Archive: Master Apprentice, anywhere, please ask though
Category: Plot, What Plot? Pure Smut!
Rating: A big NC-17
Warnings: Two Jedi and a female friend...
Spoilers: None
Summary: Obi Wan gives Qui Gon a special "gift" for their
anniversary...smut ensues. Enjoy.
Feedback: Please, please, please...(on my knees groveling)
Please!
The lights were off and that usually meant that Obi Wan was
deep asleep, or sometimes meditating in peaceful darkness, but
either occasion called for a quiet entry. Qui Gon silently
closed the door behind him and sighed, glad to be in his home
once again. His long arms stretched upward as he relieved tense
muscles after the mission that had separated him from his
Padawan for nearly a standard month. All had been successful,
but a charter strike had delayed any transportation from Patisu
for weeks. He missed Obi Wan. He checked the time quickly on
the old fashioned clock and felt his heart sink a little. It
was late, very late, and too late to politely wake his Padawan
and cover his face with kisses. It would have to wait till
morning.
Qui Gon removed his robes and started to the shower. He planned
to clean up, and quietly crawl into bed next to his beloved Obi
Wan. Sleep would be wonderful. He had lacked in sleep on
Patisu, most of his nights spent pining for Obi Wan, and
dreaming of his touch, his mouth, his hardness...these nights
usually were only relieved by the touch of his own hand
stroking his length, and a shameful cry of his absent Padawan's
name. Qui Gon blushed as he thought of it, hoping Obi Wan did
not know how much Qui Gon craved him. It would surely give the
young man a wicked ego flare. Qui Gon smiled and
uncharacteristically tossed his robes onto the chair near the
narrow hallway.
The hot shower felt wonderful and so soothing to his aching
muscles. He let his mind drift as his hands worked the soap
lather over his broad chest. He could not help but think of,
who else, but Obi Wan...
He is so close...I could wake him...touch him...kiss him...he
is so close and I have not even gone to look at him yet...my
Obi Wan, sleeping peacefully with a soft growling snore...
He thought that again.
Snoring...yes, Obi Wan snores...but I hear no snoring now...
He put the thought aside, his mind racing with images of Obi
Wan's talented tongue tracing the rigid line of his cock, and
his hands roaming that beautiful body. Still, he had heard no
snoring in the silence of the rooms upon entering. Perhaps his
Padawan was awake? Perhaps Obi Wan remembered the special
occasion and stayed up for his Master? Maybe not. Maybe Obi Wan
was out with friends? Qui Gon had wanted more than this on
their first anniversary together as lovers. He wanted to bring
Obi Wan flowers and take him to a special place, some romantic
beach where he could kiss him in the sand. This was not it. The
day was over, and Obi Wan was either asleep and fuming in his
dreams about Qui Gon's absence, or he had given up and gone out
for the night. Qui Gon could not blame him.
Qui Gon wrapped a fluffy towel around his waist and took
another to dry his hair. He would plan something this coming
weekend. Better late than never. Sleepily, he started to the
bedroom, silently padding across the softly carpeted floor. He
heard a noise. It was certainly not snoring. He heard Obi Wan's
beautiful, cultured voice,
"You are beautiful...yes, so soft and lovely...my Master will
adore this soft skin, these plump breasts and your silky hair.
Do you like me to flatter you?"
A female voice now, soft and soprano,
"Yes, Obi Wan. I like you to tell me I am pretty. When will
your master come? You try my patience, Obi Wan." A female
giggle here. "My body is tingling and you tell me I must wait
for your Master. This Qui Gon must be a special man."
Obi Wan,
"Indeed, he is. It is our year mark together, as lovers. I
think he will like the gift I give him. The gift you give him,
Raven."
Qui Gon was eavesdropping. He realized this and shook his head.
What was his Padawan doing? Who was the woman in the bedroom?
What gift did they speak of? Qui Gon decided to knock softly on
the door,
"Padawan? Have you company? If need be, I can sleep in the
front room to give you privacy. Just let me know."
"Master!" an elated cry from Obi Wan. "No, I want you to open
the door slowly and take in the sight of all that you see
before you."
