Master Apprentice  Archive Jedi Sammich |
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Archive: MA, any others just ask, I probably won't say no
My Home Page: http://www.jediphiles.com/~mali
Category: First Time, Romance, PWP
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: None
Pairing: O/f; Q/f; Q/O/f; Q/O
Summary: What happens when get 2 beautiful Jedi to agree to have sex with you, at the same time?
Disclaimer: These beautiful boys aren't mine, they belong to George. I'm just playing with them for a bit. I promise to put them back when I'm done. Don't sue - I've got no money. I've spent it all on seeing TPM way too many times and buying SW toys and feeding my Liam obsession.
Feedback: Oh yes, please. Good, bad or indifferent.
Author's Notes: This is for my dear friend, Master Yowler. You asked for it and here it is. I hope you think it's yummy.
Special thanks to Jennifer and Fox for their great beta, though I didn't use all of their suggestions.
You sit quietly in the temple gardens enjoying the peace and solitude they afford you. You've been there for quite some time, trying to sort through the jumbled thoughts that continue to assail your mind.
"Much confusion I sense in you."
You turn to see your old friend standing a short distance away. You smile in welcome and make room on the bench as the Master shuffles over, leaning heavily on his gimmer stick. He scrambles nimbly up, his ease belying his many years, and sits on the bench next to you.
"You know I've been summoned?" you ask.
"Know this I do," he answers. "Thought you ready for this, I did."
"I thought I was too," you say quietly. "But I guess I thought it would be a while yet."
"Good man is Fejry. Much love he has for you. Long time has he waited."
"I know he is a good man, Yoda. I am very lucky that my parents found him for me. And I do care about him as well, you know that."
"Much younger than you are most brides from your world."
"It's not that. I am grateful that I've been allowed so many years as an adult before I begin my life as Fejry's wife. I know that we will be happy together. It's just that . . ." you trail off, not able to look at Yoda.
"Long time have we been friends, Chena," Yoda says, placing his ancient hand on yours. "Tell me anything, you can."
"I know this is going to sound silly," you begin hesitantly. "Before I go, there is one thing I really want."
"Listening I am."
"I, um, well," you fumble. Then taking a deep breath you continue in a rush, "I want to sleep with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan."
You wait for the laugh that is sure to come but after a few moments of silence, you risk a glance at the old Master. He is watching you speculatively, his chin resting on the top of his gimmer stick.
"Aren't you going to say something?" you finally ask, a little fearfully.
"Thinking I am," he responds slowly. "Tell you something now I will. Lifebonded these two should be, but know it they do not. Refuse to see the obvious they do."
"Lifebonded?" you gasp. "I had no idea."
"Hide it well they do. From each other most of all. Known it I have since before Obi-Wan as a Padawan Qui-Gon took. Always am I looking for ways to make them see. Have an idea I do. Help them maybe you can."
"Me?"
"If agreement from them to sleep with you I get, willing to try my idea you would be?"
"Yoda, you know that you, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon are the three people I hold dearest to my heart. I would love to see them lifebonded, and to know that I may have helped that bond come to fruition would please me no end."
"Make plans then, I must," Yoda says as he climbs off the bench. "Come to my quarters tomorrow after noon meal, you will. Tell you everything then, I shall."
You watch him as he slowly shuffles off, your own thoughts once again spinning out of control. If you thought the idea of sleeping with the two most incredible Jedi in the galaxy was a turn on, the idea of the two of them together is off your erotic meter.
The next day you have a tough time staying focused on your job as Chief Scribe to the Temple. No matter how hard you try you cannot keep your thoughts from straying to those two gorgeous Jedi. They are two of your closest friends and sleeping with them is something you have fantasized about for years. You can't wait to find out what Yoda has planned.
Finally it is time to break for lunch, and though you are not hungry, you force yourself to eat a small salad at your desk. Once you have finished, you clear off your desk and spend a few minutes in the fresher, making sure you look somewhat presentable. Then, with a calmness you do not feel, you make your way through the Temple halls to Master Yoda's door.
Before you raise your hand to the chime, the door is opened and Yoda is ushering you inside. Even with its high humidity and low ceilings, you have always felt comfortable and safe here.
"Changed your mind you have not?" Yoda asks as he leads you through the common room and into a small chamber. Indicating a cushion on the floor, he motions for you to sit.
"Oh, no. Of course not," you respond enthusiastically as you sink down to the cushion. "What do you have planned?"
"Sent for Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan I have," Yoda begins. "Be here shortly they will. In here you will wait while speak to them I will. No secrets from you I have. Hear everything you can."
"Yoda?" you ask nervously. "Do you think this will work?"
"Want to be with them badly you do?"
You nod slowly, unable to look at him.
"Want them bonded as well?"
This time you look him in the eye, nodding again.
"Trust me you do?"
"Very much so, my old friend," you answer truthfully.
"Trust you I do, too, yes, yes. Trust the Force even more I do. Feel this is right with the Force I do."
You look at him in surprise. "I know you feel it is right for them to be together, but you feel that way about me being with them as well?"
"Feel it I do. Know your heart well, I think. Good person you are. Lucky Fejry is in you to have found a mate."
The chime sounds then and Yoda smiles at you. "Patient you must be. Not long and answers we will have." He backs out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.
You hear him cross the common room, muttering to himself, and you settle yourself on the cushion to wait.
"Come in, come in," you hear Yoda say.
"You sent for us, Master?" Qui-Gon asks.
"Sent for you I did, yes, yes. Sit sit. Talk to you I must."
You hear the sound of cloth rustling and can imagine Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan taking their places on the cushions.
"Her summons has Chena received. Leaving us soon she will be."
"Already?" Obi-Wan asks. "I mean, I knew she would be called. I guess I just thought it would be a while, yet." You smile at his words and feel sad at the same time.
"Care for her you do?"
"You know we both do, Master Yoda," Qui-Gon says quietly. "It is hard not to care for someone as special as she is." You feel a lump beginning to form in your throat as your heart fills with the love you have for the three men in the other room.
"Cares very much for both of you Chena does. Asks a special favor from you both she has." You realize you are holding your breath and force yourself to relax. "Wishes to spend time with you she does."
"She's always welcome to spend time with us," you hear Obi-Wan say. "Why would she need to ask that through you, Master Yoda?"
"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon says, and you wince at the tone. "I sense there is more to this than just her wanting to spend time with us."
"Right your Master is, Obi-Wan. Know of the rituals involved with the marriage ceremony of her people you do?"
"I am familiar with that culture," you hear Qui-Gon say. "It is the right of the bride to chose the one to take her virginity before the marriage ceremony. Is this what you are referring to Master?"
"What?" Obi-Wan gasps as realization washes over him. "She wants us?"
"No," Qui-Gon cuts him off. You can't help but roll your eyes. "I will not do that to Fejry."
"Notified has Fejry been. Approved of this he has." You are surprised to hear this. You would have contacted him yourself once the boys had agreed to Yoda's plan. You are not surprised, however, that Fejry approved. He thought very highly of the two Jedi and this was the way of your people.
"She wants both of us to, um, do that?" Obi-Wan begins and you have to stifle a giggle at his hesitation.
"Unusual her request is," Yoda agrees. "But unheard of it is not."
"At the same time?" Obi-Wan's voice has gone an octave higher, and again you feel the need to giggle loudly.
"Up to her that will be if willing you are."
"I would be willing," you hear Obi-Wan say softly. "If, that is, you would be Master."
Qui-Gon is silent for a moment and you start to get nervous. You want this so badly. Want them so badly.
