A Spiritual Journey Home
(or I stewed over this for two days and couldn't think of a
better title.)
Author: My-Gin-Gone
Type: Well that's difficult. I tried giving it a plot. It
didn't want one. We got into a fight and compromised. So it has
elements of something that looks like a plot but technically it
isn't one. It's a character driven story--loosely. Anyways, AU,
Angsty, ABH, PWP (sort of), Romantic Sammich smut.
Characters: Qui-Gon and Ardeth Fey (of the Mummy fame. Yes,
he's the gorgeous black haired, Magi guard played by Oeded Fehr
grrrrr. And there's you of course.
Rating: G - all the way down to NC-17. You see, I'm an equal
opportunity writer. Fun for everyone!! Warning: language, some
violence, not graphic though, graphic subject matter up to and
including sexual situations. And intense female psychological
subject matter dealing with children. Not their harm though!!
And if you can't handle reading about sex between a woman and two
men. Stop now. Cause-- just don't read any further.
Disclaimer: George yeah, it's me again. I know, I know I
shouldn't but the Phantom Menace won't be re-released for another
week and I need to do something to hold me over. Believe me, I
ain't making no money from this and never will!! You have my
gratitude, lots of money, a fleet of lawyers.... Qui-Gon isn't
real and neither is Ardeth Fey and I'm a lowly secretary. Don't
sue. Oh, and did I thank Universal Pictures for letting me play
with Ardeth? Thanks!! :)
Summary: You are battling with the prospect of a new life.
Decisions have to be made. You need to chose between a dangerous
job where your efforts are not appreciated or retire and give
into the requests of your lifemates.
"If you're listening God please don't make it hard to know if we
should believe the things that we see. Tell us should we try and
stay or should we run away or would it be better just to let
things, let them be--
--oh Livin' here in this brand new world might be a fantasy...but
it's taught me to love oh yea. So it's real, it's so real, it's
real..
To be in a land that we've (reached for?) inside our hearts to
find...
a world full of love,
like yours,
like mine,
like Home..." Charlie Smalls as sung by Stephanie Mills
A Spiritual Journey Home
Chapter one
[Shrieks and giggles of delight rise out of the tiny
little bodies clad in russet colored tunics and trousers. Their
blunt cut hair and burgeoning padawan braids bounce around as
they tumble about in the enclosed courtyard. Though you try to
quicken your pace as you circle the yard, you are unable to.
Finally you arrive at a sandbox where two children, a boy and
a girl, sit playing with little toy banthas. Their bright eyes
and smiles warm your heart.
You regard the two children. They are obviously
padawans they have the characteristic braid, v-collar tunic and
trousers. (Maybe they are future knights or healers you don't
know.) You kneel beside them to examine them more closely. They
chatter happily to one another, running their chubby fingers
through the sand growling enthusiastically.
The little girl's hair is as black as ebony and shines like
freshly polished obsidian. Her skin is the color of caramel and
her round eyes the color of mahogany. Her full lips easily curl
into an angelic smile. You quell the urge to hug her and cover
her with kisses.
The boy busily shakes sand from his cinnamon colored hair.
His fair skin exudes pink from too much exposure in the
mid-afternoon sun. His cobalt blue eyes sit far back in his face
balancing out his chubby cheeks.
The girl curls her lips and growls furiously. "ROWR!!"
He responds in kind, "ROWR, ROWR." And lunges his toy bantha at
hers.
Your heart sparks a feeling deep within you. A lump grows
in your throat as the feeling fades.
"I know you." You whisper.
They smile at one another and face you. Their cherubim faces
are the essence of innocence. Their round eyes gaze at you.
"Hi mommy." They say in unison and reach for you.]
"Mistress. Mistress."
Your eyes flutter open to see your silver protocol droid,
SW-40, leaning over you. You manage a noncommittal grunt.
"The masters wanted me to alert you to the late hour." She
continued, her joints hummed with each movement.
Your head sluggishly turns and peers at the chrono read out
built into the wall. It was only an hour past dawn.
You groan and pull the sheets over your head, "Go way."
Only Jedi would think this was waking up late.
"But mistress. Please get up. The masters instructed me to
not let you go back to sleep."
Knowing that Swee's programming would last longer than
your resistance, you sit up. Both sides of your extra-large bed
appear to have been long since abandoned. Only the ruffled
pillows on either side of you show any evidence of a recent
departure.
As you prepare for the shower, you can't stop thinking about
your dream. Every night for the last month, it played over and
over like a republic holofeed. It's no mystery why your mind
settles on the two children it's there birthday. The boy,
Obi-Wan will be four and the girl, Nurit, three--born a year and
a half apart but on the same date.
You finish drying yourself off and spray fragrant scents
on your body. You slip on your undergarments and floor length
dress humming a melodious tune. You then pull your long brown
tresses into a pony-tail and begin your day.
"At least I'm off today." You remember with a smile while
strolling down the hallway and passing the guest bedroom. You
stop suddenly and turn. Your hand clutches the door frame. The
room is silent and dark. You purse your lips.
"Lights." You say quietly. Your eyes scan the room. It
looks the same as before. A hint of talcum wafts to your nose.
Images of a baby bed and rocker replaces that of the sleep couch
in your mind. You close your eyes and sigh.
"I'll be fine." You mutter to yourself and go into the
kitchen. Swee busily waters the plants and banters with Micki (a
calico kitten) and Cato (a three legged tan dog), Qui-Gon
acquired on a recent trip to Earth. It took awhile for you to
get use to the animals, considering you just managed to find
homes for the rest of his zoological preserve not too long ago.
You pour yourself a glass of berry juice. You reach out
with the Force to see if your mates are nearby. Nothing.
You turn on the republic holofeed. The grainy 3-d
picture comes to life before you. A squat man dressed in
ministerial robes drones on about the electorate. You switch the
channel just as the feed quakes a bit.
"Blinds open." You command as the metallic shutters outside
your window rise allowing the brilliant desert light to flood
into the kitchen. An advertisement for children's clothing comes
on. You smile and wonder if they were imported to these parts.
Titan is on the edge of the core planets. It's peaceful,
technologically advanced and steeped in tradition. Not to
mention out in the middle of nowhere when it comes trade. If
it's not made here, then it has to be shipped in and that's a
pain. The mercantile transports come once a week and most of the
time they aren't properly stocked. Then it costs extra to have
it specially shipped in and that's an even bigger pain.
