for you."

You grunt envisioning his cock glistening with your slaiva, readying at your entrance. Obi-Wan echoes your verbal response and again begins to tongue you well.

Your mouth opens on a gasp as desire floods you at the renewed caress. Qui-Gon takes advantage of your parted lips and seizes his shaft to place its tip between them. He rubs it gently around your lips with purpose before using a small thrust to place him within.

You drop your jaw as you feel his breacth break your lips. He is an exceptionally large man and you have barely enough clearance in your mouth to take him. Calmly, his hand opens and his palm spreads to cover your skull. You realize that he is giving you the ability to choose a pattern, a temp and you lean forward to allow all of him that you can into your mouth.

You barely make it half-way.

Silence falls in the forest, as you draw gulping breath after gulping breath. Both Jedi are panting near you- Qui-Gon from his stance over you and Obi-Wan from beneath your head. You open your eyes to see the heavy, low hanging gray sky. With a grimace, you turn your face to lay it on the young Jedi's abdomen, only to be confronted with a very eager, very ready erection. As your breath falls on it, Obi-Wan groans and twitches his hips. Qui-Gon grabs your flung hand and pulls you off of Obi-Wan and into his arms in less time than it takes for a heart beat.

His lips latch onto the skin under your ear with a growl. His teeth scrape with thinly veiled power down your bared neck. You shudder as his voice, gravel and rough as his caresses, bathes your ear in its melted chocolate warmth. "You will not take him again, little one. Not until I have you." He pulls your hair to the side to sink his teeth into your flesh, drawing blood. It is not hurtful, but highly erotic and you wind one of your feet to ledge on the shelf made by his buttocks and back. He continues. "You will have a man, little one, and you will not want the boy again, I guarantee it."

"Master." Obi-Wan begins to protest, rising on his elbows to look at the two of you.

Qui-Gon shoots Obi-Wan a look of understanding and nudges him with his foot. As he bends to place you down on the cloak, his lips again clamp on your neck. You grasp at his broad shoulders, relying on his innate gentleness. His body is all hard muscle appearing and feeling for the entire world as chiseled stone, hand sculpted and lovingly molded for perfection. As he sets you down, you feel his cock press into your side. You inhale at the hardness, but more so for the unbearable heat that you feel radiating out from him. You turn your head to look at the muscle, seeing it blood filled and visibly shaking. "Qui-Gon?" you ask lowly.

"I cannot hold off much longer, little one." He breathes out, gently leading you to lean over. You know what he is leading you to do, and you shiver in expectation. Being taken like an animal is one of your favorite positions; you enjoy feeling the power and strength of the man behind you, thrusting, pulsing. Your hands fall to the ground, supporting your weight. Obi-Wan lies in front of you, watching your breasts sway as you come to rest on your hands. Qui-Gon groans as you arch your back without his even having to lay a hand on you. You know that it affords him a view of his intended target and willing give him that view.

You feel a large hand squeeze and scrunch you buttock, separating your flesh to allow better sight. His hand is white hot, feeling like molten iron, branding your flesh. You hiss a breath as his hand drifts down between your thighs to dip into your desire. Then you feel him move between your thighs, nudging them a little wider to accommodate his own. You brace yourself on your hands, preparing for the onslaught of this bear of a man.

Instead, all that you feel is the heaviness of his cock brushing the skin of your buttocks. You know that he is teasing you, watching you squirm as his head nudges your skin, seeking and probing for entrance. He leans down, as his finger yet again dips into you, and then presses deep. You barely feel its presence as slippery as you are. He groans as he removes his hand and places a strong arm on either side of you. You arch again as his chest touches your back.

"Want your mate, my little kitten?" he jokes, enjoying your stretch to touch his skin. "Your body is calling mine, wanting to be marked and claimed. I can hear it, can you? Think you can take your lion, lioness?" He grabs you hair gently, not yanking it and winds it around his fist. This causes your head to fall back, your breasts to jut and your buttocks to rise higher as your back bows. His groan echoes in the wood as he sits back on his folded legs between your thighs. You feel cold and lonely as you miss his warm chest. You whimper in want as you feel him rise.

"Then take me, lioness," his voice is a growl, words barely distinguishable from the sound. You feel his burning hot saber spread your opening and enter slowly. One of his hands, once he is guided to your entrance, falls to grab your hip. The other hand remains in your hair, pulling slightly to make you thrust backwards on his cock. You open your mouth but no sound comes out as you feel the largest cock you have ever had in your life press into you. Splitting you.you gasp as he allows a quirk of his hips and he slides quicker into your warmth.

"Ummmm." he groans, grasping your hip and pulling back on your hair making your neck arch. "a lioness that is not been properly mated, tight."

You scream as you feel him suddenly push the rest of his length into you. Obi-Wan's eyes, as you see him, are wide and fixed on where his Master has entered you. He whimpers lowly.

Qui-Gon responds to the sound with a quirk of his hips. "Watch, Obi-Wan, I will show you how a man claims his mate. Learn your lesson well."

