***********

The Silver Wing sat motionless in deep space. The once
state of the art private craft had seen better days. With it's
long range comm unit down and burnt out fuel rods, her
passengers only option was to wait for a ship to come
close enough to pick up their short range emergency
signal.

As a newly knighted Jedi, Qui-Gon Jinn had only been
on a handfull of missions. This one was proving to be
very frustrating. He disliked having to rely on others for
rescue but realized he had no choice. He just hoped it
would come soon and in the form of a friendly guise.
They were vulnerable out here and he didn't like it.

Qui-Gon had spent most of the past three days in light
meditation in order to keep track of the sensor display.
Meditation helped suppress his need for sleep. He
wanted to be focused and alert when they made contact
with another ship.

From the pilot's seat in the cockpit, Qui-Gon could see
most of the interior of the small craft. The lounge area,
with two acceleration couches and a small table, was
directly behind the cockpit. Beyond that was the exit
ramp, a tiny galley and small refresher unit. The lounge
doubled as a sleep area. At night the table could be
lowered into the floor and the acceleration couches
opened out for sleeping.

Qui-Gon glanced at the young woman working at the
table. Illyana Pon Drevni was returning to her homeworld
after a fifteen year absence. Her grandfather, King Olym
of Avol, had sent her off planet to be educated. His recent
demise had thrown the planet into chaos. Civil war seemed
imminent. The Jedi had been called in as mediators until
peace could be restored and Illyana made queen. It was
Qui-Gon's duty to escort Illyana to Avol.

Qui-Gon stifled a yawn as he watched Illyana study the
information he had brought from Avol. She had done little
else since their journey started. He admired her dedication
but found himself wishing she would set aside her work. Tall
and slender, without being too thin, Illyana had light brown
skin which set off her short cropped white hair. The young
knight was attracted to her from the first, but it wasn't until he
looked into her lavender eyes that he began to entertain carnal
thoughts. He had to force them from his mind time and again.
He was haunted by images of her long legs wrapped around
him, her flesh against his. He tore his gaze away, turning to
stare out the view screen. How long had he been watching her?

Illyana read the text in front of her again. No matter how hard
she tried, she could not seem to get through it. Not that it really
mattered, she had commited it all to memory the first time
through. She had to do something to keep from throwing
herself at the Jedi. He was tall and handsome. It wasn't often
she found someone taller than herself. He was a powerful man,
she could see that, with long shiny brown hair pulled back
in a tail. How she longed to run her fingers through that hair!
He wore a well trimmed beard and mustache that seemed to
give him an air of authority. He was young, she knew, and he
had the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen. Always
in the past Illyana had actively pursued the men she was
interested in. What was so different about this one? Here she
was stranded in space with this perfect male specimen and
she had suddenly gone shy. Once they reached Avol her
life wouldn't be her own any more. What was she waiting
for? She stared at him as he looked off into space. What
large hands he had. She wondered if they were soft or
rough. How would her skin feel as he slid a hand up the
inside of her thigh? Suddenly feeling very warm, Illyana
tried once more to concentrate on the text in front of her.
It was no use, she could not shake the image of his hands
on her, touching, probing everywhere. She could almost
feel his long fingers moving inside her wet opening. How
she ached for him! He was a Jedi, couldn't he sense how
she needed him?! Illyana put away her work and went to
the galley.

What was she doing back there? Qui-Gon's curiosity was
about to get the better of him when Illyana appeared at his
side carrying a bottle and two glasses. One of them she
handed to Qui-Gon. He watched as she poured a small
amount of orange liquid into his glass. She was standing so
close he could feel the heat from her body. It would be so
easy to take her in his arms.

"Try it." Illyana said breaking into his thoughts.

"What? Oh, what is it?"

"Avolian brandy. Try it." She urged.

"I'm not much of a drinker." He said before emptying his
glass. The brandy was warm and pleasantly sweet as it
slid down his throat. "Very nice." He held out the glass to
give it back to her, but instead of taking the glass she poured
a more generous amount of the brandy into it. Was she
trying to get him drunk?

Illyana sat in the co-pilot's seat, then poured some of the
orange brandy for herself. She noticed Qui-Gon trying to
hide a yawn and realized he had not slept since they
became stranded.

"You should get some sleep." She suggested. "I can
monitor the sensors."

"I'm fine. Thank you anyway." He said, although he
could feel the relaxing effect the brandy was having on
him.

