TITLE: How Sweet the Torment
AUTHOR: Moonscribe
RATING: NC-17 for sexual situations
TYPE: Erotica
ERA: Prequels
CHARACTERS: Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan
TIME: Some time before the events of The Phantom Menace
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters created by George Lucas nor the Star 
Wars concept; Lucasfilm does. I am very respectfully borrowing them because 
I love the Star Wars universe and the men who inhabit it. :-) I have no 
intent to profit from writing this fanfic.
NOTE: Thanks to Peggy S., my beta reader and cheering section. :-)

SUMMARY: This story is a sequel to my other fanfics, “A Night to Surrender” 
and “Obi-Wan in Paradise”. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan pay another visit to Elyssa.

Part One

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“I will not apologize, Qui-Gon.”

“You most certainly will, Elyssa.”

Elyssa put her hands on her hips. She glared up at the tall Jedi. She and 
Qui-Gon were standing on the beach of the Ixonian ocean beneath a 
star-dappled sky. The triple moons of Ixonia shone down on the wine-dark 
waves which rippled over the golden sands.

“It’s not my fault Obi-Wan let himself be kidnapped by the Maneads.”

“They wouldn’t have kidnapped him in the first place if you hadn’t told them 
about the night the three of us shared.”

Elyssa sputtered. “What kind of reasoning is that? Is that what passes for 
logic at the Jedi temple?”

Qui-Gon crossed his arms across his broad chest. He looked sternly down at 
Elyssa.

“You should not be discussing such things with strangers, Elyssa. What 
happened between you, me and Obi-Wan that night should remain between us.”

Elyssa stared hard at Qui-Gon. He and Obi-Wan had recently arrived on Ixonia 
where Elyssa was vacationing. They had contacted her and she had met them at 
the Ixonian starport and gotten them rooms at the resort she was staying at. 
After they’d had dinner, Obi-Wan had gone off with some of the other 
guests to wave-surf and she and Qui-Gon had decided to take a walk along the 
beach. He had told her about Obi-Wan’s abduction on Jaiah by the Maneads, 
an all-female cult who worshiped the act of sex. They had held Obi-Wan for a 
number of days and pleasured themselves on him. Qui-Gon had just demanded 
that Elyssa apologize to Obi-Wan for having been instrumental in his being 
kidnapped.

“I didn’t mention either of you by name, for goddess sake,” Elyssa cried. 
“It must have been a coincidence that the first Jedi the Maneads happened to 
nab was Obi-Wan.”

Elyssa then paused, her eyes narrowing. “By the way, how did a bunch of 
sex-crazed women get the jump on a Jedi Knight in training anyway?”

Qui-Gon looked uncomfortable for a second, then quickly cleared his throat.

“That’s neither here nor there, Elyssa. You _will_ apologize to Obi-Wan and 
you will also cease discussing such intimate matters with others.”

Elyssa drew back, her eyes like saucers.

“How dare you?” she gasped. “I’m not your apprentice. You can’t tell me what 
I can or can not discuss. And as for apologizing to Obi-Wan, I won‘t do it. 
And if you keep insisting I do, I’ll---”

“You’ll what?” Qui-Gon asked, moving closer.

Elyssa looked up at him. Qui-Gon towered over her small frame. The lambent 
glow of the triple moons shone on his shoulder-length hair and his blue eyes 
seemed to reflect the moon glow which glimmered on the waves. Her breath 
caught in her throat.

“I’ll...I’ll...”

“You’ll do nothing, Elyssa,” he said, gentle humor in his voice.

“Oh, you Jedi think you’re so much,” she said, kicking sand at his boots.

Qui-Gon laughed. Suddenly he grabbed her arms and pulled her close.

“Kiss me, Elyssa,” he murmured. “Kiss me. I’ve missed you. And I’ve missed 
that sweet mouth of yours.”

Elyssa’s heart thumped in her throat. As much as she wanted to kiss him, she 
was not going to let him think that just because he was a Jedi Master he 
could order her around.

“I will _not_ kiss you, Qui-Gon Jinn. You come here and order me to 
apologize to Obi-Wan for something that wasn’t my fault and which, I’m 
beginning to suspect, he more than likely encouraged and enjoyed. Now you 
want to make love to me. What arrogance. Now, let go of me.”

Elyssa twisted in his grasp, but she knew there was no way she was going to 
break free of those massive hands.

Qui-Gon smiled down at her as she struggled. He then lowered his head and 
captured her mouth with his. Elyssa melted at the touch of his warm lips, 
but she was not going to be taken so easily. She bit his lower lip, not too 
hard, just enough to let him know she was serious.

Qui-Gon drew back. Laughter shimmered in his eyes. Then he shook his head 
and sighed deeply.

“Very well, Elyssa. I see I’m going to have to do this the hard way.”

He picked her up and slung her unceremoniously over his shoulder. She beat 
at his broad back with her fists, her legs kicking under his arms.

“Put me down, Qui-Gon! Put me down right this minute!”

Qui-Gon ignored her as he turned and headed back to the hotel. He strode up 
the stairs which led from the beach to the back of the hotel and carried her 
into lobby.

Elyssa continued to beat at Qui-Gon’s back, her cries of protest echoing 
through the huge room. As it was still early evening, quite a few guests 
were in the lobby. They stopped and stared at the two. Elyssa then saw 
Obi-Wan walking through a side door, clad only in swimming trunks and a 
short robe. He also stopped and stared when he saw her and Qui-Gon.

Qui-Gon called over to him. “Come, Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan hesitated for a moment, then hurried over to his master.

“What’s going on, Master?”

“Elyssa refuses to apologize for having had a hand in your ordeal with the 
Maneads. I’m afraid we’re going to have to teach her a lesson.”

“Obi-Wan,” Elyssa cried as she hung over Qui-Gon’s back. “tell your master 
to put me down!”

Obi-Wan looked over at her. He smiled slightly, then shrugged.

“I’m sorry, Elyssa. He is my master and I must obey him.”

“Oh!” Elyssa cried in an outraged voice. “You just wait till I got my hands 
on you, Obi-Wan Kenobi. And when I do I’m going to---”

“Is there something the matter here?”

Elyssa turned her head and looked upside down at the hotel manager, an 
obsequious-looking Ixonian who was staring at her and Qui-Gon with his three 
bulbous eyes.

Qui-Gon bowed slightly to the Ixonian.

“Greetings, gentle-being. I am Qui-Gon Jinn, Jedi Knight.”

He gestured with his head towards Obi-Wan.

“This is my apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

Obi-Wan nodded at the hotel manager.

“Oh, you are Jedi,” the manager said in an awed voice as he glanced at the 
lightsaber hanging from Qui-Gon’s belt. “Welcome, Master Jedi, welcome. I 
are honored by your presence at my most humble establishment”

“Thank you,” Qui-Gon said politely, inclining his head as he adjusted his 
arms about the struggling Elyssa.

“This woman,” he went on, slapping Elyssa sharply on her wriggling bottom, 
“has eluded my apprentice and I for quite some time. We were finally able to 
bring her to ground here, at your most excellent establishment.”

“Eluded?” the Ixonian cried.

“Yes, she’s wanted in quite a few systems.”

“Wanted?” the Ixonian gasped, his three eyes widening.

Qui-Gon nodded. “A most notorious woman.”

The Ixonian drew in a startled breath.

“What is she wanted for?”

Qui-Gon leaned close and spoke in a low voice.

“I’d rather not say. Charges are still pending. You understand, of course.”

The Ixonian nodded quickly. “Is there anything we can do to assist you?”

“Don’t listen to him,” Elyssa cried from behind Qui-Gon‘s back. “I’m not 
wanted by anyone. I am a employee of the Consortium out of Secundus.”

Qui-Gon shook his head as he looked down at the manager.

“Her job at the Consortium was merely a cover for her illicit operations,” 
he said.