"We will do as Chena wishes," Qui-Gon finally says and your heart soars.
Unable to stay seated, you bound off your cushion, throw open the door and run into the common room. Barely aware of Yoda's frown and Obi-Wan's grin, you fling yourself at Qui-Gon, wrapping your arms around his neck and settling comfortably in his lap.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," you say as you bury your face in his hair.
"Hey, I said yes too," you hear Obi-Wan grumble. Disentangling yourself from Qui-Gon, but still sitting in his lap you reach over to Obi-Wan and pull him close, hugging him fiercely.
"Thank you, Obi-Wan, you can't know what this means to me.
"My Padawan is nothing if not unselfish," Qui-Gon says dryly.
You look over at Qui-Gon and can't help returning the smile you see on his face. "I love you guys so much!" you say reaching one arm around Qui-Gon's neck so that you can hug them both at the same time.
"Hmmph," you hear just as Yoda whacks you across your backside with his gimmer stick.
"Ow!" you say with a grin. Then you push yourself away from the two Jedi in your arms and move to Yoda, hugging him tightly. "What a wonderful friend you are," you tell him, feeling the lump in your throat again. You turn from him and look at Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. "What wonderful friends you all are."
"More to say, I have," the Master growls. "If finished gushing you are." You know he is teasing and you love it.
"I think I'm through, for the moment," you say as you flop down next to him.
"Spoke to the council I have. Two weeks away from Coruscant you have been given. Leave tomorrow you will."
"Two weeks?" you ask, grinning madly. "You got us two weeks to spend together?"
"It seems you were very sure of our answer," Qui-Gon says, smiling at his old Master.
"Knew you could not say no to your friend," Yoda grins. "Want this to be special for her I do. Going to Kelu you are."
"Kelu," Obi-Wan breathes happily.
"Pack now you must," Yoda says as he rises from the floor. "Have good things to tell me when return in two weeks you will," he says as he winks at you.
You leave his quarters and head off in separate directions, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon down one hall while you take another, toward your rooms. You are glad that your shuttle leaves early the next morning, leaving you little time to really think about what you are about to do. As much as you want this, you are still a little nervous. Okay, you are a lot nervous, you admit to yourself. After all, you are a virgin, and you are about to spend two weeks with a couple of incredibly sexy Jedi whose only agenda is to make love to you. As much as you want, any way you want. Plus there was that little promise you made to Yoda. You don't even want to think about what will be involved in getting the boys to recognize their feelings for each other, much less acting on them. Oh well, you think, you never were one to turn down a challenge.
Your com unit is blinking when you enter your rooms, so the first thing you do is sit at your desk and log on to the Temple system to read your messages. The first is from Yoda, telling you that all information about where you will be staying has been downloaded to a datapad and will be waiting for you on board the ship. The second is from Fejry and you can't help but smile when you see him on the small holovid.
"Sweet Chena," the holovid begins. "I could not be more thrilled by your choice of Firsts. I knew you would chose one of them, knowing how close you are, but I worried about how hard it might be for you to chose one over the other. Your solution is one I would have never thought of, but I feel its rightness nonetheless. I know your time with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan will be wonderful and special and I am so glad you will have those memories. I love you, my beautiful bride, and look forward to you claiming your rightful place by my side. Until that time, my love, be happy and safe."
You can no longer hold back the tears that have threatened off and on through out this marvelous day. They slide unheeded down your cheeks as you sit at your desk contemplating how truly lucky you are. You have never felt more special, more loved than you do at this moment and you will cherish this memory forever.
You fix yourself a light dinner and spend the rest of the evening packing. Then after a long, hot bath, you settle in bed, sure that you are too excited to sleep. The next thing you know you are waking to the sound of the chrono beeping loudly, and you are surprised to find that not only did you sleep, but you slept very well.
Jumping from the bed you hurry into the fresher and take a quick shower and then get dressed. You are so excited that you feel as if you are walking on air. Finally it is time to leave and you grab your bags and nearly dance through the hallways to the shuttle bay.
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan are already there, you note, not surprised, and both turn to smile at you as you hurry to the shuttle. They each take a bag from you and you give them both a quick kiss and a hug.
"Ready, guys?" you ask a little nervously as you head up the platform.
"Right behind you, Chena," Obi-Wan laughs and follows you with Qui-Gon bringing up the rear.
They stow your bags while you just stand there, not sure of what happens next. Sensing your discomfort, Qui-Gon says, "Obi-Wan and I are going to spend the flight meditating. Why don't you just relax a bit and we'll talk when we land."
"Thank you Qui-Gon," you say with relief, for you really haven't allowed yourself to think about any of the details.
You watch as they move to the back of the shuttle and enter a smaller compartment. After the door slides closed, you sink down on one of the seats just as you feel the shuttle take off. It should take about four hours to reach Kelu, and you are really glad you won't have to spend that time trying to make nervous conversation with Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon.
Your nervousness surprises you a little. These men are your friends, have been for a long, long time. You've shared so much with them in the past, as they have with you. It almost seems funny to you that you would actually be nervous about spending four hours with them. Of course knowing that you are about to sleep with them does have a way of changing your view of things.
You should probably spend the time thinking about how you are going to go about this, but you don't. Never one for planning, you would rather this just go with the flow. Instead, you spend the time thinking about why you love these two men so much.
You remember how they welcomed you into their lives and their hearts only days after your arrival on Coruscant when Yoda introduced you to them. They seemed to sense your fear and loneliness, and they went out of their way to make you feel at home. You spent hours in their quarters playing cards or board games with them, watching holovids with them, or getting them involved in lengthy political debates.
Within weeks of your arrival, the three of you were nearly inseparable, unless they were off on a mission. The other Masters even began referring to the three of you as Qui-Gon and his Padawans. If you weren't with them, you could usually be found with Yoda, preferring the company of these three Jedi to any others. It was Yoda who got you the job of Chief Scribe of the Temple, a job you thoroughly enjoyed. Yes, it was easy to see why you loved them so much.
The sound of the shuttle's engines slowing brings you out of your reverie and you know you will be landing soon. The Jedi must have heard it as well, because after a moment you notice the door opening and look back to see them heading towards you.
"Hi guys," you say softly. "Enjoy your meditations?"
Obi-Wan saunters over and slings an arm around your shoulders as he slides into the seat next to you. "We sure did, Chena," he says with a smile. "Because they were all about you."
Qui-Gon takes the seat across from you and takes one of your hands into his larger one. "We don't want you to be nervous about this, Little One," he says, using his 'Soothing Master' voice. "We know this will be your first time, and that alone is enough to make one apprehensive. We want you to know that you are very special to us and we are honored that you have asked us to be your First. We have meditated deeply to understand our feelings towards you and about this."
"Qui-Gon wanted to make sure there wouldn't be any competition between us," Obi-Wan interrupts grinning. "Or any jealousy."
"It is a valid concern, Padawan. I would do nothing that would either hurt Chena or cause a problem between the two of us."
"You see Obi-Wan," you say teasingly. "That's why they pay him the big bucks. Cause he is so wise!"
Obi-Wan grins at you and you hear Qui-Gon chuckle.
You turn to look at Qui-Gon. "Thank you Qui-Gon for your concern. You both mean so much to me. I am really nervous but I know this is right."
You are spared any more conversation by the landing of the shuttle. There are four large, woolly animals tethered near the landing site, and the pilot indicates they are for the three of you, with one to be used as a pack animal.