You end your musings when you realize a little problem with
your plan. You can't send clothing to the temple. For one
thing, they provide all the essentials for everyone- from the
highest council member to the littlest padawan. And you're not
even sure if you are allowed to go see them. Problems with
fearful children and skittish parents like yourself have caused a
shift in policy. You heard rumors that at one time parents could
slip in anonymously and take a peek at their kids but after
incidents with fear and the dark side. The practices are
discouraged.
Just as you finish your drink, you hear voices in the
living room. There is a tremor in your bond telling you that
your life mates are home. The growl of Knight Ardeth Fey's voice
followed by the low timbre of Master Qui-Gon Jinn's wafts into
the room. You hear a third that you do not recognize.
"Must be work related." You shake your head knowing even
when they are on sabbatical they still work. For them, being a
Jedi is not only what they do, it is who they are. It's in their
blood and now it's in their children's blood.
You place a kettle on the burner allowing the water to
slowly warm. You take some fruit out of the cooler and slice it.
A short while later, you enter the living room carrying sliced
warm breads, fruit and fresh tea.
"Gentleman," You smile, "refreshments."
You place the tray upon the table in front of the sofa.
Your eyes greet three men. One round and portly with a receding
hairline, his eyes are kind but stressed. The other was that of
Master Qui-Gon's. His ocean blue eyes regard you with
characteristic compassion. His chestnut mane flows down his back
with the top pulled back in a tight tail. You notice that his
beard is just beginning to have flecks of grey in it.
Qui-Gon introduces you, "Councilman Tai Bejo, this is our life
mate Chana."
You shake his hand pleasantly. "It is a pleasure to meet you.
Please help yourself to the refreshments."
"Thank you very much." He nods and helps himself to a piece
of fruit.
You smile and catch a glimpse of Ardeth studying you. Though
his talents lay more toward the Unifying Force, he is still quite
able to have a notion of what you are feeling. Qui-Gon, a master
in the Living Force, probably beamed your mood before he walked
into the door. You figure there is no since in worrying any one.
Your mind begins projecting thoughts of love and contentment.
You pass out little plates that Swee has just handed to you.
You steal a glance at Ardeth who has just resumed his
conversation with the Councilman. His shoulder length raven hair
shines like a precious gem. His bronze skin, full lips and
neatly trimmed goatee complete his look of fierce warrior/jedi
knight.
"Shoo, shoo Micki." You move Qui-Gon's kitten that has just
jumped onto the table. "Sorry about that." You tuck the fur
ball under your arm and head out.
"Mistress," Swee hummed into the kitchen behind you.
"Yes," You reply washing your hands and cleaning up. You
know it was Swee's job but you wanted to keep busy.
"Do you think perhaps, that one day this week I could go in
for a good cleaning? My joints are becoming stiff due to the
sand deposits."
You nod putting away clean dishes, "Yea I noticed you are a
little louder than normal. Sure, I'll take you into town today."
A large hand caresses your waist and pulls you toward a
strong body. You purr instantly recognizing Qui-Gon's spicy
scent.
He nuzzles your neck, "You are leaving?"
You two rock back and forth. You wrap your arms around his,
"If I don't Swee won't be able to walk soon."
Qui turns you around and sits you on the corner enabling you
to be at chest level. You part your legs allowing him to move in
closer. He wraps his arms around your waist as you cling to his
neck. He pulls you into a breathtaking kiss.
"Did Swee wake you?" He asks pulling away.
"Yep, at the crack of dawn just like you commanded."
He chuckles, "We were up at the crack of dawn. You were
still sleeping." Qui corrects playfully.
"True." You smile and lean into his hand which is caressing
your face.
"Are you all right?"
"Mmmm..hmm."
He kisses you once again, "Are you certain?"
You scratch his beard causing him to purr. "Yep."
"Have you thought about our discussion?"
You nod slowly. He and Ardeth want to have more children.
"And?" His voice is soft and insistent.
"I don't know." Anxiety evident on your face, you look away
blushing.
Qui-Gon's sigh of disappointment breaks your heart. His
hand under your chin guides your gaze back to his.
"Ardeth and I are going off planet briefly," He explains.
His eyes express love and determination, "we shall discuss this
again upon our return."
You nod knowing the discussion was more of you listening and
them insisting.
"Okay." You reply sweetly.
He gives your short pecks on the lips, "I must get back."
As Qui-Gon exits the room, Ardeth enters just as you are
about to hop down from the counter. He holds you in place and
wraps his arms around you. You two nuzzle nose to nose.
"Qui-Gon told you we are leaving?" His asks, his voice like
the growl of a fierce animal.
You run your hands through his soft hair, "Will you be
together?"
"Most of the time, hopefully."
"Good, then I shall expect you back at the same time." You
smile and kiss him. The kiss is long and sensuous. Your love
for each other flows unabashedly through your bond.
"If it is the will of the Force." He finishes.
"I pray that it is." You stare at his luscious full lips.
"You remember your promise?"
You glare at him, "What is it with you two?"
He ignores your remark, "You will not take any assignments
from him if he calls."
You note that most of the statements that leave Ardeth's
mouth sound like commands. "If I remember correctly our deal
only applies when--."
He presses a finger to your mouth, "We will continue that
discussion later."
"So I've been informed." You groan. He nor Qui-Gon have no
great love for your former career as a soldier with the Security
Force. They especially have no like whatsoever for your former
commanding officer --Commander Xiloft.
Xiloft has demonstrated on more than one occasion that his
ego took presidence over the well-being of his troops or your
life in particular. Not to mention that he is not above using
any means necessary to get you to work for him again. You were
one of the best and he has a high turnover rate.
"No freelance, no assignments and don't let him goad you
into doing any favors for him."
"I still am in charge of security for the Main Council."
Your finger traces the blue tatoos on his forehead and below his
eyes. He received them upon his return to his home planet. They
were given to those who possessed great spiritual gifts.
"Only for another week."
Though your present mindset is a million years away from
work. You still wander where you will go once that life is
behind you.
--tbc
my-gin-gone
Chapter Two
You light a candle and place it in the sand. You see others
do the same inside the chapel dedicated to meditating with the
Living Force. It is there you seek to renew your connection with
the two little ones. Tears stream down your face, your heart
aches.
"Happy birthday my babies."
As you stand up, you wonder if your aching is justified.
Qui-Gon has explained to you at least a hundred times that it was
best for them to leave.
[Your hands grip the porch railing.
"MY GODS WHAT HAVE I DONE!" You yell as the speeder rushes
off into the distance. All you can see is the white blanket your
first born is wrapped in. A stranger in a brown cloak, a jedi--
holds him, taking him away to be trained in the ways of the
Force.
"He's got my baby!" You cry, "He took my baby!"