They talked idly for some time. Qui-Gon nursed his
brandy while Illyana was on her third or fourth glass.

"I've been wondering about your hands," Illyana began,
"does working with a lightsaber make them rough and
callosed?"

"I suppose they are. It's not something I've given much
thought. What do you think?" He held out his right
hand for inspection. She ran her fingers over his palm.
Her touch warmed him more than the brandy had. He
closed his eyes, absorbed in the sensation.

Illyana studied his palm. It wasn't so rough, she decided,
sort of like soft leather. She ran her fingers over the
crisscross of lines and down his long fingers. She could
feel her heart pounding in her chest. It was dangerous
to be so close to him. Strength and sexuality seemed to
radiate from him. Illyana wanted him, more than she had
ever wanted any man. She cast away her sudden shyness,
leaned over and pressed her lips to his palm, kissing it
tenderly. Getting no reaction at all, Illyana looked up to find
Qui-Gon sound asleep. She took the glass from his other
hand, downed it quickly and plopped herself back into her
seat.

"Damn Jedi!" she said dejectedly.

Bored and a bit tipsy, Illyana began to explore the switches,
readouts and touchpads on the console in front of her.
She switched on the distress signal Qui-Gon had recorded. It
needed something, she decided. It didn't sound dire enough,
so she erased it and recorded a new one. A woman's voice
was sure to bring rescue quicker. She played back her
message, giggling at the contents, then hit the send button.

Illyana sat back in her chair, watching Qui-Gon sleep. His
chest moved in and out in a steady rhythm. He was more
relaxed than she had ever seen him. His head leaned against
the seat back, his right arm still extended toward her, his long,
powerful legs spread invitingly. She began to feel warm again
and removed her jacket, revealing a plain white sleeveless
blouse underneath. Closing her eyes, she imagined him
naked in the chair beside her, his legs still open at the same
angle. She could almost see what lay at the juncture of his
thighs and knew it would be an impressive package. She
imagined him crossing to her seat, tearing away her clothes.
Illyana's hand slid inside her pants as she pictured him pinning
her down, his lips devouring her neck, her shoulders, her
breasts. She moved her fingers in and out of her wet opening
as she imagined him entering her. She bit her lip to keep
from crying out as she neared her orgasm.

Qui-Gon did not know what woke him, but was glad it had
when he caught sight of Illyana masturbating. He watched
in silence as her hand moved inside her pants. He adjusted
his already uncomfortable erection as she continued to
please herself. A tiny whimper escaped from his throat and
Illyana's eyes popped open.

"Don't stop," he said huskily, "I want to watch."

Seeing his arousal and knowing his eyes were on her
excited Illyana. She came instantly, her back arching as she
cried out.
Qui-Gon went to her at once, claiming her lips in a hungry
kiss that was fiercely returned. Long arms and legs encircled
his body as he groped her feverishly. A quiet chime mingled
with their moans. Qui-Gon dismissed it as a ringing in his ears
at first, then realized it was the comm unit signaling an incoming
message. Cursing loudly, he reached behind himself to play
the message.

"This is Comet's Tail calling Silver Wing. Are you there Silver
Wing?" The voice from the other end intoned as Qui-Gon and
Illyana reluctantly but hastily straightened their clothing.

"This is Silver Wing." Qui-Gon called back.

"We recieved your distress call and have the fuel cells you
requested. We should be in docking range in five minutes."

"We'll be waiting. Will your Captain accept credits as payment?"

"My Captain has another method of payment in mind. Is Illyana
Pon Drevni there?"

"I'm here." She answered before Qui-Gon could stop her.

"Captain Miphos requests the services of your consort as
payment for the fuel rods. She will accept nothing else." Came
the voice from the Comet's Tail.

Qui-Gon stared eyes wide at Illyana who had turned pale
beside him. He couldn't imagine what was going on.

"One moment please." He said into the comm, then pressed
the mute button. "What's he talking about?" He asked Illyana.

"I recorded a new distress signal message while you were
sleeping." She said sheepishly. "I thought a female voice might
bring aid sooner."

"And your consort?"

"I'm sorry Qui-Gon. I guess I had too much to drink." She
took his hand. "I'm sure they'll take the money."

They would not take the money and Qui-Gon found himself
readying to board the other ship. Opening the ship's hatch
he stepped out onto the ramp leading to the other ship.