"They are called mokeeks," the pilot says. "And don't let their large size fool you, they are actually quite fast, but very gentle."
Qui-Gon helps you into the saddle of one of the mokeeks and then mounts another one while Obi-Wan does the same. Qui-Gon takes the rope for the fourth mokeek from the pilot and the three of you head down the trail the pilot pointed out.
You travel through the woods for about an hour following the trail until you come upon a small clearing. In the midst of the clearing stands a low stone structure surrounded by a porch. It looks cozy and welcoming.
"Oh this is great!" you say as you slide easily from your mokeek. "I'm going to go look around."
"Go ahead," Qui-Gon says. "Obi-Wan and I will get our things."
You run into the house and stop, feeling your jaw drop. It is incredible, you think. You are in the common room and though the walls are stone, it feels warm and cozy. Several large chairs and couches are scattered throughout the room and one wall is nothing but a huge fireplace. Throw rugs are strewn about the wooden floor. The far wall is glass from floor to ceiling and you find yourself looking out at what appears to be an enchanted garden with a small brook bubbling noisily through it.
You move into the kitchen and quickly begin opening the many drawers and closets, noting they are fully stocked as are the freezer and cooler. A beautiful wooden table dominates the room and again, one wall is glass, this one also looking out at the beautiful garden. You twirl around, thrilled at what you are seeing.
Next you head into the room on the other side of the large common room and you are almost giddy with excitement. The bedroom is huge, as is the bed in the center of the room. Large bay windows with inviting window seats, a table next to the bed and two large clothes chests complete the furnishings. It is all very lovely, you think.
One last room calls you, and you step into the fresher and gasp. An enormous sunken tub, the size of a small swimming pool, is the focus of the room. You look up and gasp again at the glassed ceiling. Off to the side is a shower, big enough to hold several people comfortably. You wonder if you should pinch yourself to find out if this is real.
"You are not dreaming, Little One," Qui-Gon says moving up behind you. You look back at him and grin. "I hate when you do that."
"Do what?" he asks innocently.
You roll your eyes at him. "You know what I'm talking about. When you read my mind."
"You are broadcasting quite loudly," Obi-Wan says as he joins you in the fresher.
"Is this fantastic, or what?" you ask, grinning at them.
"You are fantastic," Obi-Wan says moving between you and Qui-Gon. "This is merely incredible."
Suddenly shy, you realize where you are. In the fresher, with a tub that could only be meant for sharing, with the men of your dreams.
Qui-Gon tries to come again to your rescue. "Obi-Wan," he says gently. "Let's give the lady some time."
"No, I don't think I want any more time." And with that you grab the nearest Jedi, which happens to be Obi-Wan, and pull him close. Wrapping your arms around his neck you pull his face down to yours, kissing him softly. You feel his arms wrap around you as his lips open to your gentle probing. You slide your tongue easily past his teeth and into his mouth and he softly sucks on it. You groan and move closer. He releases your tongue and follows you back into your mouth and you feel him swirling his tongue around yours.
"Oh my," you say as you pull away from him. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time."
"As have I," Obi-Wan whispers in your ear.
You look over and see Qui-Gon leaning against the doorjamb arms crossed. "I wonder," you say, leaving the arms of Obi-Wan and heading towards his Master. "How do you taste?"
"I can only think of one way to find out," Qui-Gon smiles as you move into his arms. His large hands slide up your back to your neck, cradling the back of your head as he slowly lowers his mouth to yours. His lips touch yours in the barest of kisses, a mere whisper, and then he softly pulls your bottom lip into his, sucking gently, his tongue running lightly over your lip. The sensation sends pulses of desire straight to your crotch, making you moan. He releases your lip and moves his tongue between your teeth and you gasp when his tongue makes contact with yours. His kiss is so soft and sweet and it leaves you breathless.
"Wow," you say when he finally releases you.
"Wow, indeed," Qui-Gon responds softly.
"Shall we take this into the bedroom?" Obi-Wan asks, his voice shaky.
"If I can walk that far," you answer, your voice just as shaky.
"No need to worry, Little One," Qui-Gon says as he easily picks you up in his massive arms. You are carried to the bed and gently deposited among the luxuriously thick blankets.
You feel the bed dip on either side as the Jedi join you. You look up into incredible sapphire blue eyes and then turn slightly to gaze into gorgeous gray-green eyes. Both men are smiling at you and you feel as if you are a kid in a candy shop, having just been given your fondest desire. Oh yes, you think, this is going to be quite delectable.
"What do you want, Chena?" Qui-Gon whispers. "You need only to tell us."
Obi-Wan leans over and kisses you softly.
"I want you to make love to me," you whisper as Obi-Wan's mouth moves to your neck.
"Which one do you want first?" Obi-Wan growls against your throat.
"Both of you," you gasp reaching out for Qui-Gon. "Either of you. I don't care. I want you both so badly. You decide. Just do something."
You feel Obi-Wan's mouth leave your throat as he looks at his Master and you can tell they are sharing a silent communication. Obi-Wan grins and then reaches down to take your mouth again in his, kissing you deeply. Both men stretch out beside you and you feel several hands moving over your body.
You shudder when a large hand finds your breast and even through your clothing you can feel the heat from the callused fingers as they gently pinch and flick your nipple. You groan into Obi-Wan's mouth as you arch up into the touch.
Pulling away from the wonderful lips ravaging yours, you grumble, "too many clothes."
"May I?" Obi-Wan asks, grinning wickedly.
"Be my guest, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon responds as he leans over to take your mouth softly in his.
Obi-Wan rolls off the bed and you realize he's getting undressed, not undressing you.
"Mmm," you say pulling away from Qui-Gon. "Want to watch."
Obi-Wan is standing next to the bed, making sure you are watching. Qui-Gon rests his head on one hand, his elbow on the bed, as he lazily begins to unbutton your blouse.
Obi-Wan slides his hands down the front of his tunics before coming to rest at his belt. With a flick of his wrist, the belt slides to the floor followed a moment later by his sash. His tunic falls open and, gazing at you, he slides his hands up his bare chest, pausing to flick a nipple. You hear a slight gasp from Qui-Gon and smile secretly, glad to know he is watching his Padawan.
The young man moves his hands once again down his chest and then shrugs slightly and his tunic falls to the floor. He lifts his leg to rest his foot lightly on the bed as he quickly unbuckles the fastenings of his boot. Even through his leggings, his erection is obvious as he poses for you. Dropping his foot to the floor, he steps out of his boot. Then he repeats the performance with his other boot.
"He is certainly enjoying this, isn't he?" Qui-Gon asks, his voice firm and steady.
"We certainly are," you grin knowingly up at him before your eyes travel back to the show Obi-Wan is putting on.
Once he has removed both boots, he moves his hands to his waistband and runs a finger lightly under the elastic while the other hand plays with his drawstring. Teasingly he unties the drawstring and his leggings sag just a little. Making sure you are watching he then moves a hand inside and down to his erection and you can see him moving his hand up and down through the cloth. He uses his other hand to reach between his legs and he fondles his balls through his leggings.
"Should I take these off now?" he teases arching his hips. "Or wait a bit?"
"Now," Qui-Gon growls, having forgotten all about the buttons on your shirt. Then seeming to catch himself he adds, "The lady said we were wearing too many clothes."
Obi-Wan's grin gets even bigger as he too catches the sound of Qui-Gon's voice. You glance up at Qui-Gon and notice his eyes have darkened and you find that strangely erotic. Watching him try to ignore his attraction for his Padawan is more of a turn-on than Obi-Wan's strip tease, though that is also quite nice.