“Really?” the Ixonian exclaimed, his three eyes blinking rapidly. “I had no 
idea. And she seemed like such a nice person.” He shuddered. “None of my 
guests are in danger from her are they?”

“No, not at all,” Qui-Gon quickly assured him. “My apprentice and I will 
confine her to her rooms until our transport arrives in the morning. You 
needn’t worry.”

Qui-Gon moved to turn away, Obi-Wan at his side, Elyssa still beating at his 
back. Then he stopped and looked back at the hotel manager.

“By the way. If you or your guests should happen to hear any noises, 
screams, that sort of thing coming from her rooms, do not let it concern 
you. It’s just my apprentice and I interrogating her.”

“I understand, Master Jedi. I will see to it personally that you are not 
disturbed.”

Qui-Gon nodded his thanks. As he and Obi-Wan entered the elevator, Elyssa 
yelled at the hotel manager from over Qui-Gon‘s shoulder, assuring him that 
once she was free from these Jedi, a battalion, no, a legion of Consortium 
attorneys were going to descend upon Ixonia and sue him and his 
establishment out of existence.

Qui-Gon smacked Elyssa softly on the rear and told her to be quiet. Elyssa 
squealed.
Part Two

Qui-Gon slid Elyssa from his shoulder onto the bed. She bounced slightly on 
the mattress. He glanced over at Obi-Wan.

“Go to our rooms, Obi-Wan. You know what to bring.”

Obi-Wan silently nodded and left Elyssa’s hotel room.

Qui-Gon turned back to her. Her breath sharpened when she saw the look in 
his eyes and her heart began to race.

Qui-Gon sat on the bed, grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms high above 
her head. He leaned over her.

Elyssa tried to frown at him but she kept seeing the shocked expression on 
the Ixonian’s face when Qui-Gon had told him she was a wanted woman.

“Did you really have to tell that hotel manager I was a criminal, Qui-Gon?” 
she asked laughing.

Qui-Gon smiled down at her.

“I’ll explain that it was a mistake in the morning, Elyssa.”

“But I thought Jedi never made such mistakes,” she said in a teasing voice.

“Where did you hear that?” he murmured.

Elyssa tilted her head. “Oh, I’ve heard many things about the Jedi.”

“Such as?” Qui-Gon asked, a devilish glint in his eyes as he gazed down at 
her, his hands still tight against her wrists.

“Well, I’ve heard that they’re the most fantastic lovers, able to go for 
hours and hours and hours.”

“And you know this from experience?”

“A woman told me.”

“And who was this woman?”

Elyssa tilted her head, her eyes dancing. “She was quite intelligent. Witty, 
accomplished, sensual. She told me she spent the most incredible and 
passionate night on Secundus with two Jedi, a Master and his apprentice.”

“Did she now?”

Elyssa nodded slowly. “Oh yes. She told me that there could never, ever be 
another night to match it.”

“We’ll have to see about that,” Qui-Gon said softly.

Elyssa licked her lips as he continued to gaze down at her. As Qui-Gon 
slowly lowered his head, her breath quickened. Then he stopped, his lips 
just touching hers, his breath warm across her mouth.

“So, are you going to apologize to Obi-Wan or not?” he whispered.

Elyssa stared up at him. From the moment she had bit his lip when they were 
on the beach, they had entered the game. It was an ancient game, the one she 
and Qui-Gon were playing, one that had been played between men and women 
since time began. A game with no rules, no referees, no penalties; it’s only 
objective to see who would give in first, him or her.

“No,” Elyssa said softly, a hint of a smile about her lips. “I’m not going 
to apologize to him.”

Qui-Gon smiled slightly. “So be it.”

He turned as Obi-Wan entered the room. Elyssa’s eyes widened when she saw 
the blue silk ropes he carried. She looked back at Qui-Gon.

“What are you going to do with those, Qui-Gon?”

There was a wicked glint of humor in his eyes as he gazed down at her.

“I suspected you would prove recalcitrant when it came to apologizing for 
your behavior. Therefore, Obi-Wan and I came prepared.”

He glanced over at Obi-Wan.

“Tie her legs to the bed.”

“Yes, Master.”

Soon Elyssa’s legs were tied securely, but not too tightly, to the bed.

Obi-Wan moved to the other side of the bed and stood, waiting for his 
master’s next instructions.

“Hold her arms, Obi-Wan.”

“Yes, Master.”

Obi-Wan grabbed Elyssa’s arms and held them. Elyssa looked up into his 
lovely eyes and saw the laughter sparkling in them. Elyssa almost smiled at 
him, but she didn’t want to break the mood of the game. Instead, she 
frowned slightly, but a small smile kept twisting about her lips all the 
same.

Qui-Gon, meanwhile, took off all her clothes until she was completely naked. 
He then leaned over her. Lowering his head, he slowly caressed his lips 
across her body. He moved his mouth from her neck, to her shoulders, then 
down to her chest. Then he scooped both her breasts between his hands and 
softly licked and sucked at the nipples.

Elyssa cried out, her body in flames as Qui-Gon delicately teased the taut 
nubs with the tip of his hot wet tongue.

“Oh, that feels so good. Don’t stop, please don‘t stop.”

Qui-Gon immediately pulled his mouth away from her breasts. He looked down 
at her, his eyes cunning. Elyssa realized then that she had made a mistake. 
She shouldn’t have let him know how good he was making her feel.

He smiled. Then, rubbing his beard across one of her nipples, he moved down 
her body, covering her with soft, wet kisses. Elyssa squirmed against 
Obi-Wan’s hands as Qui-Gon made his slow and tortuous way down to her 
thighs.

He pushed her legs further apart and licked the soft skin of her inner 
thighs. Elyssa whimpered. For long moments Qui-Gon continued to move his 
lips slowly over her inner thighs, his tongue slipping over the heated skin. 
Elyssa longed for him to go to where her mound was now aching for him, but 
he remained at her thighs.

Finally, Qui-Gon moved his head further down. He slipped his mouth over the 
heat of her, sucked softly on her inner lips. Elyssa heard Obi-Wan’s breath 
quicken as he watched his master.

She looked up at him. His beautiful eyes were hot as he watched his master 
move his head slowly over her.

Qui-Gon licked her slowly at first, his tongue leisurely exploring her, his 
breath moist and warm. Then Elyssa felt the tip of his tongue flick against 
her clit. Once, twice, three times.

Elyssa arched her back, whimpering. She heard Obi-Wan moan softly next to 
her, saw the flush rising on his neck and face. His hands tightened on her 
wrists.

“Please,” Elyssa said before she could stop herself. “More.”

Qui-Gon lifted his head and gazed at her, his blue eyes piercing. He slowly 
raised himself and sat next to her. He cupped her face tenderly.

“No, my sweet Elyssa. No more.”

“What?” Elyssa pulled against Obi-Wan’s arms. Lust surged through her veins 
like lava. “What do you mean, no more?”

“I will give you no more. Not until you apologize.”

Elyssa’s body was quivering now. She wanted so much for him to go back to 
what he’d been doing. It had felt so good but it was far too early in the 
game. She couldn’t give in to him this easily.

She bit her lip and firmly shook her head.

“Very well,” Qui-Gon said softly.

He stood up and slowly removed his clothes. Elyssa sighed as she beheld his 
powerful, well-muscled body and, when she saw his magnificent shaft, she 
nearly swooned at the memory of how it had felt moving deep and hard inside 
her the last time they‘d been together. He stood for a moment, letting her 
gaze upon him.

Then he sat on the bed and took her arms from Obi-Wan. Moving behind her, he 
positioned himself so that he sat against the pillows heaped at the head of 
the bed and she was leaning against his broad chest. He locked his arms 
tight about her. She could feel his shaft pressing against her lower back. 
He slipped his long legs alongside hers.

Obi-Wan, meanwhile, had moved away from the bed.

“Take off your clothes, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon said.