"Stay here and keep the hatch sealed until I return." He
said tersely.

"Please don't go Qui-Gon!" Illyana pleaded. "We can wait
for another ship."

"There isn't time. You've got to get to Avol."

*************

Qui-Gon had been gone for hours. Illyana had spent the time
pacing nervously around the small ship. She had never known
time to pass so slowly. She was worried about Qui-Gon. What
kind of woman required the services of a consort? Frightening
images haunted her as she paced. What if he was hurt? She
would never forgive herself. She wouldn't anyway. It was her fault
he was over there right now doing who knows what with the captain
of that ship. Illyana stopped short as another thought occured to
her. What if he was enjoying himself? What if he was having the
greatest sexual encounter of his life? The thought of his hands on
someone else sickened her. In her mind she began to see him
doing all of the things she wanted him to do to her, only he was
doing them with someone else. Suddenly very ill she ran to the
refresher.

***********

Qui-Gon returned to the Silver Wing freshly showered with the
fuel rods and in good spirits. He couldn't help smiling when he
thought of the hours of debauchery he had just spent. He had
been so angry with Illyana for getting him into this when he'd
left and with good reason, he reminded himself. But he was taken
with Ennari Miphos from the start. She was a good humored
shapely woman easily thirty years his senior. She had long
ebony hair with skin that matched and eyes that sparkled with
inteligence and wit. He had enjoyed her company and her
body thoroughly. He liked being with older women, they knew
what they wanted and weren't afraid to ask for it.

Qui-Gon was touched by the relief he saw in Illyana's
eyes as he entered the ship.

"Are you alright? I was so worried. I was afraid something
awful had..."

"We'll talk as soon as I get the ship under way again." He
interrupted sternly. Illyana nodded wordlessly then headed
for the cockpit. He hadn't meant to sound so harsh, it just
came out that way. He could see that she had been truly
concerned about him.

***********

Illyana sat in the co-pilot's seat blinking back tears that
threatened to spill down her cheeks. Thank the stars he
was okay! She could deal with his anger as long as he
was safe.

************

"I'd like to apologize for the situation I put you in Qui-Gon."
Illyana said once they had returned to hyperspace. "It was
reckless and irresponsible of me. I realize I cannot make it
up to you, but I hope that someday you can forgive me."

Qui-Gon regarded her in silence. She sat across from him in
the cockpit, wearing a sleeveless white dress and watching
him with those lavender eyes. His anger had been gone for
hours but he wasn't sure if he should let her off the hook just
yet. "I am certain that someday I will."

Illyana thought she picked up a bit of humor in his words. His
facial expression betrayed nothing, but his eyes seemed to
sparkle happily. She didn't believe he was mad at all. He was
playing with her!

"Tell me about Captain Miphos. What was she like? Was it
awful for you?" Illyana asked, studying him carefully.

Too late, Qui-Gon realized a grin crossed his features at the
mention of Capt. Miphos.

"Aha!" Illyana shot to her feet pointing at the Jedi Knight. "You
were over there having the time of your life while I was worrying
myself sick about you!"

"If you will remember, it was because of you that I was there
in the first place." He laughed. "If you hadn't said I was your
consort none of this would have happened. What were you
thinking anyway?"

Illyana felt her cheeks redden. "It doesn't matter." She started
to back into her seat, but Qui-Gon grabbed her wrist and pulled
her to him. With a squeal she sailed into his lap.

"It matters to me." He touched her long neck with his fingers as
he spoke, his eyes holding her gaze, his breath tickling her ear.
"Tell me what you were thinking."

Smiling, she closed her eyes, enjoying the tingling sensation
that ran through her body at his touch. "Very naughty things."
She said slowly in his ear as she slipped a hand inside the
opening of his tunic. His chest was hard but his skin was smooth
and hot.

Their lips met in a steamy kiss that filled the cockpit with whimpers
and moans. His right hand on her back, Qui-Gon pressed Illyana
close against him. She ran her fingers through his soft hair, freeing
it from the tie that bound it. It fell loose about his face softening his
features. His eyes were almost feral when he broke their kiss.

"Tell me." He said again, his voice thick with arousal.