Your mind is in hysterics as you feel Obi-Wan stir. You
feel him reaching out to you instinctively with the Force. You
respond back with difficulty. The Jedi is shutting down the link
between you and he. Obi-Wan begins to cry. He cries for you
through his link. He calls for you-- desperately. His
quivering voice echoes in your ears. Your breasts leak as if on
cue.
"No!" You dart out into the sand feeling his panic, his fear.
Baby Obi-Wan calls to you, begging for comfort. His tortured
cries are insistent.
Arms grab you and lock you in a tight embrace. You fight
for dear life. "Lemme go!! DEAR GODS LEMME GO!!!!! I've got to
stop them."
Your struggling is useless. Qui-Gon has you. He is soothing
you.
"Love it is for the best." He insists but his voice quivers.
"No." You struggle wildly. Your world goes black.]
You amble into the town square. Three hours have passed
since you and Swee left home this morning. You don't feel like
shopping and you decide to swing by the tech shop, pick up Swee
and head back home.
Everywhere you look, there are mothers with children and
families. Fathers, daughters, sons, mothers...grandparents
together. You fold your arms protectively and trudge on to your
speeder.
Can I risk having more children with them? Can I bear
having my babies taken away from me? Is it selfish of me to deny
their request? Do I really want any more?
//There is a possibility that any more children we have may
not pass the tests.// You rationalize.
You catch a glimpse of your reflection in the shop window.
Your normally youthful face looks tired and listless.
"I just need a nap." You say though you're not sleepy in the
least bit. "What clothes are these? I need some pants and stuff
anyway. Shopping is a good thing."
Not in this case. You notice that you are standing in front
of a maternity store.
[ "Come on, we are going to be late." Ardeth insists tossing
his pack on to the floor near the front door. You come out of
the bedroom staring at him curiously.
He stares at your light weight shorts and blouse. "Why aren't
you dressed?" He questions, his Titanese accent clipping each
word. "You can't wear that in Devil's Canyon."
"I'll sit this one out."
"Don't be silly," He walks by you into the dining room picking
up his lightsaber from the table. "You love the hike. You
always have. Besides, Qui-Gon is waiting. Hurry up and change."
He examines the saber and frowns, "Did Swee knock this into
the water again?"
"Nope. And I repeat, I am not going." You walk over to him
and adjust his ruffled tunic. Your hands trace his broad chest.
You smile loving everything about him, his height, his strength,
his fortitude and you don't even mind his gruff personality.
"Why not?" He growls
"It's taxing on the body."
Ardeth rolls his eyes, "You've done it a dozen times before.
We've planned this and you change your mind?" The irritation in
his voice heightens. "Why?"
Your head comes up to his stomach. He and Qui-Gon are tall.
Very tall. You motion for him to sit down. He obliges. You
climb on to his lap and straddle him. You pull him close and
whisper into his ear, "Because your child grows within me."
You face him. Unsure of how he will take the news. When you
first met he and Qui-Gon they were an inseparable pair-- as close
as molecules of water but as different as the seasons. Qui-Gon
gravitated toward children, he's a natural. Ardeth could
intimidate a droideka.
Ardeth's mahogany eyes stare at you. He is speechless. His
mouth hangs open a bit. You're not accustomed to this
expression. You smile meekly fearing the worst.
His hand timidly touches your womb. You lick your lips. You
inhale feeling his life force touch the tiny one within you. Its
response is an echo of his.
"I'm going to be a father." He whispers.
You tear and nod, "Please don't be upset."
He shakes his head rapidly. And says something you don't
understand.
"MY LOVE!!" He sweeps you up, kissing you. "You have made me
so happy."
"You're not angry." Your arms and legs are wrapped around
him.
"No. I love you and I love our daughter!" He declares in
between kisses.
Ardeth embraces you tightly, nearly squeezing the wind out
of you. He ushers you into the bedroom. The hike is all but
forgotten.]
"Ahh Sgt. Fey-Jinn," A voice calls behind you.
You turn to see your former commanding officer, Troy Xiloft.
You wondered how a man with platinum hair and the pallor to
match, could stand living on a planet with so much sun.
"Commander Xiloft." You nod not saluting because both he
and you were out of uniform. Actually you no longer served him
but worked in a civilian branch of the Security Forces.
"I'm so glad to find you." He glances at the clothes in
the window. He shakes his head contemptuously albeit briefly.
Xiloft always gave you a hard time during your pregnancies.
He always thought it was just another excuse for staying home and
doing nothing.
You eye him suspiciously, "Well I was just leaving. I must
pick up my protocol droid from the tech shop."
"Actually I need to speak with you."
"I'm off today, check back with me tomorrow."
"I can't do that." He snapped. "We have a security problem
per clearance Bravo-Alpha-One."
You swear to yourself. He invoked a classified civilian
security code which prompts you to duty automatically.
Chapter Three
"It's only for a day or two." Your boss Agent Megan Shar
informs, pacing in front of you. "I realize your time with us is
limited but you must understand-- that while she seeks refuge on
our planet her welfare is in our hands."
Shar's footsteps thud against the plush carpenting inside
her expansive office.
"The political machinations between principalities are a
dangerous game. I am told that the authorities and the Jedi are
quite close to flushing out her would be assassins. In the
meantime, her wedding ceremony is scheduled as planned. And we
must keep her safe until she can be safely escorted home. Do you
have any questions?"
You gather your thoughts, "Several actually. First, why me?
I haven't been in the field for about two years. Second, where
is she staying? And lastly, doesn't she have a compliment of
personal security?"
Commander Xiloft moves away from his position behind Agent
Shar.
"You have been chosen because you are the most qualified
person to handle this detail. Unfortunately, most of my
personnel aren't quite up to the task. And yes the duchess, Ms.
Prevette, has security but they were relieved of their duties
when one tried to assassinate her in her private quarters."
You nod wondering if you are mentally and physically up to
the task. You stopped your intensive training regimen a year
ago. Yea, you use to thrive on this stuff but now...
Then it occurs to you they hadn't answered your question.
"Where is she staying?"
"With you." Agent Shar answered.
"Me?!" Were they out of their damn minds?! "That's out of
the question." You insist jumping out of your seat.
"I suggest you check yourself sargeant." Commander Xiloft
warned.
"Excuse me," You sneer, "but I no longer work for you."
"This is true," Agent Shar adds, "but you still work for me.
And it is up to both of our discretion whether you qualify for
your retirement benefits."
You calm yourself in light of her trump card. You need
those benefits, it's the main lifeline of your household. The
credits that Qui and Ardeth receive are mainly to enable them to
successfully carry out their missions--not to support a
household.