Elyssa shivered as she watched Obi-Wan remove his short robe and swimming 
trunks. Again, she marveled at how beautiful his body was. The broad 
shoulders, the hard, muscled stomach, the slender taut hips. Warmth flooded 
through her as she recalled those hips pulsing against hers. She looked into 
his eyes and, again, had to resist smiling at him.

“Now, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon said. “I’m going to give you a lesson.”

“A lesson, Master?”

“Yes. On how to pleasure a woman with your mouth. However, don‘t take this 
as a criticism. The Maneads who captured you were quite...,” Qui-Gon quickly 
cleared his throat and went on,“...detailed regarding your performance in 
their confessions to the authorities. No, consider this only as an advanced 
lesson. And our lovely Elyssa here,” and he squeezed his arms tight about 
her, “will be your test subject.”

“I will not be a---” Elyssa began.

Qui-Gon closed her mouth with his hand. It was so large it nearly covered 
her face.

“Now, now, sweet Elyssa,” he whispered in her ear. “Let Obi-Wan practice on 
you and perhaps I‘ll let you get away without an apology to him.”

Elyssa took a deep breath and nodded. Normally she would have resisted him, 
argued that it wasn’t her fault Obi-Wan had let a bunch of sex-crazed women 
abduct him, but she was eager to experience whatever Qui-Gon was going to 
have Obi-Wan do to her. Qui-Gon slowly removed his hand from her mouth.

He looked over at Obi-Wan. “Move between her legs, Padawan.”

Part Three

Obi-Wan got onto the bed and lowered himself between Elyssa’s legs. Her 
breath quickened as he positioned himself so his face was inches from her 
mound. He then looked up at her and Qui-Gon with such an expectant look on 
his face Elyssa wanted to hug him. However, since she was pressed firmly 
against Qui-Gon’s chest, his arms locked tight about her, she could barely 
move, much less hug anyone.

“Are you ready, Obi-Wan?”

“Yes, Master.”

Qui-Gon adjusted his arms about Elyssa and she was surprised when he began 
speaking to Obi-Wan in a calm, measured voice as if he were standing in 
front of a podium in a lecture hall. The contrast between what he was 
saying and his tone as he said it was very erotic and Elyssa found herself 
lulled by his deep, beautiful voice.

“Remember, Obi-Wan,” he began. “A woman’s vulva is the most sacred part of 
her body. It is the gateway to life and should therefore be treated with 
respect.”

“Yes, Master.”

“That doesn’t mean, however, you must be timid or hesitant when pleasuring a 
woman.”

“Of course, Master.”

Qui-Gon tilted his head and looked down at Elyssa.

“Normally, you would start by kissing and caressing a woman’s face and body, 
making your way slowly to that most delicious part of her.” He smiled at 
Elyssa. “However, since our little Elyssa has chosen to remain obstinate 
regarding her apology to you, we will skip the preliminaries.”

“I understand, Master.”

“We shall start with the basics. First, begin by kissing and licking her.”

Obi-Wan moved his mouth close to Elyssa‘s mound. Elyssa took a deep breath. 
This was the first time Obi-Wan had ever kissed her there and the sight of 
his handsome face moving against her mound sent scintillating tremors 
through her. He slipped his soft lips slowly across her, his warm breath 
tickling the hairs.

“Now,” Qui-Gon went on, “use your tongue on her outer lips.”

Obi-Wan’s tongue slid across her. Elyssa shuddered. Qui-Gon tightened his 
arms about her.

“Take your time, Obi-Wan. Listen to her breathing and let it guide you.”

And for the longest, sweetest, most incredible moments, Obi-Wan did as his 
master instructed. Elyssa dug the back of her head into Qui-Gon’s broad 
chest as spine-tingling tendrils of heat surged from her mound and out 
through her body. She closed her eyes, sighing deeply. Oh, this young Jedi 
was good. Very good. His mouth and lips were soft and warm but insistent. 
If he kept this up, Elyssa thought hotly, she was going to come fairly 
quickly. She whimpered, her breath quickening.

Then, almost as if Qui-Gon had heard her thoughts, he ordered Obi-Wan to 
stop.

Elyssa’s eyes snapped open, her breath sharp in her throat. She looked up 
at Qui-Gon and saw the impish glint in his eyes. He was not going to let her 
off so easy.

She looked back at Obi-Wan. He was trying not to smile at her, but his eyes 
were smoldering.

Elyssa felt another surge of heat through her, but this time it wasn’t lust. 
The two Jedi thought they were going to break her, make her beg and plead 
for their ministrations so she would apologize to Obi-Wan for what had 
happened to him.

She frowned as she gazed into Obi-Wan’s eyes. The rascal. She had a sneaky 
suspicion he had enjoyed every minute of his captivity. If anything, she 
thought disdainfully, he should be thanking her for what he had gone 
through.

Elyssa lifted her head and willed her breath to slow, her heart to stop 
racing.

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan exchanged a look. Then Qui-Gon leaned close to her ear.

“You _will_ apologize Elyssa,” he whispered.

Elyssa shivered. She wasn’t a fool. She had no doubt she would but, by 
goddess, she was going to make them work very hard to get that apology. She 
remained silent.

Qui-Gon quickly kissed her ear, then turned back to Obi-Wan.

“Now, on to the pearl of pleasure.”

Obi-Wan smiled. “Yes, Master.” He lowered his head back to Elyssa’s mound.

“Remember, Obi-Wan, a woman’s clitoris is very sensitive,” Qui-Gon went on 
in his cool lecturer’s voice. “Most women find a gentle stimulation with 
the lips and tongue highly arousing,”

Obi-Wan moved his mouth up to Elyssa’s clit. He flicked the tip of his 
tongue from side to side over it, then upward along the lower side of its 
shaft.

Elyssa hissed softly, then bit her lip. Qui-Gon chuckled behind her. She 
frowned, tried to dig her elbow into his side, but he held her firmly.

“Good, Obi-Wan. It won’t be long before she’s compliant.”

“That’s what you think,” Elyssa muttered. Qui-Gon laughed softly.

Obi-Wan was now gently licking up each side of her clit. He used the tip of 
his tongue precisely and deftly, his touch just enough to make Elyssa want 
to tear her hair out, but not enough to make it uncomfortable.

She had to concentrate fiercely to keep from crying out. Her mound was now a 
cauldron of heat and fire. However, when Obi-Wan took the head of her clit 
between his lips and softly sucked, his tongue lightly licking it, Elyssa 
could not hold back. A slow, sultry moan slipped between her trembling 
lips.

“Enough, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon said quickly.

Obi-Wan, however, continued to suckle at Elyssa’s clit. Elyssa licked her 
lips and sighed deeply, her shoulders digging contentedly into Qui-Gon’s 
chest.

“Obi-Wan, that’s enough,” Qui-Gon said sharply.

Obi-Wan immediately lifted his head.

Elyssa gasped, her pelvis throbbing. She threw her head back against 
Qui-Gon‘s chest, her throat working. Gods, the man was going to drive her 
insane!

“Sorry, Master,” Obi-Wan said sheepishly.

“You mustn’t let yourself get carried away, Padawan,” Qui-Gon chided softly. 
“Control, you must learn control.”

“Yes, Master.”

Qui-Gon then drew Elyssa’s hair slowly from about her neck. He leaned down 
and started sucking and nipping at her hot spot, that part of her shoulder 
which was one of the most erogenous zones on her body.

Elyssa moaned. No, she shook her head. No, not yet. She would not break 
yet. Then Qui-Gon, his arms still about her, lifted his hands and gently 
cupped her breasts. He stroked the soft undercurves, his fingers like 
feathers across the skin.

Elyssa squirmed against him. Suddenly, Qui-Gon lifted his lips from her 
shoulder and took his hands away from her breasts.

Elyssa drew in a sharp, shuddering breath. She swallowed heavily, her heart 
pounding. She didn’t know how much more she could take before she gave in to 
Qui-Gon and apologized to that rascal of an apprentice.

