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Tentacles
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Something stroking sensuously up his back was the first sensation he noticed. Obi-Wan shivered against the ticklish touch, only to hear his lover chuckle softly behind him.
"I thought you said we should sleep," he murmured into the darkness.
"Sleep is highly overrated, don't you think?" Qui-Gon replied, his voice little more than a whisper of breath against the nape of Obi-Wan's neck.
The touch moved lower, dipping into his crack, while another - finger? - trailed upward between his shoulder blades.
"Your hands are cold," he complained, squirming. Another chuckle was his only answer. Something stroked his earlobe, soft like a tongue but not wet. Obi-Wan concentrated on the sensation. "What do you have there?" he asked after a moment, more awake now as he failed to identify what, exactly, Qui-Gon was touching him with.
"Nothing I haven't always had," his Master said.
A fourth contact point, this one bringing one nipple to hardness, drew his attention. Now, this, he realized, was simply impossible. Qui-Gon didn't have enough hands to ---
With a shaft of faint starlight as the room's only illumination, Obi-Wan looked down.
"Sith!" he shouted, seeing the long, pale tentacle gliding across his chest. He bolted upright, only to have two other tentacles entwine around his wrists, drawing them behind him and binding them there with a strength he couldn't match.
"Shhh," Qui-Gon urged. "Shhh. It's only me."
"That's not you!" Obi-Wan said, struggling against the thing's hold. He drew on the Force, only to find its path blocked by the stronger mind behind him.
"Of course it's me, beloved," Qui-Gon said, nuzzling into his neck with a mouth that, thankfully, hadn't changed. More tentacles were gliding over him now, caressing his hips, his abdomen, his throat, their suckers pulling at his skin. "Relax and let me love you."
"No! I can't -" His words were cut off as the tip on a tentacle insinuated itself into his mouth. It tasted of salt and something stronger, almost bitter, as it wrapped around his tongue and tickled the roof of his mouth. He threw his head to the side, trying to dislodge it, only to have another entwine around his head and hold him steady. "Stop!" he tried to say around his increasingly revolting mouthful, but the word came out garbled. Then, he gasped as suckers fastened themselves onto his nipples, tugging on them painfully. Meanwhile, something cool and dry was wending its way across his thigh to his flaccid cock.
"Relax," Qui-Gon urged again, his weight forcing Obi-Wan face down on the bed. Other tentacles --- Force, how many were there? --- spread his thighs, drawing them widely apart.
Obi-Wan struggled uselessly as the slender tip of one appendage pushed inside him. This one was cold and wet and slick, although he shuddered to think with what. It wriggled as it pressed in deeper, causing him a little discomfort as the wider part, where the first sucker was located, forced its way through the tight opening. A moment later, he flinched again as the second sucker, even bigger, stretched him.
// Don't, Master! // he sent through their link.
// You don't mean that, // Qui-Gon sent back, his Force presence startlingly unchanged despite the obvious changes to his body.
The tentacle in his anus squirmed, cutting off Obi-Wan's response. He moaned, horrified to find his penis responding, filling and lengthening. It was still being fondled by a tentacle, stroked and squeezed and tugged. He bucked under the assault. It was all too much.
His thighs were pulled wider apart as the tentacle in his anus withdrew and Qui-Gon positioned himself. A thicker, cool hardness prodded Obi-Wan's opening, and only the invader in his mouth kept him from screaming out in pain as it pressed inside.
It burned. Oh, Force, it burned! And, the shape was all wrong. Instead of the satin over steel erection he was accustomed to, this one was lumpy and squirmy and it twisted as it pushed inside him. It was longer, too, so long that he thought it would surely come out his navel before Qui-Gon finally stopped.
// . . . hurts . . . // he said into their connection.
"I'll make it better, I promise," Qui-Gon whispered, his mouth against the rim of Obi-Wan's ear.
The tentacle around his erection began to move again, stroking and pulling, as Qui-Gon began to thrust. The Jedi Master moved slowly at first, giving Obi-Wan time to adjust. Soon, however, he was pounding inside, his convoluted penis rippling across the younger man's prostate with each stroke.
The other appendages were moving faster, as well. They pumped his nipples, caressed his cock and his thighs and the back of his neck, while the one in his mouth echoed the movements of the one filling his anus, thrusting nearly down his throat.
White lights went off behind Obi-Wan's closed eyelids as Qui-Gon came, filling Obi-Wan with hot seed. The tentacle gave his penis one final tug, and Obi-Wan followed his Master over the edge and into oblivion.
It was sometime later when Obi-Wan finally regained his senses. After a moment of disorientation, he flung aside the covers and threw himself out of bed.
"Padawan?" a soft, sleepy voice called. "Is everything all right?"
"No!" Obi-Wan gasped, his heart rate increasing as he stared into the dark blue eyes that were watching him from the other side of the bed. He swept out one hand, using the Force to jerk the blankets the rest of the way off the bed, revealing ---
--- Qui-Gon, naked and normal, with two arms and two legs. A Qui-Gon who was now staring at him in obvious confusion. "Obi-Wan, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Obi-Wan sighed from the bottom of his lungs as he bent to retrieve the blankets. "No, Master," he said, feeling his cheeks heat with embarrassment. "It was just a dream." He crawled back into bed, wrapping his arms around his very-human lover. "Just a dream."
"Mmmm," Qui-Gon murmured, rubbing slow, soothing circles on Obi-Wan's back. The younger man's eyes closed in contentment, snuggling into his lover's warmth.
A moment later, his eyes snapped open as something cool and dry slithered its way up his hip.
The End
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