Smiling lewdly at you, Obi-Wan wiggles his hips suggestively and the leggings slip another notch. Finally he removes his hands from inside his pants and pushes the leggings down over his erection and they float to the floor.
"Oh, look at you," you sigh, taking in the beautiful sight before you. His thick cock stands straight up from the nest of reddish curls at the base. His sac hangs low and heavy between his spread legs.
"What do you think of your Padawan's penis," you ask Qui-Gon, not able to stop yourself.
"He certainly looks capable," Qui-Gon answers, his voice once again back to normal.
"Well, then," Obi-Wan says as he leaps back onto the bed and reaches over to give you a quick kiss. "Who's next?"
"I think it's my turn," you say in your most seductive voice. You find that you are really enjoying this and most, if not all, of your nervousness is gone. You roll over to face Qui-Gon first and pull him down for a long, sweet kiss. Pushing your knee between his legs you rub your thigh against the hardness you feel there. "Mmm," you say breaking the kiss. "Can't wait to see that package unwrapped."
Then you roll over the other way and stop when you are on top of Obi-Wan. You tease him with your tongue on his lips, not letting him capture your mouth with his own. You slide your thighs around his so that you are groin to groin and you thrust your hips down, pressing your crotch against his throbbing erection. "Don't go anywhere, big boy," you whisper huskily as you slide off him and stand next to the bed.
"I won't be nearly as good as Obi-Wan was," you say somewhat shyly. "But I'll give it my best!"
Obi-Wan rolls over onto his side, with his back to Qui-Gon, who has moved to sit cross-legged on the bed. His hand rests on his thigh, very close to Obi-Wan's hip. You really like where this is going.
You begin with the buttons down your shirt, moving slowly as you undo them one by one. Reaching your trousers, you unbutton them languidly, then you continue with the buttons on your shirt. Once the buttons are all undone, you bring one hand up to your other shoulder and let your fingers glide easily down your arm, stopping at your wrist. You undo the button there and then repeat the action with the other arm.
You note two pairs of eyes on you and you smile, thoroughly enjoying teasing them. With a grace you hadn't known you had, you move your hands to your trousers and begin sliding them down, wiggling your hips for show. Once past your hips, they fall easily to the floor and you step out of them, having already removed your shoes. Standing in just your bra, panties and the open shirt, you feel incredibly sexy.
Mimicking Obi-Wan's earlier actions, you slide your hands up your stomach, underneath your shirt to your breasts. You stop there, cupping them, arching your back in order to push them out. You slowly circle your nipples with your thumbs, while your tongue unconsciously comes out to wet your now too-dry lips.
You hear a gasp but aren't sure who made it. Closing your eyes, you continue, sliding your hands down your flat stomach to the elastic of your panties. Using just your thumbs, you begin sliding them down, stopping just as your pubic hair is exposed. Then you begin to undulate slowly, pushing your panties further down until they too, fall the rest of the way to the floor.
You open your eyes then, wanting to watch their expressions as you slowly move your hand down to your thick curls and then down further, one finger caressing your inner lips. You surprise even yourself when you bring your finger up to your mouth, your tongue darting out to taste yourself. Then you begin slowly sucking your finger into your mouth, your tongue swirling around.
You hear Obi-Wan groan and watch with hooded lids as he reaches down to fondle himself.
"Don't," Qui-Gon gasps, reaching over to stop his Padawan's hand. "Control, Obi-Wan." You notice that when he pulls his hand back he leaves it lying on Obi-Wan's hip.
Obi-Wan groans again, but whether from restraint or the touch of Qui-Gon's hand, you aren't sure. You are amused as you watch tiny beads of sweat pop out on his forehead.
You sway seductively as you shrug off your blouse and then reach behind to unhook your bra. It slides off easily and you stand before them, naked and feeling more alive, more beautiful than you ever have in your life.
"Oops, I forgot to take off my socks," you giggle as you turn slowly around. Leaning slightly on the bed you exaggerate your pose as you bend from the waist to remove your socks, giving the Jedi a wonderful view of your rear end. You take your time, wiggling your hips continuously, loving the sound of the ragged breaths behind you.
Turning once again, you stand with your hands on your hips, your legs spread wide and stare at the two men on the bed.
"Come here," Obi-Wan groans from the bed rolling over on his back.
You climb slowly onto the bed and then on all fours, you move over to Obi-Wan and straddle him with your knees, your arms on either side of his head. He tries to thrust upwards with his hips, but you stop him by squeezing his thighs between your knees.
You grin down at him before you lower your face to capture his lovely lips in your own. When he tries to grab you and pull you closer, you wiggle out of his grasp and break the kiss. "What's the hurry, big boy?" you ask as you squat just enough to bring his weeping cock into contact with your body.
"Aagghh," he groans loudly, making you shiver. You feel a large, callused hand caressing your bottom and you glance at Qui-Gon. You lick your lips and he leans down to kiss you deeply, his tongue thrusting easily between your teeth. You shudder at the sensations coursing through your body, and Obi-Wan uses your distraction to thrust his hips hard. His cock slides easily across your clit and you moan into Qui-Gon's throat. Obi-Wan reaches up with his mouth and attaches his lips to your throat, sucking eagerly.
"Stop," you wheeze and are amazed when both men pull back slightly, eyes wide. "No, it's nothing like that," you pant, understanding their look. "Qui-Gon needs to get naked."
You roll off Obi-Wan, nearly pushing Qui-Gon out of the bed as you do so. "Now, big man," you say with a giggle. "Show us your stuff!"
You roll to your side as Qui-Gon gets off the bed and feel Obi-Wan pressing against you from behind, one hand moving around you to fondle a breast.
"I can't compete with you two, so you won't get a show," he says grinning down at you. With a flick of his hand his clothes begin to fall off him. You stare at him, openmouthed.
"He cheats," Obi-Wan chuckles in your ear.
Your jaw drops even more when your eyes move down to Qui-Gon's impressive erection. You hear Obi-Wan suck in his breath as his eyes follow yours. Qui-Gon stands for a moment, his own eyes growing even darker with desire. "Oh you are lovely," you sigh as he moves to join you in bed.
"I wonder if he tastes as good as he looks," Obi-Wan says huskily.
Oh, this is better than you could have hoped, you think to yourself.
"Only one way to find out," you answer, rolling away from Obi-Wan. You sit up and easily move to settle between Qui-Gon's large thighs. Running your hands lightly up his strongly muscled legs, you tease him, moving your hands near his thick cock, but never touching it. "What will it take to make you beg, Qui-Gon?" you ask as you continue to move closer and closer to your goal.
"Jedi Masters do not beg," he growls reaching down to tweak one of your nipples.
"Hmm," you turn to Obi-Wan. "Do you think I can make him beg?"
"I don't know about him," Obi-Wan groans loudly, "but it wouldn't take much for me to beg."
"You are too anxious, Padawan," Qui-Gon chuckles. "You must learn patience."
"I'll learn patience tomorrow, Master," Obi-Wan says, his voice cracking. "Right now I just want to beg."
"Hmm," you say again as a grin spreads across your face. "Come here big boy." You wiggle your finger at him. "Lay next to your Master and beg me to suck your beautiful cock."
"Unnngh," he groans as he slides over next to Qui-Gon, hips thrusting into the air. "Okay, okay, I'm begging."