Part Four

“Now, Padawan, I will instruct you on a guaranteed technique that will soon 
have our lovely Elyssa begging to offer you her apology.”

Elyssa looked up at Qui-Gon. He looked down at her, his gaze sharp and 
assessing. He then turned back to Obi-Wan.

“Lift her rear slightly,” he instructed him.

Obi-Wan gently slipped his hands under Elyssa’s rear.

“Now, see that area, just between her vulva and her rear?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Use the tip of your tongue and lightly stroke up and down along it.”

Obi-Wan did so. Elyssa surged against Qui-Gon’s arms and the bonds about 
her legs. Gods, that was fantastic! A soft sob slipped from her mouth.

“Yes, Elyssa,” Qui-Gon whispered as he rubbed his beard against her chin. 
“It feels wonderful, doesn’t it?”

Elyssa swallowed heavily. It did, but she wasn’t going to admit it out 
loud. Obi-Wan continued to lick at the area.

“It’s very rich in nerve endings and quite sensitive to the touch,” Qui-Gon 
went on. “Stay there for a bit, Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan licked her for a moment longer, then shifted his head back to her 
mound. He kissed her outer lips, running his tongue along and between them. 
Then he darted his tongue in and out of her. He started off with quick, 
shallow strokes, using just the tip of his agile tongue. Elyssa’s pelvis 
was throbbing rhythmically now. Then, Obi-Wan began to make slower, deeper 
strokes with the whole of his tongue.

Elyssa felt herself losing all control. Her body was on fire, the 
sensations overwhelming her. Obi-Wan was making use of everything Qui-Gon 
had instructed him to do. His mouth and lips and tongue were everywhere, on 
her clit, along her lower lips, back to that sweet little spot between her 
vulva and rear.

Elyssa whimpered, soft little cries that bubbled between her shivering lips. 
Qui-Gon clasped both her breasts in his big hands, his thumbs slowly rolling 
over the hard nipples. He held her tight on his lap, his strong, warm hands 
gently kneading and squeezing her breasts, his fingers softly stroking, 
pinching and rolling her taut nipples between thumbs and forefingers. It all 
felt good, so good! Elyssa sighed and let her head rest on his chest. If she 
had been a Tarkasian cat, she would have started purring. Qui-Gon moved his 
mouth back to her shoulder and sucked and bit at her hot spot

“Gods,” Elyssa whispered.

Obi-Wan’s mouth was now focused on her clit. He sucked and licked it, 
steadily stroking her to her climax which was rising inside her like steam 
from a boiling lake. She rubbed the back of her head against Qui-Gon’s 
lightly sweating chest, her hands gripping his hard thighs.

“I’m coming, oh, I’m coming,” Elyssa moaned as she closed her eyes.

“I know you are, sweet Elyssa,” Qui-Gon whispered against her neck. Then he 
pulled away from her shoulder and took his hands from her breasts.

“Obi-Wan,” he said softly.

Obi-Wan pulled away from Elyssa’s mound.

“No! Don’t stop, oh gods, don’t stop!” Elyssa cried. She opened her eyes 
and looked up at Qui-Gon, her own bright and shimmering.

“Notice, Obi-Wan, the physical manifestations of her arousal,” Qui-Gon said 
coolly, the burr in his voice like a breeze through swaying willows. “The 
swollen breasts, flushed skin, increased breathing and enlarged pupils. She 
is on the veritable edge of her bliss and you and I have brought her there.”

“I see, Master.” Obi-Wan smiled. “It’s quite beautiful.”

“Yes, it is,” Qui-Gon agreed. “Also, note her nipples.” He gently flicked 
one with his finger. Elyssa moaned.

“They are at their most sensitive now that she’s so close. She probably 
could not stand for them to be touched.”

Qui-Gon titled his head as he smiled at Elyssa. He glanced over at Obi-Wan.

“Touch them,” he said softly.

Obi-Wan moved up and enclosed his warm moist mouth around Elyssa’s nipple, 
his tongue lapping across the aching nub, his hand slowly stroking her 
thighs.

Elyssa’s throat loosened as a cry between joy and anguish swelled from deep 
within her. She wavered drunkenly on that exhilarating edge between delight 
and agony.

“Ohhhhhh,” she wailed. Her orgasm began to crest again, but she knew before 
he said it what Qui-Gon was going to say.

“Move away, Obi-Wan,” he said gently.

Obi-Wan removed his mouth from her breast.

Elyssa wanted to scream, her body convulsing as her need to climax became a 
burning itch she desperately, dreadfully, urgently needed to scratch.

“Do you know what this aroused state of hers reminds me of, Obi-Wan?” 
Qui-Gon went on in the same detached voice.

“No, what, Master?” Obi-Wan asked in a courteous tone.

“Master P’raksha’s Nine Levels of Attainment.”

“How interesting,” Obi-Wan said. “I would never have made the connection, 
Master. Please, do explain.”

Elyssa gritted her teeth. She was going to kill them both, slowly, for she 
knew exactly what they were doing. They were going to tease and torment her 
until she finally gave in and apologized to that rascal Obi-Wan. Elyssa 
sighed heavily.

Part Five

Elyssa leaned her head against Qui-Gon’s broad chest, felt the warmth of his 
skin, the beating of his heart, the hard heat of his shaft against her. Such 
a merciless, but beautiful man, she thought with a sigh.

“I’m sorry,” she finally whispered.

“I don’t think Obi-Wan heard you, Elyssa,” Qui-Gon said.

Elyssa opened her eyes. She looked down at Obi-Wan, saw the amusement 
glittering in his blue-gray eyes.

“I’m sorry I told the Maneads about you and Qui-Gon. I’m sorry you got 
kidnapped and ravished by them as a result. And,” she added, a small smile 
crinkling her lips, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to see it.”

“Excellent, Elyssa,” Qui-Gon said. “Now, was that so difficult?”

She shook her head.

“I didn’t think so.” Qui-Gon looked down at Obi-Wan. “Untie her legs.”

Obi-Wan quickly untied Elyssa’s legs. Qui-Gon then moved from behind her. 
Elyssa flopped back onto the pillows. Both men got up from the bed and 
looked down at her.

“I’m hungry, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon said. “How about you?”

“Famished, Master.”

The two turned away.

Elyssa sat up.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she cried. “You haven’t finished with me 
yet.”

Qui-Gon turned back.

“But we have, Elyssa. We got what we wanted. An apology.”

Elyssa scrambled across the bed on her hands and knees.

“Oh, I’m going to kill you both!”

Qui-Gon looked over at Obi-Wan.

“Do you want to, Padawan, or shall I?”

“We could flip for it, Master,” Obi-Wan offered.

“Hmmm, don’t have a coin on me.”

“Paper, rock, clipper?”

“Stop it!” Elyssa shouted. “Stop it, both of you!“

She fell back onto the bed, her hair sprawling across the pillows.

“Fine, go and stuff your faces. I don’t need either of you.”

She turned onto her stomach and buried her head in the pillows. She squirmed 
against the bed, reveling in the touch of the sheets across her tender 
nipples and aching mound. Men! she thought. What horrible teases they were. 
Especially Jedi men.

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan exchanged a look at the sight of Elyssa’s taut 
delectable rear as it wriggled about the twisted sheets. Then both men moved 
quickly back onto the bed.

Qui-Gon turned Elyssa over and fastened his mouth onto one of her breasts, 
sucking madly. Obi-Wan opened her legs and moved his head between her 
thighs. He darted his tongue deep inside her. Then, when he ran the tip of 
his tongue rapidly back and forth over her clitoris like the fluttering of a 
butterfly seeking nectar in an exotic flower, Elyssa cried out, a mixture of 
a laugh and a scream.

The two Jedi worked furiously on her and, since she was already near to 
climax, Elyssa came quickly, a succession of orgasms rippling through her, 
her body arching, her heart pounding, her cries like the ebbing and flowing 
of the waves outside the bedroom window. She twisted and turned and moaned 
on the rumpled sheets, her eyes closed, her breath deep and rich.