Though the Order does not forbid lifebonding, most of the
ones that take place are between fellow Jedi. Which then
naturally leads to a life in and around the temple where much is
already provided. A Jedi's life is meant to be completely
dedicated to Service with little expectation or time for anything
or anyone.
"I oppose this arrangement and my spouses may oppose this as
well." You clasp your hands behind your back.
"I suggest you work something out. Because the Duchess is in
the next office waiting for you." Shar hands you a holster which
contains a mini-blaster, a shiv and a comm-link. "Surely you can
spare the room one day and is it not apart of the Jedi code to
have compassion for the needy.
You coldly glare at them. What the hell do they know about
the Code?
You salute the two and turn to leave.
"And Sgt. another thing," Xiloft adds, "her things have
already been delivered to your home."
You nod gritting your teeth. Hopefully the Tech Shop
already delivered SWee to your home. At least there won't be a
stack of sand covered bags on your porch.
Chapter Four
You've been her bodyguard for one hour and she is already
a handful. The duchess was not in the office like they said nor
was she anywhere in the building.
You continue scanning the grounds of the town hall. The
desert wind stings your unprotected face. Your eyes squint in
the failing daylight. A tingling sensation runs across the
surface of your skin, you pant feeling a wave of energy flow
behind you. You double back, crouching around a corner. You spy
a glance seeing a tall slender woman with long black hair looming
over a humanoid valet barking out commands.
//The duchess.// You surmise recalling her holofile. //She's
even flashier in real life.//
The stout humanoid cowers and nods while she motions toward
an open transport.
//That stupid--.// You grit your teeth and pull out your
mini blaster and shiv. //Both operational and raring to go.//
You replace the mini-dagger but grip the blaster. The hair
on the back of your neck rises. Something wasn't right. The
valet reaches behind him. He's grabs for something. You
skillfully fire off a shot and bound for the shocked duchess.
She shrieks hysterically. You drag her toward the transport
just as a speeder rounds the corner. You use a wall for cover.
A woman and two men hop out of the speeder and examine the
valet's slumped body. They pull a mini-blaster out of his back
pocket.
//Shit// You turn and mouth "Follow me."
You manage to take out two of them before the woman
responds. She gets off a shot, you push the duchess into the open
transport and volley off a couple back at the assassin. In a
split second you decide to take the woman out, it was that or
risk her following you home. Three steps and four shots later,
you slump in the co-pilot's seat next to the duchess. She stares
at you like an Eopie caught in a hunter's trap. You wince as you
program the navicomputer to fly sub-orbital. It'll take you
straight into the Sa'ered, the deep desert.
Instinctively you hold your side. You pull away your hand
and glance at the blood on it.
"You're bleeding!" She shrinks away from you.
"Yes, I know this." You sigh. "I'll be fine. We will be home
soon. I need you," You point behind you, "to check the tracking
system right there. It's important that we aren't being
followed."
"How--?"
You interject, "It's already on. The computer will show if
there are any ships behind us or if we're being scanned." You
sigh feeling weak. You need a medkit and quick.
She bobs around the station nervously and then says, "We're
fine, no one is following us."
You don't answer but reach for the medkit on the wall behind
you.
"You don't look so good," She says returning back to the co-
pilot seat.
You glare at her as you enlarge the hole in your dress and
apply the bacta to your wound. The cool ointment feels good on
your wound. You dress it as well as you can and settle down.
"Don't pass out on me. I can't fly this thing."
"It will fly itself and land itself." You drift off.
[ Master Qui-Gon Jinn's back is to you. He stares out over
the desert. He'd been standing there for the last ten minutes.
Just staring. You turn around and look at Knight Ardeth Fay
sitting rigidly in a dining room chair. His tall frame dwarfs
the piece of furniture. His brown eyes peer at you. Though his
expression is impassive, you know he like Qui-Gon, is quelling
his anger.
"Please try to understand," you plead. "I have no choice."
"There is always a choice." Qui-Gon replies behind you.
"In this case there isn't." You lick your lips. Your mouth
is as dry as the desert, "I must obey."
"Why?" Ardeth growled, his brown complexion melds with the
incoming sunlight.
"That doesn't matter." You reply figuring there was no need
of making things worse by admitting the real reason.
"It does matter." Qui-Gon turns around. His arms are clasped
behind his back as he moves toward the table. "Why do you choose
to work for a man who has no regard for your life?"
"Because I have to! I signed a contract." You rub your
belly feeling a flutter inside, "That's what you do when you work
for the Security Force. My life, my time belongs to them for one
more year."
"That is insane." Ardeth hissed.
"Why are you two acting like this?!! When we bonded you knew
all about my life."
"Things are different now." Qui-Gon answers with
irritation.
"You can take a leave of absence. The work is too
dangerous." Ardeth shifts in his chair.
You shake your head. The room is washed in hostile
emotions. You notice that the ceramic centerpiece on the table
is shaking.
"Why not?" Ardeth asks, the anger in his voice now evident.
"Why are you protecting that worm Xiloft?"
"I'm doing it for us. I'm protecting us."
Qui-Gon's eyes narrow, "How?"
You don't answer.
"Chana how?" Qui-Gon's voice is a low rumble.
The centerpiece rattles furiously upon the table.
"He says if I refuse this assignment, he will know that you
two had a hand in my decision making. And then he will go to the
Jedi Council and lodge a complaint requesting that you be
reassigned for exercising undue influence in local affairs."
Qui-Gon flew passed you. He opens the patio door and walks
out. Blowing sand drifts on to the floor.
Suddenly you feel as if you have committed a capital crime,
"Not once have I questioned your lives!" Tears roll down your
eyes, "Why are you doing this to me?"
Ardeth leans forward, "He has interfered in our lives long
enough. I am tired of it."
"He is my boss!"
"We are your husband!" He barks back, "You will not go on
this assignment."
"Have you been listening to me? I'm going. I have no
choice."
"No you are not."
"Yes I am. What would you have me do? Risk losing you?!!"
"Over the life of my child?! YES!!" He slams his hand on the
table. The centerpiece shatters into hundreds of pieces.]
The duchess shakes you awake. She points to a star filled
night. The ship has landed and powered down. You wipe your
sweaty brow and shakily stand up. You check the coordinates on
the navicomputer.
//Perfect, only a half an hour away. //
"Let's go." You say weakly.
"Where?"
"To my home, where your bags are- hopefully." You answer
disembarking from the ship.
"There's nothing here but sand!" She protests..