"Pay attention, big man," you leer to Qui-Gon as you reach over to lightly run your finger across the tip of Obi-Wan's weeping cock. Obi-Wan shudders as he thrusts higher. You bring your finger to your mouth and stare at Qui-Gon while you slowly lave the tip of your finger with your tongue.
"I'm begging over here," Obi-Wan whines.
It's Qui-Gon who shudders this time when you begin to suck your finger slowly into your mouth.
"I'm really begging now, Chena. Please suck my cock," Obi-Wan's hands are knotted into the bed clothes.
Taking pity on him, you slowly lean over Qui-Gon's thigh, making sure your nipple brushes against his turgid cock. Bracing your hands on Obi-Wan's hips you lower your mouth to his penis, your tongue darting out to lick at the pre-cum welling at the slit. Moving slowly, you twirl your tongue over and around the broad head as Obi-Wan's groans become louder.
After a moment of gentle licking, you place your lips over the tip of his glorious cock and begin to suck him in, inch by beautiful inch, your tongue continuing to swirl around. He is big, and you've never done this before, but it tastes so good and you want as much of him as you can get into your mouth.
"Aaaaaaaaahhh," Obi-Wan cries out as you move one hand to the base of his cock and begin stroking lightly. You notice the delicate vein that runs the length of his cock and wondering what will happen, you lightly scrape your nail across it.
Obi-Wan cries out again and bucks hard beneath you. That's interesting, you think. You'll have to remember that. Then you begin moving your mouth up and down Obi-Wan's cock, your hand keeping rhythm with your mouth, while you suck hard. Obi-Wan is thrusting in time with your movements, his head thrown back as he gasps for air. You find the vein once again with your nail and this time you scrape your teeth lightly across it as well.
He arches up, his face contorting. "Nnnnnggh," he cries and then he is coming and you feel his hot, thick liquid hit the back of your throat as he spurts his cum into your mouth. You swallow as much as you can, surprised by the not unpleasant, slightly salty taste, and feel some of it dribble down your chin.
You are very aroused right now, especially as you see Qui-Gon's swollen member twitch out of the corner of your eye. You pull back from Obi-Wan and look at his Master. Lips parted, he is breathing raggedly as he looks at the cum still dripping from your mouth.
Without a thought you lean forward, making sure your body brushes against his cock, and you take his lips in your own, kissing him softly. You feel his tongue darting out to taste you, to taste Obi-Wan and he groans deeply, his body shuddering.
Breaking off the kiss you lean over to Obi-Wan, who is still panting, and kiss him deeply, encouraging him to taste himself on you. He does eagerly and you hear Qui-Gon moan softly.
Once again you leave him and turn back to Qui-Gon. "Ready to beg now, big man?" you ask bending down to kiss him.
He returns your kisses, bringing his arms up and around you to hold you close, his tongue moving swiftly in and out of your mouth.
Finally you stop, breathless and he grins up at you, one arm sliding back down to rest on your thigh.
"I told you, Jedi Masters do not beg," he whispers hoarsely.
You want him inside you. You want to feel his hardness thrusting deep again and again. You want to feel his cum bathing your insides. But you want him to beg even more.
"Did you like watching me suck your Padawan's penis?" You ask as you jiggle your breasts just above his chest, your nipples brushing lightly over his.
"Mmm, I liked that," he answers reaching up to lightly fondle your breast.
"Did you like the way he tasted?" you ask softly.
"I like the way you taste," he answers as he gently tweaks your nipple.
You gasp and arch your back before taking a deep breath and regaining some control.
"Would you like it if I tasted you?" you ask as you bend to lick one of his nipples.
It is his turn to arch into your touch.
"I think I would like that very much," he sighs deeply.
"Do you want me to suck your cock, Qui-Gon?"
He groans and shifts a little. "If that is what you want, I'm sure I would enjoy it."
"You can't win," Obi-Wan says coming slightly out of his post-coital daze.
"Do you want to taste me?" you ask, ignoring Obi-Wan.
"Come here and let me show you if that is what I want," Qui-Gon teases back.
"Oh I don't think so," you reply with a grin. "But I'll let you taste me on my finger."
"I would rather taste you on my finger," he says reaching up to your dark curls.
You bat his hand away. "Uh uh! I'm not ready to concede just yet."
"Go ahead and concede Chena," Obi-Wan chuckles. "You know you will in the end and it will really be nice, I promise you that."
"Be quiet braid boy," you grin at him. Then, making sure Qui-Gon is watching, you once again reach a finger down to your clit. "Oooh, I am so wet," you say rubbing your finger back and forth. You didn't think it was possible for Qui-Gon's eyes to darken further, but they do. "You wanna taste, braid boy?" you ask as you remove your finger.
"Mmm hmm," he answers, but before you can bring your finger to his lips your wrist is grasped in Qui-Gon's viselike fist.
"I think you offered that taste to me," Qui-Gon says dangerously. He brings your finger to his mouth and snakes out his tongue, tasting you.
"Good?" Obi-Wan asks beginning to take more notice in the proceedings.
"Very," says his Master as he starts slowly sucking on your finger.
Obi-Wan raises up on one arm and leans in close, capturing your mouth with his. Caught off guard you yelp and pull back when you feel his finger tease across your wetness.
"Got my own taste, Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan chuckles licking his finger. "Mmm, it is good. Can I have another taste?"
"Go away braid boy," you growl at him. "I'm trying to make your Master beg."
"Not going to happen, love," Obi-Wan answers as he flops back onto the bed.
You pull your finger out of Qui-Gon's mouth. "Okay, now. Time to get serious," you say with a grin. "Qui-Gon, I am going to make you beg."
With that you begin to slowly work your way down the Master's body, kissing and sucking every piece of skin you come in contact with. You move your legs to straddle his so that you can let your clit slide against his hardness from time to time. You are amazed at the restraint you have each time you feel his cock, because as wet as you are, you think he would easily slide right in if you angled yourself just right.
You move lower, even though it means your clit is no longer positioned to make contact. You continue to thrust, though, feeling your wetness on his legs as you slide lower. Qui-Gon's only response so far has been an occasional shudder accompanied by a soft gasp, something you hope to change in the very near future.
You begin swirling your tongue around his navel while you run your hands up and down the hard muscles of his thighs. You never imagined you could enjoy doing this as much as you are. You move lower still, bypassing his twitching erection to lightly kiss the top of his sac.
You shift so that you are between his legs, forcing them wider, then you gently take one of his balls into your mouth and you hear him groan. You run your tongue softly around the testicle in your mouth, surprised at the heaviness of it. You release it and nip lightly at its twin, hearing Qui-Gon groan once again. You glance up and see a truly beautiful sight as you take in the closed eyes, the parted lips, the tightly corded neck muscles. You are doing this to him, you think. You shudder as tendrils of desire course through you.
Taking the other testicle into your mouth, you look over at Obi-Wan who is on his side, braced up on an elbow. You note his glazed expression as he watches you, watches what you are doing.
You move lower, away from his heavy sac towards his small puckered opening. You slowly swirl your tongue closer and closer and then you are there and without thought you push your tongue inside, working it in and out. You hear Qui-Gon inhale sharply, sucking in a ragged breath through tightly clenched teeth as he arches into your mouth. He spreads his legs further, sliding them up so that his feet are braced against the bed, giving you better access.
You push your tongue in as far it will go and then seal your lips to his skin, sucking while you continue to thrust your tongue in and out. Qui-Gon is arching into you, matching your rhythm with his hips. He moans loudly and you hear Obi-Wan moaning as well.