Illyana laughed, hopped off of his lap and hurried out of the cockpit.
Before she could even wonder if he would follow, he grabbed her
by the waist, pulling her back to him. He began to nibble at her
neck, his erection pressing against her buttocks. His beard tickled
her neck making her quiver with desire. Large hands glided
across her waist then down to her hips and thighs. Her center
throbbed with want as his caresses became rougher. His hands
slowly roamed her body, following every curve. Qui-Gon's breathing
was heavy as he turned his attention to Illyana's breasts. She nearly
collapsed when his hands finally found their way to them. Her
nipples were painfully hard. She moaned loudly as Qui-Gon
squeezed and released her fleshy mounds, then rolled the taut
buds between thumb and forefinger.

He needed to touch her skin, to feel her skin on his. Qui-Gon
turned Illyana to face him. Her eyes were clouded with lust. She
kissed him hungrily, her hands frantically working to remove his
tunic. His hands circled her neck as they kissed, then moved to
her shoulders, where he grabbed one side of the dress in each
hand and pulled. The dress fell in two piles on the floor just as
Illyana managed to bare his chest. He tore from her lips to look
at her body. She stood before him naked except for the tiniest
pair of panties. He took in every inch of her, marveling at her
legs, her hips, her breasts. His eyes rested on those panties.
He hooked a finger in the front and tore them off revealing a
patch of pubic hair as white as the hair on her head. Illyana
went into his arms, kissing his shoulders and chest while at
the same time working to remove his pants. She freed the
heavy erection from it's confinement, stroking it reverently.
It was even longer and thicker than she had imagined.
Illyana crouched to remove Qui-Gon's boots and help
him step out of his pants. From her stooped position he
looked like a god towering above her.

Qui-Gon took Illyana's hand, pulling her to her feet. He wrapped
his arms around her, kissing her temple, her ear, her throat.
She made purring noises, her hands grasping at his buttocks.
He slipped a hand between her thighs, into her velvety folds.
She was incredibly wet. He slid two fingers into her tight
opening. She moaned loudly, resting her forehead on his shoulder.

"You're so wet Illyana." He croaked. "Come for me. Come all over
my hand."

Illyana whimpered against his shoulder. She had been close to
orgasm since their kiss in the cockpit. Now with his long fingers
moving inside her and his erection pressed between their
sweaty bodies, Illyana felt the beginnings of a powerful climax.
She grasped his penis and pumped furiously as her body shook
with it's orgasm. Loud voices filled the small ship. Qui-Gon came
instantly, his seed coating both their bodies.

They collapsed to the ship's deck, panting. Qui-Gon began to lazily
suckle Illyana's nipples while she ran her fingers through his hair.
She cooed as mini orgasmic waves traveled through her body.

"I've wanted you for days." She confessed breathless.

Qui-Gon lifted his head from her breasts. "Tell me what you've
wanted." He settled on his knees between her legs. His penis
standing proud again. He leaned over her, his hands supporting
his weight. Illyana stretched up to kiss his lips, her tongue probing.

She stared into his blue eyes for a moment. She could feel him
poised at her opening. Her hands moved over his body
appreciatively. "I've wanted to feel you inside me. Filling me, pounding
into me until I scream."

Her eyes were a swirl of lavender lust. Qui-Gon entered her in one
swift movement.

"Oh yesss!" Illyana gasped, her back arching. His thrusts were
long and slow allowing her to feel every inch of his penis as it
continued on it's course toward her cervix. She had never felt
such splendor before. She was sure she would break in half
but didn't care. His every plunge brought her to the brink of
orgasm.

Sweat poured from Qui-Gon's face as he struggled to maintain
his even pace. Illyana was so tight he had to concentrate to hold
back his climax. Her body stiffened as she started to come. She
wrapped her legs around him just as he'd imagined so many times.
Now he could let go! He began to pick up speed and intensity.
Faster and harder he rammed into her. Her vaginal muscles
spasmed around his cock, pulling him over the edge with her.

Illyana shrieked as she continued to come. Her nails dug into
Qui-Gon's back, tears pouring from the corners of her eyes.
Qui-Gon plowed into her, roaring as his seed burst inside her.
Illyana had never had a longer or more intense orgasm in her
life. She was weak with exhaustion when Qui-Gon collapsed
on top of her.

**************

Sometime later Illyana woke in Qui-Gon's arms. The smell
of sex hung in the air. She snuggled closer against his warm
body.

"You know," she began with a wry smile, "if this Jedi thing
doesn't work out for you, I could always use a consort."

Qui-Gon chuckled softly, giving her a pinch on her rear.

END