Withering Lows

by Padawans Vesta (padawan.vesta@gmail.com) and Inya Dreems (padawan.inya@tiscali.co.uk)

Warnings: Unsuitable for diabetics. We sincerely apologise to sensitive readers, and can accept no responsibility for damage to eyes, brain or other organs, or for keyboard spew damage. Barbara Cartland on acid.

Note: Unbetad. Mind your eyes and beware of literary horrors. Sorry again. Really sorry. Can't apologise enough.

Master Jinn reined in his mount as he reached the small coppice of trees at the end of the lush meadow and waited for Obi-Wan to catch up. He dismounted and strode to Obi-Wan's beast to help the breathless young man down. Obi-Wan found himself encircled in Master Jinn's strong arms and for a moment he felt a weakness in his spine and wished they could stay like this forever.

He rested his forehead against the firm chest, listening to the powerful heartbeat, until Qui-Gon tilted his face up with a finger under his chin and gently kissed the tip of his nose.

Qui-Gon nodded and released the young man before fetching a blanket from his mount. He spread it on the ground and Obi-Wan fell upon it with a sigh of relief.

"It was a most enjoyable ride, Master, but now I feel a bit tired. Will you lay down and rest with me?"

Qui-Gon lay down next to his apprentice, and reached an arm around him pulling him close. Obi-Wan could feel his Jedihood hardening at just this brief contact with his beloved master. He squirmed closer, rubbing against the strong thigh and heard Qui-Gon's chuckle in response.

Without warning, Qui-Gon bent to kiss him firmly, plundering his mouth with his own, leaving Obi-Wan swooning and gasping for more. Obi-Wan barely noticed when his robe was removed, his tunics opened, until Qui-Gon's hand gently stroked his quivering flank.

As his clothes were delicately removed, Obi-Wan panted in anticipation of what was to come, and in turn tugged at Qui-Gon's tunics in an attempt at removing them.

"Let me," Qui-Gon said and briefly kissed him on the nose again, before standing up and undressing. Obi-Wan giggled. The sight of his glorious master naked always made him feel slightly nervous. Qui-Gon didn't move, but stood there smiling and said: "You are a wonder of beauty, beloved."

Obi-Wan blushed and pouted adorably at the praise. "Come to me, my Jedi stallion. I can never get enough of you."

Qui-Gon knelt down again next to his young lover and with utmost care removed the rest of his clothes. Obi-Wan lay back and rested his arms over his head like a sacrifice to the god of love. Qui- Gon's hands roamed all over the taut young willing flesh waiting for him, leaving Obi-Wan shivering like a frightened animal.

The young man found himself gathered into strong arms as Qui-Gon gentled him until the shivers ceased in the passionate embrace. Abandoning himself to the certain touch of Qui-Gon's ministrations, his body was more than prepared when Qui-Gon turned him on to his stomach and moved between his legs. His hips were pulled up in readiness for the coming invasion.

The large hands spread the tight globes open and Qui-Gon's Jedihood entered the yearning passage. Obi-Wan squealed in delight at the exquisite pressure. Qui-Gon reached forward and grasped Obi-Wan's long padawan braid in one hand, twisting it round his fingers and pulling it taut. Obi-Wan's head tilted back exposing the fine throat which was fastened upon with a greedy kiss which would leave a passion mark for all to see.

Qui-Gon began thrusting steadily. He knew how to ride his lover to the heights of pleasure and beyond. After only a few pounding thrusts, Obi-Wan felt himself tighten and screamed his delight as he erupted, his milky seed shooting all over the blanket.

Obi-Wan slumped, glowing with exertion, but felt himself lifted once more as he was submitted to Qui-Gon's powerful loving. He felt the tingling of his next orgasm beginning in his spine almost at once and could do nothing more than give himself over to the rhythmic moves of Qui-Gon's hips until he fell once more over the edge.

Still, his master did not relent. Obi-Wan felt the steel-hard cock moving inside him as Qui-Gon's thrusts came faster and harder. As the master groaned deep in his throat, Obi-Wan felt the mighty outpouring of Qui-Gon's manjuice deep inside his body. The intensity of Qui-Gon's love drove him to new heights of passion such as he had never felt before. A final scream was wrought from him and he knew no more as he fainted in ecstasy.

When he next opened his eyes, blinking in confusion, the lovers were entwined on the blanket as the evening sun set beneath the horizon leaving the sky painted in a kaleidoscope of colours which matched the warm glow of their shared love.