You slide one hand up to grasp his weeping erection and begin moving it up and down, matching the rhythm of your tongue as it thrusts deeply inside. You realize you are humping the blankets and are no longer sure if the moans you are hearing are coming from Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan or yourself. You feel the thick vein on the underside of Qui-Gon's penis with your fingers and you press lightly as your hand continues to move up and down the thick shaft.
You sense he is very close and part of you wants to continue, to make him lose control, but then you think about what it would feel like to have that glorious cock inside you and your mind is made up.
You suddenly pull both your mouth and hand away from him and shudder when you hear the strangled gasp he makes at the loss of sensation.
"You little tease," he hisses through his teeth.
"You ready to beg yet?" you ask hoarsely as you pull yourself up and over him.
He growls, an almost feral sound as he grabs your shoulders and pulls you closer, entangling his legs with yours. Just as his mouth claims yours, you are flipped on to your back, his long hard body on top of yours. He seems to devour your lips with his as his tongue hungrily sweeps your mouth. You both are panting with need and unable to draw enough oxygen through your nose, you are finally forced to break the kiss. His mouth moves to your ear and he whispers huskily, "I told you, Masters do not beg."
You shiver as his hot, wet tongue does incredible things to the lobe of your ear and then he moves down to your throat, his tongue like liquid fire. You wrap your arms around his broad back pressing him close as he continues to kiss and suck at your tender skin. He moves lower and gently takes one of your nipples into his mouth and you can't help but arch up into him.
You feel warm breath at your cheek and turn your head just as Obi-Wan's mouth descends on yours. He kisses you softly, tenderly, his tongue barely teasing your lips as he moves one hand to slowly caress your cheek.
Obi-Wan breaks the kiss and looks down at you. "You are so beautiful," he breathes softly. "We are going to make love to you now," he continues. "The way you were meant to be loved."
You can only nod your agreement as Qui-Gon's mouth releases your nipple and slowly finds its way to your other breast. His tongue teases one nipple as his rough fingers softly tweak the other one.
You moan softly as Obi-Wan's lips once again find yours. He barely touches your bottom lip with his tongue and then slowly sucks it into his mouth. He runs his tongue over the tender inside of your lip and you moan again.
Qui-Gon is moving lower, his large hands holding your hips as he sucks and licks a trail down your stomach. Obi-Wan moves closer and as he continues to sweetly kiss you, you feel his hands slide down to your breasts, kneading them softly. The sensations coursing through your body are so incredible that you never want this to end.
You feel Qui-Gon's soft beard tickling your curls as he moves lower and Obi-Wan's tongue is gently swirling around yours. You feel a warm wet tongue on your clitoris as your nipples are massaged and your moans are being swallowed by the sweetest of kisses as the tongue on your clit twirls deliciously around your sensitive nub. Then you feel a large finger being slowly pushed inside you as the tongue on your clit continues to do incredible things and the tongue in your mouth begins thrusting slowly in and out.
Another finger joins the one inside you and you arch up, wanting the mouth to suck harder, the fingers to thrust deeper, and nothing, nothing has ever prepared you for this. Gasping you finally pull away from the lips ravaging yours and Obi-Wan easily glides down to your throat, kissing and sucking.
You feel as if a storm is gathering in your groin as you arch and moan, and the fingers are thrusting deeper, faster, the mouth on your clit is sucking deeply while the tongue continues to lave your nub. And your breasts are kneaded while your nipples are flicked and tweaked and you are crying and suddenly the storm breaks and you begin to shudder from deep within your soul. Wave after wave of pure pleasure rolls over you as you thrash under the hands and fingers and lips and tongues that have set your body on fire.
When you are able to breathe somewhat normally again, you open your eyes to find Qui-Gon looking down at you, his beard wet with your juice, his throbbing organ pressed against your thigh. He lowers his head slowly until his mouth find yours and you taste yourself on his lips. His kiss is slow and sensuous and you wonder how he can maintain such control.
His kiss deepens as he begins to softly thrust against you, pushing his erection into your thigh. He is so large and so hot and you are surprised to feel yourself becoming aroused again. He shifts his hips and you feel him sliding his cock against your slick clitoris and the sensation is incredible. You begin to arch your hips in time to his thrusts as your focus begins to narrow to the feel of his velvet hardness pressing against you.
He breaks the kiss and raises up into a kneeling position and you watch as he grasps his cock and moves it into position. He looks at you as he guides himself to your opening and then you feel him pushing gently against you as he begins to fill you. He slides in part way and stops to gauge your reaction.
"More," you gasp, trying to push yourself on him.
He leans forward, bracing his hands on either side of you and slowly slides deeper and you are being filled and stretched and it's wonderful. He pauses as he meets resistance and then bending down he gently takes your lips in his, his tongue swirling inside your mouth. He gently pushes against your hymen and you gasp sharply when he breaks through, but he is soothing you with his mouth and tongue and you quickly forget the pain, feeling only Qui-Gon as he fully sheathes both his tongue and his cock inside you.
He pauses again, allowing you to feel every inch of the hot, throbbing muscle inside you and then he begins to pull out, inch by glorious inch. He releases your mouth as he once again locks his elbows, giving him better leverage as he almost pulls all of the way out.
You grunt, wanting more, as you arch your hips. He pushes back in, taking his time until once again he is fully sheathed.
"So good," Qui-Gon groans, moving slowly inside you. You hear an echoing groan and glance over to see Obi-Wan's gaze fixed on the point of your joining. You reach down and take the younger man's fully aroused organ in your hand and start moving your hands softly over and around it.
He sucks in his breath and then pulls his eyes away to lean over and kiss you, his tongue coming out to swipe your lips before plunging inside.
"So hot. So tight," Qui-Gon groans as his thrusts begin to quicken just a bit and you feel Obi-Wan shudder against you.
"You taste incredible," Obi-Wan whispers against your mouth.
You stroke Obi-Wan's erection in time to the rhythm Qui-Gon is setting as he slides his cock in and out of you. Obi-Wan moans as you rub your thumb over the sensitive head of his member with each up stroke of your palm.
Obi-Wan's hands are on your breasts, fondling your nipples as his mouth leaves yours and latches on to your neck. You moan loudly as Qui-Gon's pace quickens and you look up at his face, nearly drowning in his desire for you.
He is an awesome sight. His body glistens, covered by a light sheen of sweat, his hair flows softly around him, his thick shoulders are tight with the effort of holding himself above you and Obi-Wan, and he is panting as he pushes harder and deeper.
"Look at your Master, Obi-Wan," you whisper to the man nuzzling your throat. "Look how beautiful he is."
Obi-Wan turns his head and looks up into the heated gaze of his Master. "Kiss him," you urge. "Taste me on your Master's lips."
You don't know which man moves first, but they are slowly moving closer, Qui-Gon leaning down and Obi-Wan moving up and you watch as their lips meet in the barest whisper of a kiss. Qui-Gon groans loudly and shudders inside you. Obi-Wan's hands leave your breasts and snake up his Master's arms, wrapping around his neck and pulling him close.
From your vantage point beneath them, you see Obi-Wan's tongue moving softly over Qui-Gon's lips, tasting and exploring. Qui-Gon's tongue slips out and hesitantly meets his Padawan's tongue and then he is leaning on one hand as the other reaches out to hold Obi-Wan's head, keeping him still as he deepens the kiss.
You hear yourself moaning as you watch the incredibly erotic sight above you and now Qui-Gon begins to piston in and out of you. You increase your movements on Obi-Wan's cock and you are writhing and thrusting upwards, your hips meeting Qui-Gon's with each stroke.