With a deep breath, Qui Gon slowly opened the door to the
bedroom. Dim candlelight softly greeted his eyes. The candles
cast a warm orange glow over the bedroom, and Qui Gon felt his
breath catch in his throat as he saw the two young people on
the bed. White flower petals were sprinkled all over the room,
all over the bed and pillows, and in the hair of his lovely
guests. Obi Wan lay elegantly on the satin covered bed, in a
black silk robe. His hair looked like copper and gold in the
candle light, his lips pink and inviting, and his eyes...oh
Gods, those ocean colored eyes and thick black lashes drove him
crazy. Just as he felt his heart begin to flutter, he followed
Obi Wan's hand as it snaked gracefully to the young lady beside
him. The girl was a beauty, gracefully posed on the coverlet,
and her long black hair flowed over her shoulder and onto the
pillow. She was a striking vision of jet-black silk hair,
bright green eyes and pale creamy skin. Qui Gon's eyes fell on
the girl's breasts. She wore a corset, with laces up the back,
and white matching garters and stockings. Her shoes were white.
She looked like a bride on Honeymoon night, only her body
screamed sex. Her lips were painted glossy red, her eyes rimmed
in kohl. Around her torso, the girl wore a bright red satin
ribbon tied in a bow sash like a gift. The girl wore no panties
and Qui Gon felt his cock harden at the sight of the scant
patch of dark curling hair at the apex of her thighs. He met
Obi Wan's gaze,
"Happy anniversary, my Master...Qui Gon, my lover." Obi Wan
licked his lips. His hand traced little circles over the girl's
tortured nipples. The corset pushed her breasts up and the
nipples over the rim of the stiff fabric. She squirmed and
moaned. Her hand moved to her thigh but Obi Wan's stronger hand
easily stopped her and returned it to its former place on her
curvy hip. She was moaning with begging eyes. Obviously, his
Padawan had been entertaining this girl for quite a while and
she was quite aroused.
"Obi Wan? I don't understand..." Qui Gon mused aloud.
"Master, to celebrate our year together, I am giving you -us
both, in fact- this beautiful young lady. Raven, meet my
Master, Qui Gon."
"To...have sex with?" the words sounded funny saying them out
loud. Obi Wan and Raven smiled,
"Yes, to share and enjoy for the night. Raven has heard many
rumors about the Jedi as lovers and I thought maybe we could
help her to abolish them...or confirm them."
His Padawan grinned wickedly and kissed the girl's ruby red
mouth. Qui Gon was burning, his manhood swelling and his heart
racing. He studied the rest of the room, trying to control
himself before he lost it and jumped wildly onto the bed with
them. Obi Wan had taken everything into consideration. A tray
of fruit and champagne lay next to Obi Wan. Next to the girl,
Raven, lay white flowers with huge blossoms and delicate
petals. The sheets were changed to gray satin; the coverlet was
white down. Music played softly...violins and estrea bells, an
intoxicating mix. Qui Gon smelled his favorite incense burning.
His Padawan had outdone himself.
"Master Qui Gon?" Raven's silvery voice chimed, "Will you join
us then?"
Qui Gon moved to the bed, standing in front of Obi Wan.
"I love you so, you crazy, wicked devil." Qui Gon smiled at his
Padawan.
Obi Wan replied by raising up gracefully and untying the satin
sash of his black robe, letting it fall open and reveal his
lean, muscular frame. Raven, with cat-like movements, helped to
push it off his shoulders and she kissed his shoulders
tenderly. Obi Wan removed the towel from his Master's hips and
admired the length and thickness of his Master's erection,
while Raven seemed even more impressed by it.
"Your master is so strong..." she whispered to Obi Wan.
"Yes, Raven. I'm sure you will enjoy him as much as he enjoys
you."
Obi Wan pulled Qui Gon into a long, wet kiss and soon they
found themselves arranged so that Raven lay between them. They
kissed over her breasts as their hands slowly played with her
hardened nipples. Raven looked down and smiled to see the two
hardened cocks, both large and thick, near her thighs. She took
one in each hand and began to pump them simultaneously. Qui Gon
soon took the girl's nipple in his mouth and his Padawan did
the same with its twin, until they both were suckling her,
rather hard and teasing her with teeth and tiny bites. She
reached to the tray and took a strawberry from the plate,
squeezing the pink, seedy juice from it, onto her trim belly.
The juice made a stream into her navel and both men lapped it
up, reaching tongues into the navel and tasting sweetness.
"Qui Gon..." Raven said softly, "I want to taste you. Obi Wan
tells me you taste divine..."
Qui Gon rose up and slightly backward as the girl repositioned
herself along with Obi Wan so that they both were faced with
Qui Gon's massive erection. The girl licked it first, tasting
the droplet of salty liquid at the tip. Then she let Obi Wan
taste, and they took turns licking it until both their mouths
descended on him, Obi Wan's mouth devouring the head and
Raven's mouth caressing the shaft. Qui Gon moaned. He was in
Heaven.
Obi Wan pulled Raven up to her feet and said,
"She is yours, Master, what is your desire?"