Obi-Wan moved his head from between her legs and rested it on her thigh, his 
hand slowly stroking her stomach. Qui-Gon leaned on his arm, watching her 
as she climaxed. When she finally subsided, he leaned over and whispered in 
her ear.

“Who is master here, Elyssa?” he asked in a teasing voice.

Elyssa, her eyes still closed, smiled.

“You are,” she said softly. “For the moment,” she added under her breath but 
she knew Qui-Gon had heard for he gently pinched her nipple.

Then she felt him lean over. He kissed her for a long moment. He pulled 
away. Elyssa opened her eyes. He gazed down at her.

“Do you forgive us for having tormented you so?” he asked softly.

“Never. But I loved every minute of it.”

He smiled, his blue eyes twinkling. Then he rolled quickly off the bed.

“I was serious about being hungry, Elyssa. You do have food here?”

“Yes, there’s food in the kitchenette,” she said in a dreamy voice.

Qui-Gon turned and left the bedroom.

Elyssa stretched her arms above her head. She felt so good. The orgasms 
she’d had as a result of their teasing had been utterly luscious. Even now 
she still felt sparkling little aftershocks from them deep in her womb. She 
gazed down at Obi-Wan who still had his head on her thigh. She reached down 
to stroke his hair, but he caught her fingers with his hand and lightly 
kissed them.

“You’re not angry are you?” he asked.

Elyssa shook her head.

“Not at all. It was just a game I had to play with him. He likes to think 
he’s so in control.”

Obi-Wan shook his head. “He is in control, Elyssa. He’s a Jedi Master.”

Elyssa tilted her head as she regarded Obi-Wan. She stroked his cheek.

“Perhaps. He controls the Force. However, I think there are some things even 
a venerable Jedi Master can not control completely. Desire, for one.”

“What do you mean?”

Elyssa only shrugged. She had noted some things about Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon 
as she’d gotten to know them better. Hints and intimations of something just 
beneath the surface regarding the two. Subtle clues in their body language, 
facial expressions and tone of voice when they spoke or looked at the other.

Obi-Wan stared at her curiously as he lightly sifted his fingers through the 
damp curly hair on her mound.

Heat began to build in Elyssa at his touch.

“Don’t do that,” she said softly.

“Don’t do what?” Obi-Wan asked, his eyes playful

“That. Don’t do that.”

“You mean this?” he asked and he lowered his head, seizing her clit between 
his lips.

“Yes! Don’t---.” Elyssa gasped as Obi-Wan steadily flicked his tongue across 
it. “Yes, that. Don‘t do that,” she moaned.

As Elyssa’s hips pulsed, she felt Obi-Wan slip two of his fingers deep 
inside her, while his tongue continued to flick across her clit.

“Oh! Don’t...don’t...don’t stop!” Elyssa gasped.

Obi-Wan moved his fingers deep and quick into her, his tongue snapping over 
her throbbing clit. Elyssa’s breath came faster and faster, her pelvis 
fluttering.

“Obi-Wan, I...I...don’t! Oh, gods. Oh, gods!”

Elyssa screamed as her orgasm sluiced through her. She closed her eyes, her 
body bucking wildly on the bed. Then she heard a dry voice.

“Can’t I leave you two alone for a second?”

Elyssa opened her eyes and saw Qui-Gon standing at the door of the bedroom, 
a huge platter in his hands upon which were stacked cheese, strawberries, 
figs, grapes, and plums.

Elyssa tried to catch her breath to answer him. Obi-Wan smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry, Master.”

“Well, you seem to have taken my lessons to heart anyway,” Qui-Gon said as 
he walked over and placed the platter in the center of the bed. He lay next 
to them.

Elyssa took a deep, cleansing breath as she struggled to gain control over 
her shuddering body. She noted Qui-Gon’s eyes were especially sharp as he 
looked over at her and Obi-Wan and, for a moment, Elyssa was unable to read 
what was in them. A tumult of emotions seem to swirl within their deep blue 
depths. Then he picked up a strawberry and placed it gently between her 
lips and the moment passed.

As they ate, Elyssa told them about her promotion at the Consortium and her 
new duties and, as she chatted, she was also aware of how unselfconscious 
both men seemed to be about being naked around the other. There were any 
number of Elyssa’s ex-lovers and male friends who would not have been so 
relaxed, but Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan appeared not to give it a second thought.

Elyssa bit into a fig, her eyes darting from one to the other. They were 
both so incredibly attractive she couldn’t help imagining what they would 
look like together, their bodies moving slowly over the other. She licked 
bits of fig from her lips and looked hard at Qui-Gon; at his noble profile, 
powerful body and the piercing gaze of those incredible blue eyes.

Yes, he definitely was a master. The quintessential Jedi. So in control, so 
sure of himself. Elyssa wondered if there was a way she could break through 
that much heralded Jedi composure and open him up to something new. 
Something he might not even know he desired.

Elyssa finished her fig and reached for another. The night was still young. 
She decided she was going to find out. One way or the other.

Part Six

After they finished eating, Obi-Wan took the empty platter back into the 
kitchenette.

Elyssa slid her hand over Qui-Gon’s arm as he lay on his side watching her. 
She kissed his shoulder, then his neck.

“What do you want, Elyssa?” Qui-Gon asked softly.

“What makes you think I want anything?” Elyssa said as she nibbled at the 
edges of his beard.

“Oh, just a hunch,” he murmured as she slowly slipped her lips across his.

Elyssa pulled back and looked deep into his eyes.

“All right. I want to watch you and Obi-Wan make love.”

Qui-Gon’s eyes widened slightly, but his expression did not change. He 
looked at her for a long moment.

“Why would you want to see something like that, Elyssa?” he asked.

Elyssa shrugged. “Why wouldn’t I? You both are very attractive and some 
women find the idea of two attractive men making love....interesting.”

“Really,” Qui-Gon said dryly.

Elyssa nodded. She stroked the hard muscles in his arms. “I don’t see where 
it’s any different than the typical male fantasy of wanting to watch two 
women making love.” She looked up at him from under her lashes. “Is it?”

“I suppose. However, Obi-Wan and I do not have that kind of relationship.”

“Why not? You love him, don‘t you?”

“Of course I love him. But not in that way.”

“How do you know you don’t love him in that way? Such desires can often be 
hidden.”

Elyssa then reached up and cupped his face, her eyes searching his.

“And love is love is love. Isn’t that right? Isn’t that a part of that 
Living Force you‘re always talking about?”

Elyssa suddenly smiled, her fingers tangling through Qui-Gon’s hair. “And he 
is awfully cute.”

“Hmmm. I don’t know if I would describe Obi-Wan as ‘cute’”

Elyssa took a deep breath. She looked hard into his dark blue eyes.

“But you do desire him, don’t you?” she asked softly.

Qui-Gon looked at her for a long moment.

“What makes you think that?” he finally asked.

“I’ve seen the way you look at him sometimes. And that first night we were 
together, there was something in your eyes, in your voice.” Elyssa shrugged.

Qui-Gon sighed deeply.

“And if, hypothetically, I were to admit such a thing,” he said as he gazed 
back at her. “What would be your response?”

Elyssa moved closer to him. She slipped her arms about his neck, nestled 
herself against his broad chest, lifted her face and slowly kissed his firm, 
sensual lips. Then she pulled back and looked deep into his eyes.

“I would say to you what you said to me that night, Qui-Gon. Why do you not 
surrender?”

He shook his head as he stroked her hair. “It’s not that simple, Elyssa.”

“Such things rarely are. You care for him a great deal, don‘t you?”

He nodded. “He’s done much to heal me of the pain I suffered at Xanatos’ 
betrayal.”

“Xanatos?”

“A former apprentice of mine. Obi-Wan has been a light shining in the 
darkness, driving away the shadows of the past.”

Elyssa was touched by the deep affection she heard in his voice.