"And if we don't hurry up we'll be buried in it. This is
Sand Lake. There are many sandstorms on this plateau. The ship
will be buried soon."
You enter your home greeted by Swee, Cato and Micki.
"Your room is over there." You point to the door just off
the living room and head towards your bedroom. You need rest.
Sleep. And time to heal.
"Mistress!" SW-40 declares noticing your wound. You
ignore him and go to bed.
Jedi Knight Ardeth Fay's raven mane grazed the top of his
shoulders. The hair's gentle curls waved in the desert night
air. He closed his eyes and exhaled as the repulsors on his
hover cycle hummed to a stop. As he dismounted from his craft,
the billows of his coffee colored Robe flowed around him. Silent
and still, he stood in front of his home. The massive adobe
structured lay half buried beneath the ground.
Ardeth scanned the desert terrain more out of habit than
concern. His senses were still on alert. He was tired and
morally exhausted. Hatred and bigotry often drained him more
than any sword fight ever could. Except this time he had to deal
with both.
All he wished to do now was rest. Rest in his own bed, next
to you his life-mate of five years. He believed that whenever he
came home, all was in balance. There was only one other place in
the galaxy where he felt safer the Jedi Temple.
He mentally reached out searching for you and Qui-Gon. He
immediately sensed your sleeping self but no sign of the Master.
//Mission.// He sighed again palming the lock to the house.
He entered darkness and silence. "Light one-eighth." He
growled taking off his robe. The dusty garment floated toward a
basket in the corner for SWee to clean in the morning.
Ardeth let the peace of his home surround and penetrate him.
The waves of the Force spoke to him. His head pivoted towards
the guestroom.
He frowned, "A woman." He made a mental note to ask you
about her later but now he wanted to shower.
The fatigued knight easily dried his taught muscular frame.
Tight tendons and sore appendages obeyed his command albeit
grudgingly as he made quick work of his drying. Finished, he
tossed the towel aside and slid into the enormous bed behind you.
His naked body snuggled next to your clothed one. He
pressed his chest to your back as he enjoyed the scent of your
hair and body. He drew you closer. Your expression is of sweet
innocence.
//I love you so much.// He stroked your hair and caressed
your face. //All the time I spend away from you is torture.//
Ardeth's hand wandered over to your freshly dressed wound.
You stirred as he held you closer. His warm breath tickled the
skin on your neck. Your lover grimaced feeling your pain through
your shared your link. He carefully lifted your shirt and
studied your wound.
//My love.// You lean into him and wince. Your eyes fluttered
open. //Please.//
You gasped as he tested its severity. You quivered.
"Shh. Be calm now. I will not hurt you." Ardeth closed his
eyes and refocused his feelings. He let the anxiety of you being
hurt dissipate and concentrated on healing you. His breathing
calmed as the Force was channeled through his hand to your wound.
You sobbed quietly as the heat emanating from his hand opened
the wound briefly. A feeling of pins and needles dashed through
the area as you healed from the inside out.
The pain increased as your cells regenerated, severed nerves
repaired, restored and reawakened. He would not let you pull
away as you cried openly pleading him to stop.
He caressed your chin and kissed you chastely on the lips.
"You will be fine now. Sleep. We will speak of this
tomorrow."
Ardeth wrapped you in his arms and gently compelled you to
sleep.
Chapter Five
The mid-afternoon sun radiates through the blinds. You rest
on the couch scrolling through a datapad while Ardeth sits cross-
legged on the floor in front of you. He meticulously cleans the
carbon scoring that has built up on the hilt of his saber.
"You are in retirement." He says in his native Titanese.
"Semi-retirement." You answer back easily. You maneuver
your foot to touch his tunic.
"This is too dangerous. Assassins." He growls back.
"I am trained."
"That is not the point." He glares at you. His expression
makes you turn away. You know what he is referring to, the main
reason you are in semi-retirement now.
"I know." You answer meekly. Guilt shrouds you.
His rough hand caresses your leg. "No." He shakes his head.
"No guilt. It was not your fault." He returns to cleaning his
weapon. "It is his fault."
Ardeth stops and closes his eyes. Letting go of his anger
and hate. "I do hope one day he learns the value of his
soldiers."
His eyes re-open to see the duchess standing before him.
She is wearing a short sheer gown that stops at her mid-thigh.
Her satin robe is open and touches the floor. She places her
hands on her hips and flings her hair back.
"What time is it?" She asks, voice raspy.
"Mid day." You answer wondering if she knew ahead time that
there was someone out here with you.
The duchess frowns. "Oh." She sways her hips seductively.
You sense Ardeth's annoyance more than anything else. You
force back a grin.
"Cover yourself." He retorts in Galactic Standard. His heavy
accent punches the words.
"Who the hell are you?" She barks complying.
Ardeth ignores her and continues cleaning the hilt. He was
never very sociable and lousy at negotiations. But still, he is
a great leader and a good man.
You decide to inform her yourself. Hell she had to know. "He
lives here. This my lifemate, Ardeth Fey." You motion to him as
his utility belt glides to his waiting hand.
The duchess eyes him suspiciously. "Oh." She humphs and
wanders into the kitchen.
//That went well.// You tease
"She is spoiled." He says in titanese. "She will not listen to
you. Watch her carefully."
SW-40 shuffles to the knight and hands him his cloak.
"Where are you going?" You ask craning up to receive his kiss.
"To town. I have a feeling we are working together yet again."
His kiss is tender. "I will be back tonight."
He is out the door in a flash.
Chapter Six
You continue studying your notes as the duchess sits across
from you.
"I just want to say thank you. For saving my life."
You are uncertain of her sincerity but accept her gratitude
anyway, "You're welcome." You reply turning your attention to
her.
"I suppose we never got a chance to formally meet--I'm Theo."
She holds out her hand gregariously.
Your alarm over this behavior is evident. You manage to shake
her hand.
"Yea, not what you expect from nobility hunh?"
"No."
"Well, I wasn't raised with money I kinda came into it."
She continues under your questioning gaze, "Illegitimate but
next in line."
"Oh," you nod. "I guess you missed out on palace intrigue
hunh?"
"Not really," She purses her red lips, "it's always there
waiting whenever I go to court. My father has an estate in the
country, our principality is small but important."
Theo's gaze is far off--distant.
"Well you'll be lifebonded soon. And you and your mate will
create a life of your own separate from the others."
Theo shook her head, "That's not how it works. I have to give
up my freedom, my life, to marry a man I hardly know and have
kids I don't even want."
You shake your head only half paying attention to the last
of the information on record before you.
"Don't get sanctimonius with me." She says sourly, "This
whole situation stinks. Well, I've got duties. And unlike you,
I don't get to lead an adventurous life with a dashing knight.