Suddenly you feel some sort of electrical current pass through you emanating from Qui-Gon's penis, flowing through your body and out of your hand that is clutching Obi-Wan's cock. You gasp as the current continues to shoot through you, tingling and warming your very core.
The men above you are kissing passionately, tongues moving in and out of each other's mouths. Qui-Gon is grunting with each thrust as his body slams into yours. Obi-Wan is moaning, the sound muffled against his Master's mouth, his hips thrusting into your fist. Qui-Gon is thrusting deeply, angling upwards and without warning you feel a bright heat explode deep inside you as he finds your spot over and over.
You feel the storm once again gathering deep within in you and you buck with each hard stroke as Qui-Gon pounds into you. You cry out as your orgasm washes over and through you and you feel the current strengthening as it races through you.
Obi-Wan begins to shudder as his body is wracked by incredible spasms and then Qui-Gon shoves once more deeply inside you and tenses his body. Obi-Wan throws back his head, howling his pleasure as you feel his hot seed spurting over your hand just as Qui-Gon groans loudly and you are filled with his cum.
You feel as if you are being consumed as the current rips through you, its heat filling you, and you cry out once more as the last of your orgasm hits you. Obi-Wan begins to slide down next to you and the minute he pulls his still twitching cock from your hand the current is gone. With one final shudder, Qui-Gon slumps down on top of you, his head resting next to yours on the pillow.
For a while all you are aware of is the body pressed atop you and another one pressed against you and the sound of ragged breathing as the three of you try to pull air into your tortured lungs.
"What just happened?" Obi-Wan asks hoarsely. "I've never felt anything like that in my life."
Qui-Gon slowly pulls himself up enough to look at you. "That was incredible, Little One," he says as he lowers his lips to your own. His kiss is soft and gentle, filled with love and you are awed at the depth of his emotion.
After a moment he pulls away and rolls off of you. You sigh as you feel his penis slide out of you. He lies on his side, propped on an elbow so that he can look down at you. Obi-Wan has mirrored his position on your other side.
"Master," Obi-Wan begins softly. "I'm sorry about kissing you. I guess I just got caught up in the moment."
"Are you really sorry?" you ask, before Qui-Gon has a chance to answer.
Obi-Wan looks at Qui-Gon for a long moment and the older man returns his gaze evenly. "No," he sighs, dropping his head slightly.
"Obi-Wan," the Master says gently. "Look at me."
The young man hesitates and then slowly raises his head to face his Master.
"I am not sorry you kissed me, Obi-Wan."
You feel as if they have forgotten you are there as they stare at each other.
"Master?" Obi-Wan asks, barely breathing.
In answer, Qui-Gon reaches for the young man as he leans over you, taking Obi-Wan's lips in his own, kissing him tenderly.
"Oh," a startled Obi-Wan breathes when Qui-Gon releases him.
They stare at each other and you feel something pass between them.
"Master!" Obi-Wan exclaims his eyes growing wide.
Qui-Gon smiles softly and you feel that strange tingling pass between them again.
"I can hear you in my mind!" the young man says in a shocked voice.
"Okay," you interrupt. "Somebody want to tell me what is going on?"
"I think, Little One," Qui-Gon says, his eyes never leaving that of his Padawan, "you were the conduit for the beginning of a lifebond between Obi-Wan and me."
"A lifebond?" Obi-Wan asks as a smile begins to play about his mouth.
"I think so, Obi-Wan," his Master answered. "I take it this would please you?"
"Oh, Master," the young man sighed. "I have loved you for so long."
"And I you, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon smiles, reaching over you to once again tenderly kiss his Padawan.
"Excuse me," you grumble pushing them apart. "Should I leave the two of you alone?"
"That's not necessary, Chena," Qui-Gon chuckles looking down at you. "After all, you were the one responsible for this."
"So let me get this straight. That electricity going through me wasn't a result of my orgasm?" you ask, disappointment heavy in your voice.
Qui-Gon chuckles again and Obi-Wan joins in. "That was pretty incredible, wasn't it?" the younger man asks.
"And here I thought sex was always going to be like that," you sigh loudly forcing a mock pout.
Both men laugh and lean down to kiss you at the same time.
You sober then as a thought crosses your mind. "Wait a minute, guys," you say as you push them away. "Qui-Gon, you said the beginnings of a lifebond. What does that mean?"
"This is not the usual way a lifebond is formed," Qui-Gon answers, slipping easily into his teacher mode. "I've never heard of one forming through a third person. A lifebond can only be formed between two people, strong in the Force, who desire such a bond. It is, in fact, Force chosen. If it were not the will of the Force, a lifebond could not be formed. Once the desire has been acknowledged, the two individuals go before the Council to have the bond tested. If it is found to be a true lifebond, the individuals go through a process of melding minds and bodies. It is a spiritual union as much as a physical one. It is a bond that, once formed, cannot be broken."
Obi-Wan reached over to take his Master's hand, their fingers entwining over your stomach.
"It is very special and something I only dreamed of," Obi-Wan says softly, his eyes bright with love.
"I wanted to wait until you were Knighted before beginning a relationship with you," Qui-Gon says. "I would never have thought you would want to be tied to me for the rest of your life."
"And I could never imagine spending the rest of my life without you," the Padawan whispers, leaning towards his Master for another long, sweet kiss.
"Would you two stop for a minute?" you ask exasperated. "Qui-Gon, you haven't answered my question. Why did you say it was the beginning of a lifebond?"
"The bond must be consummated to fully form," Obi-Wan answers looking at his Master.
"I see," you grin knowingly. "I really do think I should give the two of you some privacy, then."
"No, Chena," the Master responds with a small smile. "We must go before the Council and have the bond tested before we can continue."
"And if that had already happened?" you ask coyly.
"Then we would be able to take the next step to complete the bond," Qui-Gon says looking at his Padawan. "Obi-Wan and I would make love together."
"I know a secret," you giggle in a sing-song voice.
"What?" Obi-Wan grins down at you. "What do you think you know, Little One?"
"What if I were to tell you that the bond has already been proven?" you ask teasingly.
Both men look at you incredulously.
"What if I were to say that Yoda has known of the bond for years?" you continue, enjoying every moment.
"This is not something to tease about," Qui-Gon growls fiercely.
"Oh, I'm not teasing," you grin happily up at them. "Your bond has been proven as true and you have the approval of the Council."
"Yoda," the Masters swears.
"Of course it was Yoda," you answer as your grin breaks into a full smile. "So, does this mean you are going to make love to your Padawan?"
"And his Padawan is going to make love to him," Obi-Wan says softly.
"Then I will leave you gentlemen," you say as you begin to slide down between them.
"No, wait, Little One," the Master says moving to sit up on the bed. "Obi-Wan and I must meditate together before the bond is completed. Why don't you get some rest while we go into the garden for a while."
"Actually, I think I'd like to try out that swimming pool in the fresher," you grin hopping off the bed. "And then I think I'll take a long walk for a few hours. Will that give you enough time?"
"Chena, we want you here." Qui-Gon says tenderly.
"Yes, we would be honored if you would witness the completion of the bond," Obi-Wan adds taking your hand in his.
"You mean you want me to watch?" you ask in surprise. "But isn't that rather personal? I mean, the lifebond thing and all?"
"Under normal circumstances it would be just between the two individuals forming the lifebond. But as I indicated earlier when I told you that I have never heard of a lifebond being formed through a third person, these are not normal circumstances," Qui-Gon answers slowly. "Unless it would bother you to do so, your presence would greatly honor us."