“You’re very proud of him, aren’t you?”

Qui-Gon smiled. “Yes, very. He’s a good apprentice.”

“Is he?” Elyssa asked, a small smile on her lips.

“What do you mean?”

“Didn’t you tell me earlier he refused to be ransomed from the Maneads?”

“He did.”

“That must have been terribly embarrassing for you.”

Qui-Gon nodded. “It was a bit awkward.”

“It must have been more than a bit awkward, Qui-Gon. He is, after all, your 
apprentice and you are his master. And such,” and Elyssa paused so she could 
weigh heavily on the word, “_disobedience_ should not go unpunished.”

Qui-Gon smiled slowly. “What do you have in mind, Elyssa?”

Elyssa slid her eyes over to where the blue silk ropes lay in a tangle on 
the bed. Qui-Gon followed her gaze.

“I see,” he said, turning back to her, his smile broadening. “But, there are 
only two ropes.”

Elyssa jumped up and ran to the room’s dresser. She pressed open a drawer 
and pulled out two red silk robes, a small gold bottle and a black eye mask. 
Qui-Gon’s eyes widened.

She ran back over to the bed. Qui-Gon took the ropes and mask from her as 
she placed the bottle on the nightstand.

“Elyssa, I fear to ask, but what in the name of the Seven Venerable Masters 
are you doing with these?”

Elyssa pouted. “Well, you and Obi-Wan had ropes.”

Qui-Gon eyed her, a slight frown between his brows.

“Yes, but we picked those up before we came here. You’ve got these in your 
hotel room.”

Elyssa shrugged. “I’ve yet to use them. Honest. I just thought...if the 
situation presented itself....it was better to be prepared.”

Qui-Gon nodded dubiously, but before he could say more, Obi-Wan returned 
back to the room. He had a plum in his hand and was about to bite into it. 
He stopped when he saw the expressions on Elyssa and Qui-Gon’s faces.

“What’s wrong?”

“Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon said sternly. “Elyssa has just reminded me I have yet to 
reprimand you for your conduct when the Maneads kidnapped you.”

Obi-Wan swallowed. He lowered the plum from his mouth.

“Well, you did scold me---”

“That was for the sake of the Chief Negotiator. It wasn’t a proper 
punishment.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Come here, Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan walked over and stood at the side of the bed.

“Lie down,” Qui-Gon ordered.

Obi-Wan stared at his master for a moment, then Elyssa saw the light of 
realization dawning in his eyes. He smiled slightly. Elyssa took the plum 
from his hand and put it on the nightstand.

Obi-Wan laid on the bed. Elyssa took the blue ropes and quickly tied 
Obi-Wan’s legs to the bottom of the bed while Qui-Gon tied his arms with the 
red ropes to the top.

Elyssa moved up and leaned over Obi-Wan and slowly stroked his face.

“I have something special for you,” she whispered.

“You do?” he said, his eyes dancing with excitement.

Elyssa nodded, then quickly slipped the black mask over his eyes.

“Wait, I can’t see.”

“Of course you can’t, silly. That’s the whole point,” Elyssa said.

“What are you going to do me?”

Elyssa laughed softly. “That’s the wrong question, sweetness. What you 
should be asking is what are we not going to do to you.”

Part Seven

Obi-Wan let himself breathe softly and slowly behind the darkness of the
mask across his eyes. He had to admit it was very exciting being tied up
like this. Of course, unlike Elyssa, if he chose to he could easily free
himself from his bonds, which Qui-Gon was perfectly aware of, but Obi-Wan
was willing to play along with his and Elyssa’s little game.

He heard Elyssa and Qui-Gon moving about the bed, the whisper of the sheets
as they slipped along them, the unique signature of their individual
breaths. He sensed both had moved to one side of the bed. He waited. Then
he heard it and what he heard made the blood rush through his head.

Kissing sounds, the soft puckering of lips on lips. Elyssa’s deep sigh. 
More kissing sounds. A deeper sigh. The gentle swish of the sheets.
Silence, then an even deeper, shuddering sigh which spiraled up into a soft
whimper.

Obi-Wan strained his ears, his Force-augmented hearing pulling in
everything. Then he heard moist licking sounds.

“Oh, yes, there, there.” Elyssa whispered.

Obi-Wan’s heart pounded.

The licking and sucking sounds grew louder.

Ragged gasps. Longer moans. Elyssa’s slow deep measured breathing. The slick
whisper of moist skin sliding over moist skin.

Obi-Wan’s shaft hardened against him.

Now, heated whispers.

“Oh, Qui. Oh, that feels so good. Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.”

Sheets rustling madly. His master’s deep, labored breathing. Then a groan,
low and heavy. Short, harsh gasps. Elyssa drawing in a lungful of air. More
kissing and licking and sucking sounds. Elyssa whimpering rhythmically, her
soft little cries like those of a bird.

Obi-Wan felt as if were going to burst. His heart was beating hard and fast,
the blood pounding in his groin. He pulled against his bonds, tempted to
break free, but he was also enjoying the excitement building inside him. He
had never imagined listening to people make love could be so...stimulating.

Then silence. Obi-Wan strained to hear more, but there was nothing.

Suddenly he felt a warm wet mouth on his nipple and, when he felt soft
tendrils of hair slipping across his chest, for a hot brief moment he
thought, perhaps, it was him, but it was only Elyssa for he recognized her
scent. His slight disappointment was quickly replaced, however, by deep
pleasure as Elyssa expertly sucked at his nipple. He moaned softly.

----------------------------

Elyssa ran her hands across Obi-Wan’s firmly muscled chest as she licked
leisurely at his tight little nipple. Her and Qui-Gon’s teasing of him by
engaging in a bit of foreplay at his expense had had it’s desired effect.

As she licked, then blew softly on Obi-Wan’s nipple, she noted Qui-Gon had
moved to the other side of Obi-Wan and was watching her closely.

Making sure Qui-Gon could see everything, Elyssa took Obi-Wan’s nipple
gently between her teeth. She started out with little bites, then she
placed her front teeth over the top of the nipple and massaged it from the
underside with her tongue.

“Elyssa,” Obi-Wan moaned. He surged against his bonds.

Elyssa released the nipple and moved slowly across his chest to the other. 
She could feel Obi-Wan’s heart thumping wildly. As she bit and licked at
that nipple, she reached over to the other and, grasping it with the ball of
her thumb and the side of her forefinger, tugged it softly away from his
chest. Obi-Wan squirmed beneath her. Elyssa increased the pressure. He
groaned.

Out of the corner of her eye, Elyssa saw Qui-Gon’s face. It remained as
stoic as ever, but his eyes were burning as he watched her.

Elyssa then raised herself from Obi-Wan. She looked down at him as he tossed
his head form side to side, his breath ragged.

“Why did you stop?” he asked, gasping, from behind his mask.

Elyssa ignored him. She titled her head as she gazed over at Qui-Gon. They
looked deeply into each other’s eyes. Then she leaned over Obi-Wan’s chest
and kissed Qui-Gon deeply, making sure Obi-Wan could hear everything.

Elyssa turned back to Obi-Wan. She stroked his cheek, moved her fingers
slowly across his trembling lips. She leaned over and teased his lips with
the tip of her tongue. Obi-Wan tried to grab her tongue with his mouth, but
she pulled away and laughed softly at him.

She ran her hands across Obi-Wan’s lightly sweating chest, her fingers
trailing through the soft dark gold hair. She lowered her head and slipped
her tongue slowly along his body, tasting the sweet saltiness of his skin. 
She stroked his trembling sides as she made her way slowly down his taut
stomach.

When she reached Obi-Wan’s groin, Elyssa stopped and softly blew her breath
across his shaft. It stiffened quickly. She lightly trailed one finger
along its length. It jumped at her touch.

“So beautiful,” she said softly as she stroked it again. She looked over at
Qui-Gon. His eyes were boring into hers and she noted his breath had
quickened but he said nothing, did nothing, only watched her.