My betrothed barely knows my name. My bonding with this man
could be vital to the welfare of my planet, it is a convenience.
Not love."
"Hence your attempted getaway."
"I had to try." She rolls her eyes.
"That was really dumb. Haven't you heard? There are people
out to kill you."
"Death would be better than the prison I'm in."
You sneer at her, "You say that because you have never faced
death."
She cocks her head, "How would you know. You're just a body
guard for fat bureaucrats!"
"What happened to that adventurous life you mentioned
earlier."
"I suppose hanging on the coattails of a man can provide an
outlet."
"Spoken from experience?" You are passed irritation and
well into anger.
"I want a life with meaning, adventure."
"An adventurous life?" You're hung up on that phrase.
"Yes! You heard me. When I get home, everyday, every second
of my life is monitored. People always wanting to know what I
eat, drink, wear, where I'd like to go. Not to mention my
thoughts on topics I know nothing about. And Gods forbid I say
or do something wrong then it is a complete and total
embarrassment."
"And don't forget the assassins trying to kill you." You
retort, she is obviously missing your sarcasm.
She waves her arms, "And there's that! Where and why they
have chosen me as a target, I'll never know! But my ass is out
there on the line everyday so don't look at me smuggly with your
safe boring life."
You stare at her. You are so enraged you don't know whether
to scream, cry or knock the crap out of her. "You don't know
shit about me. And you probably to don't care to."
You slam the datapad down, "I'm real sorry about your poor
fucked up noble life. But some of us don't give a shit. I
didn't ask for this assignment, it was given to me in spite of my
opposition. We all have problems but some of us don't put other
people's lives in danger trying to escape them."
"What? The transport?!" Theo yells, "I don't want your
friggin' protection and I didn't ask for it! Unlike me, you can
quit at the end of the day."
"No! Like you, I can't quit. And UNLIKE YOU I LOVE MY
BETROTHED and I want kids!!" You stop yourself and listen to the
remark as it hangs in the air.
"All women say that until they have some. And then they're
like my mother, they just want you stay out of their hair. Kids
wreck your body, men wreck your mind and both steal your life."
"You've got a lot to learn." You stand up, "It does not have
to be that way. I dare you to come back and tell me that
bullshit after... and only after you carry your children for nine
months. Feeling them move inside of you, connecting with you and
then giving birth only to give them away to quite possibly never
see them again!"
You lean in close, "And then have to live with the
possibility that every time your spouse leaves your bed it may be
the last time you see him. Or the fact that on a daily basis you
risk your life for people who don't give a shit about you. When
you know these things...then we can TALK!!"
You straighten up. "Get dressed, I'm dropping you off."
Chapter Seven
An hour later, you enter your house feeling as if a Republic
Transport has been lifted off your shoulders. You told Xiloft
and Shar to find another flunky to do their baby sitting for
them. You quit. Yes you only had a couple more days to go but
it wasn't worth it. Your little chat with Theo kind of put
things into perspective for you.
Family comes first. Now how this family is going to be fed
is another problem. But you know the three of you will figure
out something.
You prepare a bubble bath.
After soaking for an hour, you lounge on the bed wrapped in
a fluffy robe. You drift off into a dreamless sleep.
"Mmmm." You moan feeling your thigh caressed. You smile.
//Must be the cat.//
"Micki." You giggle noticing the touch is sensual not playful.
"Guess again." Ardeth replies.
You open your eyes and see a gorgeous man smiling at you.
"Hello my love." You clear your raspy throat.
He strokes your cheek with the back of his hand, "Hello."
"Feeling better?" Qui-Gon asks leaning next to you on the
other side.
You smile brightly and nod. He kisses you delicately.
"Business all taken care of?" You ask innocently. Basking in
the love they are projecting.
"Yes." Qui-Gon answers taking off his Robe. He neatly hangs
it up in the closet. "Ardeth informed me that you were guarding
the duchess." His voice is filled with disapproval.
"Yep, I sure was." You feel guilty going back on your
promise.
"Several high council members were caught and charged with
high treason in connection with her assassination attempt." He
informs with his back to you. You feel his frustration. He
worries about you being involved with such intrigue.
He and Ardeth are so protective of you.
You bend your legs causing the robe to fall open. Your mound
is showing, "Interesting."
Ardeth's hand wanders down from your face to your legs. He
massages your thighs and calves.
"Of course things weren't made any easier when the duchess was
dropped bags and all on Xiloft's doorstep." Ardeth comments, his
lips curling into a grin.
"Wow, that must have been something." You watch Qui-Gon as he
continues to divest himself of his clothing.
"I thought you were not going to let Xiloft goad you into
taking any more assignments." He is completely nude now. His
long member hangs limply. You purr. He ignores you. Your
desire is radiating outward.
"I was weak." You answer coyly to Ardeth. Your eyes are wide
and innocent. He leans forward and kisses you. You respond
back, your tongue exploring the depths of his mouth.
You pull away, "But I became stronger." You give Qui-Gon
the same look. He's not buying it. Ardeth's fingers explores
your increasingly moist center.
Qui-Gon eyes you full of reproach. He shakes his head and
walks into the bathroom. You hear the refresher turn on.
You switch to a mental conversation. You're not letting him
get away that easily.
//I have decided to not take any more of Shar and Xilofts
crap.//
//How so?// Ardeth asks his wet fingers trace your nipples.
"Mmmm." You respond to his touch.
//I quit, that's why I dropped Theo off at his house,// Your
arousal is growing. You are freely sharing it with the two men.
//I figure, if he is so intent on her being protected he should
do it himself.//
You intertwine your fingers in his soft black hair, pulling
him into a kiss. Your tongue glides over his lips and chin,
finally delving inside his hot mouth. His thick tongue fills
you. You press harder into him, your tongues engage in a hot wet
tussell.
//And I thought about something else.// You break away from
Ardeth. He stands up and undresses.
You rub your breasts as he does so. //I considered your
request and I agree.//
Ardeth climbs on top of you. His strong hard body presses
against you as he kisses you. Your insides melt. He dots
feather kisses over your face and neck.
//I want to try again.//
Ardeth stops and says aloud, "We know of your sadness
because of their birthday."
"I miss them so much." You say looking into his eyes and
remembering Nurit. "There's not a day that doesn't go by when I
don't think about them."
Your eyes sting with tears. Through your link, you feel Qui
and Ardeth's helplessness. They hate to see you sad. You know
there is nothing they can do.