"It is I who would be honored," you say quietly reaching out for the older man's hand. You bring both hands to your lips and gently kiss each man's knuckles. "I love you both so much."
"As we do you, Little One. You will always be very special to us." Qui-Gon smiles at you. "Now if you will excuse Obi-Wan and me for a short time, we will attend to our meditations in the garden."
"I'll be right here when you are ready," you say as you drop their hands.
You watch the men as they leave the bed and pull on their leggings. Then Qui-Gon holds his hand out for Obi-Wan who easily takes it and they walk together out the door.
This is incredible, you think as you head into the fresher. Yoda will be so pleased. Not knowing how long the Jedi will meditate; you opt for a shower instead of a long bath. Time enough later for enjoying the luxuries this wonderful place has to offer.
After your shower you dress in a comfortable pair of trousers and a well-worn cotton shirt. Curious, you walk into the common room and over to the large window looking out over the garden. You catch your breath at the sight in front of you.
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan are kneeling, side by side, shoulder to shoulder, hands still entwined as the setting sun gives their bodies a golden cast. They are so beautiful, you think, hugging yourself.
Feeling as if you are spying, you move away from the window and head back into the bedroom. Trying to be of some help, you move into the fresher and look around. Next to the shower is a large cabinet and inside you find what you are looking for. One of the shelves holds various bottles of oil and you take one and bring it into the bedroom, leaving it on the table by the bed. You busy yourself by unpacking for the three of you, then you sit at the desk to wait and are surprised when just a short time later they return, still holding hands.
You wait for one of them to speak, and when neither of them does, you take your cue from them. You sit quietly and watch as they move to the bed.
Turning to face each other, Qui-Gon softly begins, "I love you, Obi-Wan. You are my light and my life."
"Qui-Gon. You are everything to me. My Master, my teacher, my father and my friend. It is my desire to join my life to yours, irrevocably and forever."
"No longer two, we will be one. One soul, one heart, one mind, one life.
"I love you, Qui-Gon. You are my light and my life," Obi-Wan breathes, completing the circle.
You are finding it very difficult to swallow and you realize there are tears coursing down your cheeks. Never have you heard anything so beautiful, so full of love.
You watch as Qui-Gon releases the younger man's hand and slides his hands up to gently cup Obi-Wan's head. He leans down to the upturned face in his hands and their lips meet, softly at first and then with more passion.
The kiss seems to go on forever as tongues swirl around in and out of each other's mouth. Obi-Wan's arms glide easily around his Master, pulling their bodies close. When they finally break the kiss it is only so that they can remove their leggings and move on to the bed.
They lay side by side, their arms wrapped tightly around each other, their legs entwined as they continue to kiss. After a while, Qui-Gon shifts, rolling onto his back, pulling the younger man with him. Obi-Wan slowly begins to rock against his Master and you hear both of them moaning softly.
Qui-Gon spreads his legs slightly and Obi-Wan settles easily between the large thighs of his Master as he continues his slow gentle rocking. Hands roam slowly over each other's body, learning every curve, every muscle.
Finally breaking the kiss, Obi-Wan reaches for the bottle of oil and you are surprised that he even noticed it was there. His eyes never leaving those of his Master, he raises up on his knees and opens the bottle, pouring a small amount into his palm. Qui-Gon takes the bottle from his hand and sets it back on the table.
Obi-Wan moves his hand between his Master's legs and Qui-Gon spreads them even further apart. You watch, holding your breath as Obi-Wan gently begins pushing one oil-slicked finger into Qui-Gon's opening. The older man sighs deeply as Obi-Wan slowly moves his finger in and out.
A second finger joins the first and Qui-Gon moans at the sensation. You watch as those fingers work in and out, slowly stretching the tight muscle. Qui-Gon is gently thrusting his hips, trying to get more inside him. Obi-Wan obliges by inserting a third finger and Qui-Gon groans as his hips arch onto the fingers penetrating him.
When Obi-Wan removes his fingers, Qui-Gon groans softly at the absence, but then reaches over for the bottle of oil again. He pours a small amount into his palm and replaces the bottle. Obi-Wan pushes his hips forward and Qui-Gon takes the younger man's thick erection into his large hand and slowly spreads the oil all over it. Obi-Wan shudders as his Master gently strokes him.
Obi-Wan pulls out of Qui-Gon's grasp and reaches down to push the Master's legs back. Eyes still locked Obi-Wan guides his cock down past Qui-Gon's erection, past the heavy ball sack until he finds the tight muscle. He pushes gently until he is past the tight opening and then leans forward as his cock slides easily the rest of the way in. Qui-Gon hisses through his teeth and then wraps his long legs around his Padawan as Obi-Wan begins to slowly move in and out.
You have never imagined anything so erotic as watching these two beautiful men make love. It is something you will always remember.
Obi-Wan groans loudly as he increases his rhythm. Qui-Gon's hands are on the other man's back, urging him on, his own groans matching that of his Padawan. Obi-Wan leans down to kiss his Master, licking delicately at the full, luscious lips before deepening the kiss. Suddenly his back arches and he begins to shudder, moaning loudly into the lips devouring his own.
You are mesmerized as you watch Obi-Wan's body spasm again and again and you know he is filling his Master with his seed. After a few moments, he sags bonelessly into Qui-Gon's arms.
Qui-Gon holds him close, whispering endearments against the younger man's lips as he rubs small circles on Obi-Wan's back. A short time later, he tenderly rolls the younger man over onto his back and lies atop him, resting his weight on his forearms as he continues to kiss Obi-Wan.
He breaks the kiss then and mimics his Padawan's earlier actions by moving up to kneel between the younger man's silky thighs. Obi-Wan reaches for the bottle of oil and hands it to his Master, his eyes full of trust and love.
Qui-Gon quickly pours some oil into his hand and gives the bottle back to Obi-Wan, who replaces it on the table. You can see Qui-Gon's raging erection and once again are amazed at his control.
He moves his oil-slick finger to Obi-Wan's entrance and gently pushes. You are amazed as the finger easily slides up to the first knuckle, and then you understand that Qui-Gon is using a touch of the Force to make his passage easier. You watch, entranced, as two fingers and then three are gently pushed into Obi-Wan's body.
Obi-Wan is writhing on the bed, urging Qui-Gon on with soft moans. Then it is Qui-Gon's turn to have his penis oiled by his Padawan and he sighs deeply when his cock is lovingly stroked by the younger man. His sighs turns to groans when Obi-Wan guides his Master's weeping erection into his own opening, eagerly thrusting up to meet it. As the head of Qui-Gon's member slides in, Obi-Wan pulls his hand away and wraps his arms around his Master's neck, pulling him down.
Qui-Gon pushes deep and begins thrusting slowly. Obi-Wan urges him on with his hips and after a moment, Qui-Gon quickens the pace, sliding deep with each thrust. It doesn't take long before the older man groans loudly as his body begins to shudder. With one final deep thrust, he is coming, a feral growl leaving his lips, and then he is sliding into the arms that await him.
You are shaking with emotion as you feel the love the two men share. Qui-Gon finally raises his head just a bit and looks over at you. "Come to bed, Little One," he says softly, rolling off his Padawan. Obi-Wan, nearly asleep, snuggles close to his Master, and you easily curl up next to him. He pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you and you can feel Qui-Gon's arms encircling you both.
"And to think this is just the first day," you giggle.
"Just wait until tomorrow, Little One," Obi-Wan mumbles.
end (for now)