Elyssa knelt between Obi-Wan’s legs. She kissed him slowly on his inner
thighs. He sighed softly. She then reached over him and grabbed from the
nightstand the gold bottle she had taken out of the dresser. She opened it
and poured the lubricant in her hands. The scent of rosewood quickly filled
the air. She rubbed her hands to warm them. She glanced over at Qui-Gon. 
He had shifted onto his side, his hand under his head, a slight smile on his
face as he watched her.

She winked at him as she closed the fingers of one hand about Obi-Wan’s
shaft, creating a soft warm tube. Then she began to slide her hand up and
down from the base toward the head in long smooth strokes. She made certain
she only moved her hand to the top of the shaft, not over the head. At the
same time, she gently fondled Obi-Wan’s balls with her other hand.

Obi-Wan groaned, his pelvis rising against the bed. Elyssa stroked him for
long moments, his shaft pulsing within her hand.

“Oh, yes, Elyssa,” Obi-Wan moaned softly. “Yes, that feels so good.”

Elyssa took her hand away from his balls. She reached up and rubbed Obi-Wan
from his navel to the base of his shaft, her other hand still firmly stoking
his shaft

“Gods! Don’t stop, Elyssa. Don’t stop.”

Elyssa looked over at Qui-Gon. He smiled, then nodded.

Elyssa quickly took her hands away from Obi-Wan. His breath caught sharply
in his throat. He moaned, his head tossing on the pillows. Elyssa watched
as he bit his lip, then took a deep shuddering breath. She noted a bit of
pre-come glistening on the head of his shaft. She leaned over and lightly
swirled her tongue around it, then moved away from him.

Obi-Wan surged against his bonds.

“Force! You’re not just going to stop, are you?” he asked, his voice ragged.

Elyssa didn’t answer him. She looked over at Qui-Gon and smiled.

“You did that very well, Elyssa,” Qui-Gon said.

She dipped her head in acknowledgement of his praise.

“What are you going to do to him now?” he asked.

Elyssa took a deep breath. Now or never, she thought.

“I want to pleasure him with my mouth, but....”

“But, what?” Qui-Gon asked.

Elyssa looked shyly over at him.

“I’m not sure how to do it correctly.”

Qui-Gon frowned slightly. “You did well enough the last time as I recall.”

Elyssa shrugged. “It wasn’t bad, I guess.”

She then turned to Obi-Wan who was breathing deeply from behind his mask.

“Did you like it, Obi-Wan?”

Obi-Wan nodded earnestly. “I liked it.”

“But, it could have been better, right?” Elyssa said, her voice rising
slightly, hoping Obi-Wan would catch on.

He remained silent for a moment.

“Yes,” he finally said. “It could have been better.”

Elyssa inwardly sighed. She turned back to Qui-Gon.

“See? Obi-Wan even admits I could have been better.”

“What do you want from me, Elyssa?”

“Well, you gave Obi-Wan lessons on how to please me with his mouth. Could
you give me lessons on how to please him? I mean, since you’re a man, you’d
know what a man enjoys.”

Qui-Gon smiled at her. “All right, Elyssa. What do you want to know?”

“Everything.”

Qui-Gon adjusted himself into a more comfortable position as he continued to
lean on his arm. Elyssa watched in amazement as a professorial look came
over his face. And she was again aroused by the contrast between his
scholarly demeanor and his titillating subject matter.

“The foundations of pleasuring a man orally, Elyssa,” he began, “are really
quite simple. You can use the mouth only, the mouth and tongue, or the mouth
and hands. If you know what to do, and when and how to do it, you can not
fail to please.”

Elyssa smiled. This was going to be fun.

“How do I start?”

“If the man is not erect, you should have no trouble putting all of him into
your mouth,” Qui-Gon went on in his cool, lecturer's voice. “However, you
shouldn’t start moving your mouth up and down him until he’s at least partly
erect.”

“Partly erect,” Elyssa repeated, nodding sagely.

“That is correct,” Qui-Gon said. He glanced over at Obi-Wan.

“However, since it appears Obi-Wan is...” and Qui-Gon paused as his gaze
swept slowly over Obi-Wan’s most impressive erection, “...more than ready,
you can proceed to the next step.”

Part Eight

“All right, Elyssa, the first thing you should do is kneel between his
legs.”

Elyssa did so, her hands resting lightly on Obi-Wan’s thighs.

“By doing this,” Qui-Gon went on, “you show the proper respect for that most
prized of a man’s possessions.”

Elyssa frowned slightly. She wasn’t sure she cared for that. Men made
enough fuss over their “prized possessions” as it was. Miquon, her
ex-lover, used to talk to his. Actually, Elyssa thought wryly, he had cooed
and babbled more love talk to his penis than he ever had to her. Elyssa
didn’t see why she had to contribute to the male’s already annoying
obsession with his sexual organ by paying homage to it.

“You don’t really believe that, Qui-Gon?”

“Believe what?”

“About it being a man’s most prized possession. I would think Jedi would be
above such vanities.”

“We are, Elyssa. I was just speaking in general.”

“Really?” Elyssa asked, one of her eyebrows rising.

Qui-Gon ignored her. “Go on, Elyssa.”

Elyssa put her hands around Obi-Wan’s shaft. She still marveled over how
big it was. She glanced over at Qui-Gon. Of course Obi-Wan’s shaft wasn’t
as big as his master’s but then Elyssa had never known a man with one as big
as Qui-Gon‘s. Her mound throbbed as she recalled how it had felt thrusting
inside her that first night they’d been together.

She slowly licked her lips, then reluctantly turned her gaze away. She was
supposed to be concentrating on Obi-Wan. She looked up at him. He was
breathing quietly from behind the mask. She gave his shaft a soft squeeze.
He gasped, his chest rising quickly, then falling. Elyssa smiled.

“You can start whenever you’re ready, Elyssa.”

She looked over at Qui-Gon. There was a roguish glint in his eyes.

“Oh, yes, of course, Qui-Gon.”

Elyssa leaned over and slowly licked the tip of Obi-Wan’s shaft. Obi-Wan
sighed, a soft gasp slipping through his lips. She then lolled her tongue
up and down it on both sides until his entire shaft was gleaming. She could
still taste some of the lubricant she had used on it earlier. It tasted like
cinnamon and, mixed with Obi-Wan’s own flavor of skin and sweat, Elyssa felt
like she was licking a candy stick.

Now that his shaft was slick enough, Elyssa slid just the head of it between
her lips and rolled her tongue around it. Obi-Wan groaned, his hips rocking
gently against her mouth. Elyssa knew that if she started licking that
sensitive spot just underneath the head, she’d soon have Obi-Wan in orbit;
however, she still wanted Qui-Gon to take a more active role. She quickly
pulled her mouth away from Obi-Wan. He moaned softly when he did, but she
ignored him as she had other things on her mind.

“Qui-Gon?”

“Yes, Elyssa?”

She tilted her head. “Isn’t there a part of a man’s penis that’s extremely
sensitive and therefore highly pleasurable?”

“There is.”

“Could you show me?”

“It’s right under the head, Elyssa.”

Elyssa looked hard at Qui-Gon.

“Where exactly?”

Qui-Gon stared back at Elyssa for a moment. He moved closer to her and
Obi-Wan.

He pointed, without touching, to the area just under the head of Obi-Wan’s
shaft.

“It’s right there.”

Elyssa leaned over and deliberately touched the wrong area.

“Here?” she asked innocently.

Qui-Gon sighed heavily.

“No, Elyssa, here,” he said and showed her by touching it with his finger. 
Obi-Wan sighed deeply, his pelvis shivering.

Qui-Gon and Elyssa both looked up at him.

“Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon said warningly.

“Sorry, Master.”

“Hmmm,” was all Qui-Gon said. He turned back to Elyssa.

“That is a very sensitive part. If you rub it or lick it, it’s quite
pleasurable.”

“Really? Could you show me?”