//That's why I didn't want any more. The very thought of
having to give them up....// Tears roll down your cheek. //But
I love you so much. And want apart of you in me.//
//I will speak to the council// Qui-Gon projects quietly.
He is struggling with his emotions. You feel the battle.
//Perhaps they will allow you to see the children.//
Ardeth sits up, //I see them at the temple. Playing. It
warms my heart. I will do anything for them.//
You nod in agreement. //Even if it means allowing them to
have a better life. I know now that with the gifts they possess,
if left unchecked it could be disastrous for them.//
Ardeth's mahogany eyes stare at you lovingly. They are full
of love and sorrow. He misses them. You mentally reach out to
Qui-Gon. Nothing.
"It is the will of the Force." You say.
Then the refresher stops and you feel a flood of emotions from
Qui-Gon. //Before our bonding I never knew that anything outside
the order could provide me with such profound happiness. And
then Obi-Wan was born.// The Master pauses, //When you slept and
he'd cry at night to be fed, I'd take him in my arms--feed him,
hold him.//
The day Obi-Wan was tested, the look on the Jedis' faces
after the results were astonishing. You remember the nornally
somber Jedi Knight saying with enthusiasm that Obi-Wan had a high
midi-chlorian count and was quite gifted in Force ability. The
pride on Qui-Gon's face was evident, though he did his best to
hide it. Your happiness melted away quite quickly when you
realize Obi-Wan would have to leave, you did your best to hide
your sadness.
You sigh and wondered why you are doing all this carrying
on. You knew going into the relationship that any children
resulting from your union could be taken to the Order.
Your thoughts drift to your daughter. Unlike Obi-Wan, Nurit
did not dance in your womb. She soothed you, and you her. You
could sit for hours in your favorite rocking chair, hum and
stroke your belly. She loved it so much.
And to think you almost lost her because you were forced
into going on assignment in the beginning of your second
trimester. You close your eyes and inhale. You cling to the
hope of being able to see them in life and not just in your
dreams.
Slowly your mood lifts.
"They are apart of us. They are our children and we miss
them." Ardeth replies. He dapples your hand with feather light
kisses, "I struggle with Nurit's absence on a daily basis. My
little girl, she is of me."
You sit up and look into Ardeth's eyes. Next to the children,
he and Qui-Gon meant the world to you. "I know there is honor in
the Way of the Jedi. I live with two glowing examples."
You pull Ardeth on top of you. His lean sculpted body pins
you to the bed. Your open legs allows your already wet mound to
rub against his flat ridged belly.
His tongue licks your neck just after he nips it. You moan
in gratitude.
"I want to be in you." Ardeth whispers in your ear.
"I want you inside me." Your hips grind into him.
He makes thorough work of your chest and breast tasting,
nipping and suckling. Your fingers massage his scalp, your eyes
are closed, mouth open in ecstasy.
Ardeth's mouth releases your erect nipple. The sudden cold
air stings the tip.
He massages the nipples and licks the tip. His mouth encases
it, the sound of his suckling pervades the room. Your eyes study
his glistening body. A thin sheen of moisture covers his smooth
hairless skin. Your leg wraps around him, rubbing his round firm
ass.
You roll him over. Now you are on top. Your tongues
explores the depths of his mouth. You trace his flat nipples
with delicate kisses and nips.
"Chana." He sighes as you move south. Your hand discovers his
nest of curls.
He growls. You lick his ridged belly and cup his swelling
sac. Your hand moves up to stroke his hardening length. You
gaze at him, his eyes are closed. So beautiful. So powerful.
You part the muscled steel that is his legs and gently
caress his penis. You lick the tip, allowing the sticky pre-cum
to dance off your tongue and chin. You are wet, so wet.
His moans are greater. Your tongue dances over the tip and
just under it. Ardeth's hips buck. He swears your name.
//You are killing me.// He warns
You smile and squeeze his long stalk. Long vessels coarse
through it, elongating it. Your mouth covers as much as it can.
Up and down you bob, caressing it with your tongue. Your
salivation mixes with his lubrication.
"mmmm." You say setting up an easy rhythm. Your mind barely
notices the creaking bed. You break away from his cock to lick
his sac.
His panting is ragged. You hold his cock firmly, stroking and
cover the tip with your mouth. Your rhythm is faster your
strokes firmer. Your chin and mouth is slick from his moisture.
Suddenly you are lifted and placed on your back. Ardeth
opens your legs and delves at your center. Licking you, tasting
you. His tongues dives into you furiously, desperately. He
licks you almost dry.
Your open eyes are greeted by his. He kisses you and
repositions himself.
//A strong man, a strong knight.// You sigh.
He spreads your legs and clasps your ankles. A stiff cock
probes your entrance slowly. His penetration is slow and deep.
Ardeth's penis splits, pierces you.
"Unnnhhhhh.." You whimper and pant for you know he will not
stop until his is sheathed to the hilt.
He has you. You are unable to move, only receive the steady
pulsing of his hips. You feel the pressure of his cock in your
center.
"Baby." you say as his speed increases but tempo remains the
same.
You muscles spasm from arousal. He growls as you clinch. He
lets go of your ankles. Your legs plop to the bed.
"GODS!" he yells and impales.
"AHHHHH!" You scream
His weight is fully on you. Hips grinding into yours. Little
circles, deeply.
//You are mine.// He asserts in your head.
You spread your legs wider. He thrusts harder and deeper.
"Fuck me. Ardeth. Fuck me."
His cock punches your sweet spot. You scream with each
thrust, meeting his hips.
His breath is ragged. His control slipping. You wrap your
legs around him. He sinks deeper. You grind into him.
//Yes....// All control gone he pounds wildly into you.
You shake your head from side to side under his strength.
You feel the climb. The tension rises. You gasp, pant. He
pushes, thrusts, pounds.
"AHHH...!" You arch your back and clinch his cock. He
thrusts one, two, three--
"UHHHnnngghhh.." He spurts into you. Your body knows
instantly. Your muscles quiver milking him, suddenly he responds
and pours seed into you. He shouts as his hips hammer you.
You two collapse. The smell of sex hangs in the hair. You
two kiss. He rolls off of you. Contented you sigh. Your head
turns and you see the Master.
His thick, massive cock is being stroked by his hand. You
open your legs and hold out your arms.
"Master come."
Qui-Gon crawls onto the bed. His normal compassionate eyes
are cloaked in lust, desire. His thick cock is so hard, it
stands straight up.
The master engulfs you in a kiss which steals your breath.
You hungrily lean into him. He breaks away. His coarse beard
tickles your face. He licks your chin and mouth.