You whimper as he pulls his hips back and you feel every inch of his cock moving in you. He slides himself back and forth only inches for a moment before pushing himself deep within you again. He leans forward, wrapping an arm under you for a moment, releasing your hip. He pulls your hair until he is able to lick at your ear and neck. "Come for me, little one. I want to feel you milk me. Show my padawan how a woman looks when she is getting herself fucked well."

You groan in answer as he leans back up and his large hand lands on your hip again and he begins to pump in earnest.

You curl your fingers into the rough material of the cloak beneath you as you search for a steadying influence. Your mouth is full of half-screams and cries and pleads. "More.Qui-Gon.."

"Harder?" He grates out, moving his hips back. "Is that what..ummm.."

You grip at the material below. Anything.anything to steady you. His cock is immense and the angle at which he enters you is perfect for hitting that sweet spot inside of you. You arch your back as he pulls your hair and your hip together making you move in counteraction to his thrusts. His growls begin to get deeper as his thrusts become harder.

"My little..tigress ..tight..ugh.so very tight..." each word is punctuated by a powerful thrust that threatens to throw you forward. You see the legs of Obi-Wan as he inches closer to you. His hand is encasing his own erection, pulling at it almost angrily. You grimace as you watch his face contort out of the corner of your eye.

Qui-Gon curls his fingers into your flank muscle, almost bodily moving you to receive his thrusts. "Never.had..your tiger..before.little one..ummmm..so good.."

You feel your teeth digging into your lips, and realize that you are trying to contain your own screams. Releasing them, the feel numb but come alive as you release moan after moan of pleads. You need all of him, hard, pounding. "Harder, Jedi, faster..please.."

His answer is to quicken his thrusts, making them shorter, adding a circular motion to his hips. You cry out as you feel him rub and then dance on your sweet spot that is pulsing inside of you. His breaths are explosive as they rush past his teeth over you. "I am close..little one..soon..ugh.take your..mate's..cock." his hand unwinds from your hair to fall to your other hip. "Now..my..now..come now.."

You throw back your head and twist to the side in your new freedom to glimpse of the man fucking you so skillfully. His eyes are shut, his mouth is slack. His powerful chest glistens and moves as his hips do- with little control or rhythm. Feeling your eyes on him, his eyes open and he meets yours with an intense burn, smoldering like the fire near you. Seeing him gather control, you shudder inside in anticipation.

"Like this?" he asks, reaching a hand under you to curl into your hair, latching onto your bundle with two fingers. "Do you like me...uh.claiming you..ummm.you.."

"Yes." you whisper, your throat dry and cracked from your screams, "take me..ugh..yeah...yes...ummm.like that..oh..." your words are forced between your lips with each of his thrusts. As his fingers pinch your bundle and he thrusts deep in you, he leans forward one more time.

His teeth are a sudden and unexpected occurrence. He bites down on your tendon in your shoulder, biting hard. His hips surge, pushing his cock to the entrance of your womb. As he feels you tighten as he rubs over your spot, he rubs your clit between two fingers, he waits momentarily and then releases, allowing bloodflow back into the area of skin. As feeling returns, your spot inside triggers an orgasm. His teeth dig into your flesh as he growls. With a sudden movement, he throws his head back and gasps. "Gods.how.can .you .get ..tighter..ugh.milking me."

You throw your head from side to side feeling a long and immense wave of pleasure lifts you and deposits you in the ether. Your arms collapse under you, and you fall forward. You are unable to think, unable to move, and are grateful when Qui-Gon lifts your hips to his. With a groan, he pulls back out of you and you gasp in surprise. You could feel his approaching orgasm as he had been expanding in your channel. Not missing a beat, the Jedi Master lifts you and turns you, almost throwing you to the cloak again, this time on your back.

You relax as best you can, and allow him to move your legs to his shoulders. This lifts your hips and opening so that his strokes need to be downward. With a grunt, he thrusts back inside, causing your hands to curl on the cloak. He leans on his arms, allowing his cock to thrust solely, not competing with any other part of his body. Talk is unnecessary as he thrusts incredibly hard and well. Your fingers grip his shoulders and mark them as he turns his face to yours and his eyes- his blue, blue eyes lock with yours. His whispered plead is your end.

"Please."

You arch your back as you feel him expand on his next thrust and he then pushes deeply inside of you. You had not return quite to earth from your last outstanding orgasm, and his deep thrust makes your toes curl and your convulsions to begin again.

You scream your pleasure as the Jedi above you moans his. swirling colors.you can taste your orgasm. Suddenly his cock expands and explodes; you feel his hot essence course through you and you groan. He falls forward on his arms and rests momentarily.

His massive cock remains hard inside of you, gradually softening. With a soft cry, you feel a small spurt of come land on you hand on Qui-Gon's back and you know that Obi-Wan has finished himself. You could care less. These men have killed you.

At that thought, Qui-Gon lifts his head to look at you. With a gentle hand he brushes your hair and tears from your eyes. Without a word, and caring not for the mess that Obi-Wan has just made, he wraps you in his cloak, turning sideways on the ground. "Rest." He states, plainly, "sleep in the den with the cub and the mate, little one."

You nod. Although you will have to go back to your father's farm and let him know of your outcome, all you can think to do is close your eyes. And with that, as your mind thinks of the future, your present becomes the blackness of sleep.