Qui Gon coaxed the girl to him, and he suddenly lifted her up
in his arms, so that her legs wrapped around his waist while he
stood, and he backed her gently to the wall. She kissed his
lips as he pressed to her, finding her wet warmth and sliding
in carefully. She moaned long and deep, and Obi Wan let one
hand stroke his own shaft as he watched his Master enjoy his
gift. Obi Wan took grapes and dates from the tray and fed them
to his Master as Qui Gon pushed into Raven over and over again.
Obi Wan had a wicked idea. He motioned for Qui Gon to bring the
girl back to the bed. Qui Gon did so, still inside her. She was
flushed pink and on the verge of an orgasm. Qui Gon was
sweating and heat radiated off his body. Qui Gon laid the girl
down on her back and continued to push into her, with her legs
now over his shoulders. Obi Wan wanted to be inside his Master
so badly. He stroked and caressed the plains of his Master's
muscular back, and with the other hand, he found the bottle of
oil he had handy nearby. He pressed a small amount into his
hand and rubbed it onto his own cock, making it slippery wet.
Then, another idea struck him as he watched his Master pound
into beautiful Raven.
Obi Wan reached between the two of them and with a snaking
hand, he found Raven's nether-lips, connected now to Qui Gon by
his long, throbbing shaft impaling her. She moaned as Obi Wan
dipped his fingers into her wetness, felling his Master's cock
there. He wriggled his fingers there to get them wet and
slippery, and then he removed his hand and let Qui Gon thrust
hard into her.
Qui Gon leaned further over and spread his legs, aware and
eager for his Padawan's touch. Obi Wan gently spread his
Master's buttox and found the tight opening of his anus there,
caressing it with a finger, wet with Raven's juices. Obi Wan
spread the wetness there, along with some of the oil to make
his Master slick. He inserted the tip of one finger and Qui Gon
moaned and thrust even harder against Raven, who was being
rocked into a second orgasm. Obi Wan entered his full finger,
then a second finger and moved them in and out of his Master in
a rhythmic dance. Once he was able to enter a third finger and
his Master was pushing his hips back onto the knot of fingers
in his passage, Obi Wan stood on his knees and waited for the
couple in front of him to move in a way that Qui Gon's hips
came back. Soon enough it happened, thanks to Raven pushing Qui
Gon back onto Obi Wan's cock. She wanted to see the men
connected. Obi Wan smiled at her sweet curiosity and winked at
her as he impaled his Master, and his Master impaled Raven.
They became a strange machine in motion, bodies connected and
moving in a sensual dance. They moved together and apart and in
time with one another. They were a tangle of heat, sweat,
thighs and limbs. Raven watched, intrigued as Obi Wan pushed
back and forth into Qui Gon. Then she surprised them both.
//Do it harder and faster...I want to see you fuck him
harder.//
She had said it! Of course she had not said anything, but she
had used the Force! Qui Gon looked at her eyes, glimmering and
proud that she had used the trick she learned as a child but
rarely practiced. Obi Wan had not known that Raven was a Force
adept. Maybe Raven didn't know. In truth, she did not know, but
thought it was a parlor trick she had mastered. Both men heard
her thought sent to them. Obi Wan felt so proud of her that he
asked Qui Gon with his mind,
//We should encourage her, Master. Shall I obey her command?//
//Yes...harder...//
And Obi Wan thrust so hard into Qui Gon that his Master nearly
lost control and went over the edge. Raven was moaning and
intrigued with the speed and strength of their lovemaking, and
in moments, all three of them were climaxing, their bodies
coming with a roaring heat and racing heart.
Qui Gon collapsed on Raven, but quickly lifted himself up on
one arm as not to crush her small frame. Obi Wan withdrew
himself and embraced his Master. They cuddled sweetly together
in a knot of three and slept for hours.
In the night, they woke and giggled over silly jokes and
stories of Jedi missions gone wrong that thrilled Raven.
"I always wanted to be a Jedi." She admitted a bit sadly.
"You would make a beautiful warrior." Qui Gon flattered her
with a pinch of her nipple and a kiss to his Padawan.
"I have not the powers you have." She referred to the Force.
"Raven, you spoke to us. You used the Force." Obi Wan pointed
out. Her pretty face tightened,
"Only a little."
"Enough. If you have it. You can learn more."
"Perhaps I could persuade two handsome Jedi knights to teach me
to use it?" she purred, half jokingly.
"We could start our lessons tomorrow then." Obi Wan smiled.
"I think we could arrange that." Obi Wan planted another kiss
on Obi Wan's lips then one on Raven's lips.
"I could love you both." She said softly as they were all
lulled into sleep by the lazy beating of their hearts.
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