Through your link, you feel his control slipping. He saw
and felt everything. Now he needs release. Qui-Gon grabs your
legs pulling you into position. He sheathes himself fully in one
stroke.
You shriek. He is big, very big. Your wetness and Ardeth's
semen allows such quick access. Your entire hollow is impaled by
his cock. Your breath is short. He is holding still to calm
himself.
Qui-Gon begins, his rhythm is steady, his strokes short. He
manages to lean down and you crane upward to kiss. You lay back
down. His strokes are bolder and longer. You are filled by his
massive rock hard member.
//Ardeth warned me that you are tight. We must remedy that.//
The master projects. Even then you can hear the strain in him.
He is desperately trying to hold out.
You clench your muscles.
"AWWW!!" He growls and thrusts harshly.
You shriek, your entire body jarred by his movement. Your
arousal is thrown to newer heights. Your eyes meet. You want
more. You wiggle your pelvis and clinch. He growls with
frustration and pain again.
"Did I hurt you Qui-Gon?" You grin evilly.
"Do not play this game little one," He warns.
"You may be on top," Your hands caress his erect nipples, "but
I'm in charge."
You stare at him defiantly and clench with all your
strength, squeezing his rigid cock.
"SHIT!" Anger flares in his eyes.
You are emboldened. You know your playfulness in bed can be
wreckless. But if you can't play with your spouse then who could
you play with?
Qui-Gon's chest heaves back and forth. His hands grip the
sheets. You wander if he will withdraw from you. If he tries,
you will grab hold and not let go.
"Perhaps she should learn a lesson." You hear Ardeth suggest
next to you.
You don't care. You are too busy enjoying your little game.
Qui-Gon stares at you. His expression is a mixture of
pissed-offedness, desire and good ole fashioned horniness.
Your arms fly above your head. A great weight pins them
there. Your legs are opened to their limit. He exits you fully
and penetrates you as deeply and as fast as he can.
You gasp. Your back leaps off the bed. His body dwarfs
your petite frame. He slams into you again.
You screech and struggle but are unable to move. Tears roll
down your cheeks as his thick cocks scours your insides. You
enjoy it, love it. You are more wetter than before but still it
is painful. You admit you can't take much more.
You whimper, "Master please..."
He exits you. Your body is released. Qui-Gon lays on top
of you and whispers directly into your ear, "Do not play with
fire, you will be burned."
"Yes Master." You nod breathlessly. He kisses you sweetly.
A kiss that makes everything better. You love him dearly. You
always will.
He tilts your hips up. Entering you quickly, Qui-Gon grinds
his hips in circles as you curl your legs around him. His
movement is gentle, passionate. He links his mind with you, your
ragged breaths become synchronized.
His thrusts stretches you, fills you sending waves of
pleasure. He leans forward, his weight on you fully. His ass
rises and falls rapidly. His cock pumps into you. Your
sychronized moaning is constant.
The bed shakes with each thrust. You two begin your climb.
You reach down and cup his sac. He shifts your positions pumping
you wildly.
//I'm coming.// He projects loudly, //Dear Gods.//
You whimper sharing the ecstasy. You climb the hill
together. He penis hits your sweet spot repeatedly. You wail.
His thrusting is punctuated, frenzied. Then...
"AWWWnnnghhhh!!" You scream arching your back. You clench his
penis.
He growls into the bed exploding inside of you. His warm seed
coats your interior. You lift your hips wanting to receive every
drop. His hips slow naturally.
He softens and exits you, you feel wetness oozing out of
you. You lick your swollen lips. Your legs tremble. Qui-Gon
kisses you and moves over.
Chapter Eight
You close your eyes relaxing. Your vaginal muscles are
stretched and fatigued. You feel Ardeth kissing your lips. His
hard length rubs against you.
//Recharged already?// Your eyes are closed. You grin
mischievously. Your stamina is about to be tested.
//Have you forgotten Nurit's conception so soon?// He asks
in between kisses.
Ah, yes. You remember now. It happened during a marathon
fuck session. It was the three of you and a bad sandstorm. That
night Ardeth's sperm were the fastest swimmers.
You are against a wall, impaled upon Ardeth's hard cock.
Your legs are wrapped around him. You clinch his strong
shoulders. His grunts echo in your ears as he thrusts into you.
"I...love...you..." You say in between thrusts.
He moans, //I love you.//
Your mouth latches onto his as your body pounds the wall.
He readjusts you, goes deeper into you hitting your cervix. You
pant.
"Oh, no." You whimper feeling yourself climb.
"Come for me." He growls, his thrusting is more insistent.
With the help of the Force, he is able to massage your clit.
Ragged breaths escape your mouth. You shriek feeling the muscles
in your mound spasm.
You close your eyes tight and rake your nails across his
back riding the crest of your orgasm. As you calm and open your
eyes, he grunts and explodes inside of you. His seed seeps out
of you.
In the same position he carries your limp body to the bed.
Rest. Sleep. You want sleep. Your pussy is so wet and full.
You're starting to feel sore.
"Chana I need you." Qui whispers.
You open your eyes. They beg for release. His cock is
swollen, engorged. It is stiff, erect.
You are tired. But you love him. You kiss him and move
towards his cock.
He stops you. "No. Inside you."
You nod. He mounts and slips easily into you. Your so
slick now. There is barely any friction. His thrusts are strong
and hard from the outset. The head board bangs against the wall.
Your hips lift to greet him. He grunts above you. In this
position, neither one of you will get satisfaction. You two
disengage. You flip over on all fours. You backup toward the
end of the bed and Qui-Gon penetrates you from behind.
There. That was what you need. He hits your sweet spot
immediately. You call his name. His hips slam into you. Qui-
Gon's length hollows you out. You know you won't be able to walk
tonight or tomorrow for that matter.
Qui-Gon's hands grasps your fleshy thighs and tilts your
pelvis, attacking your center from a different angle. You
scream, he growls. Wet smacking sounds mingle with the erotic
scent within the room. You're climbing, your breathing is
ragged.
"No..not again." How this man controls your body you'll never
know, "Oh GODS!! I can't--." You scream as the muscles of your
pussy clinches his cock as if demanding seed it no longer has
room for. Qui-Gon delivers. A full load. He pours into you
growling.
He comes and comes. And comes. You feel excess stickiness
everywhere. As you collapse on the bed trembling, he and Ardeth
places you under the covers. You turn on your side, Ardeth
behind you cupping you like a spoon, Qui-Gon in front you. You
pull him close to your cooling body. He wraps your arm around
him and intertwines his fingers with yours.
You all drift off into a sleep filled with pleasant dreams
of family.