Qui-Gon stared at her wide-eyed.

“Please,” Elyssa begged. “I’d really like to learn.”

Qui-Gon’s gaze moved slowly over Obi-Wan’s spread-eagled body. He sighed
heavily, then lowered his hand and gave a tentative rub with the tip of his
finger to the spot on Obi-Wan’s shaft he‘d shown Elyssa. Obi-Wan’s response
was immediate. He let loose with a low moan of longing, his hips rising.

Qui-Gon looked sharply over at Elyssa. She looked back at him as she
swallowed heavily, her breath caught in her lungs and, for a moment, all
three appeared to be caught in a moment of suspended animation, time having
ceased around them, the only sound Obi-Wan‘s heavy breathing. Qui-Gon gazed
deeply into Elyssa’s eyes as his darkened with an emotion she did not
recognize.

Qui-Gon then moved his hand back, his blue eyes so dark they were indigo.

“Did you notice the response?” he asked, but Elyssa noted his voice was a
bit unsteady.

“Yes,” she whispered as she looked hard at him. “I noticed.”

“Good. Yes, well, you try,” Qui-Gon said quickly.

Elyssa nodded and lowered her head. She slowly slid her tongue over the spot
Qui-Gon had shown her. Obi-Wan shuddered and moaned throatily, his pelvis
rising. Elyssa licked at the spot for a bit; long, leisurely licks, but her
thoughts were on the way her pelvis had flooded with heat when Qui-Gon had
touched Obi-Wan. She longed to see more. She pulled quickly away from
Obi-Wan.

“Gods! Don‘t stop!” Obi-Wan cried from behind his mask. “All right, for
Force sake! I apologize, Master! I’m sorry I didn‘t leave the Maneads when I
was ransomed. I‘m sorry I snuck that Ruqayyah mint pie out of the Temple
kitchen when I was fourteen after you told me I couldn‘t have anymore. I‘m
sorry I put those lizard-frogs in your sleeping bag during our mission to
Sandad. I’m sorry I---”

Elyssa put her hand over Obi-Wan’s mouth to quiet him. She gazed over at
Qui-Gon. He watched her, his blue eyes narrowed, his breath shallow and
fast. She glanced down and saw that his own shaft was hard and erect and, as
she gazed at it, thick and heavy against his groin, tingling sensations
spread through her breasts to her nipples.

“Now what should I do?” Elyssa asked softly as she looked deep into
Qui-Gon’s eyes.

“What ever you desire,” he replied in a husky voice, his eyes boring into
hers.

Elyssa sighed as she looked over at him. If only he would do what he
desired.

Part Nine

Elyssa turned back to Obi-Wan. She dipped her head and caught the head of
his shaft between her lips. She fluttered the tip of her tongue over it.
Obi-Wan groaned. She then eased more of his shaft into her mouth and moved
her lips slowly along it, up and down, up and down, slow and sweet. Obi-Wan
hissed between his teeth and his supple hips began to rock to the rhythm of
her mouth.

Despite her disappointment that Qui-Gon was apparently not going to allow
himself to surrender to his own hidden desires, Elyssa let herself drown in
the sensation of pleasuring Obi-Wan. And he tasted so good, so sweet. She
moaned as she drew him deeper into her mouth. Soon she was enveloping
Obi-Wan so completely that when she moved her mouth down his shaft, her nose
nestled in the soft hairs on his groin.

The musk which rose from it was a mixture of cinnamon, sweat and the salty
scent of the ocean and Elyssa recalled that Obi-Wan had been swimming
earlier. She then moved her mouth from his shaft and lowered her face to his
balls. She glanced over at Qui-Gon. He watched her closely, that stoic look
of Jedi composure still on his noble face, his eyes like blue slits. Elyssa
slipped her mouth over one of Obi-Wan’s balls and softly sucked it.

Obi-Wan squirmed, his arms and legs tugging at his bonds. Elyssa moved her
lips to the other one and moved it around in her warm soft mouth.

“Oh, Elyssa,” Obi-Wan cried.

Elyssa suckled his balls a moment longer. Then she lifted her head and laid
it against Obi-Wan’s thigh. She rubbed her hair gently along his shaft,
looking over at Qui-Gon all the while. She then lifted her head and took
Obi-Wan completely into her mouth, adjusting her body so that her rear was
high in the hair.

Elyssa then sucked Obi-Wan’s shaft deep and hard; so hard her cheeks were
drawn tight against her face, so deep she could feel the tip of his shaft
beating against the back of her throat. Obi-Wan’s body twisted violently
beneath her, his breath harsh and ragged, his groans like tiny roars.

Suddenly, Elyssa felt hot hands on her hips. Qui-Gon had moved behind her.
He licked at her rear, his tongue slipping along the cleft of her bottom. 
He then slid his tongue to her mound and moved it slowly over her, twisting
and darting at the soft wet folds.

Elyssa gently pulled her mouth away from Obi-Wan’s shaft. He groaned as she
did so. She then moved up his body, kissing his sweat-glistened chest.
Qui-Gon followed her, his mouth latched onto her mound. Soon Elyssa was
face to face with Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon was now just over Obi-Wan’s groin, his
face still burrowed in Elyssa’s mound.

Elyssa then pulled herself away from Qui-Gon, lifting her hips so that she
could straddle Obi-Wan’s face. She lowered herself onto him, her mound just
inches from his nose and mouth. She saw him breathe deeply as he blindly
scented her from behind the mask. He opened his mouth, his tongue searching
eagerly for her. Elyssa slowly guided her mound to that questing tongue and
let it slip inside her.

As Obi-Wan’s tongue and lips moved urgently in and around her mound, Elyssa
arched her back, her breath ragged. Her thighs were snug against Obi-Wan’s
head and soon she was pulsing her hips in time with his thrusting tongue.

“Oh, that feels so good, so good,” Elyssa sighed.

Then she realized she wanted to feel Obi-Wan’s hands on her, so she untied
them from the headboard. Obi-Wan quickly grabbed her, hungrily caressing
her thighs and rear. He lifted his head, the mask still across his eyes, and
nestled his face deeper into her, his tongue lashing against her clit.

“Yes, yes, oh, don’t stop, don‘t stop” Elyssa whispered heatedly.

Obi-Wan moaned against her, his voice thrumming deep inside her. Then,
suddenly she felt him stiffen. She looked down as his head fell back hard on
the pillows, his features tight. For a moment, Elyssa was confused. She
wasn’t doing anything to him.

Obi-Wan tossed his head back and forth, his throat taut, his mouth open as
he drew in deep, shuddering gasps. With a trembling hand, Elysa removed the
mask from his face.

Their eyes met and his were blazing. Then she heard soft moist sounds coming
from behind her. Elyssa slowly lifted her thighs from about Obi-Wan’s head.
As she slid next to him on the bed, her hands clasped about his arm, she
turned around

Qui-Gon was sucking on Obi-Wan‘s shaft, his mouth sliding up and down it,
his long tongue slipping leisurely around the glistening head. Elyssa's body
flooded with warmth as she watched him.

Then Obi-Wan moaned next to her, his fingers gripping the sheets.

Elyssa reached over and took his face between her hands.

“Elyssa,” he whispered as he gazed over at her. “It feels so good. Gods, it
feels so good.”

“I know it does, sweetness. I know.”

Elyssa kissed him softly. His lips trembled beneath hers. Excited by this,
she thrust her tongue into his mouth. Obi-Wan sucked eagerly on it and
Elyssa imagined she could feel through their kiss the desire which was
raging within him as Qui-Gon pleasured him.

Elyssa gently broke the kiss. Obi-Wan closed his eyes and laid his head
back, his breath coming in shuddering gasps. Elyssa kissed him on the neck,
sliding her hands across his chest as she rubbed and pulled at his nipples. 
Then she leaned over and sucked softly on one but, as much as she wanted to
continue doing so, she also wanted to watch what Qui-Gon was doing to him. 
With a last, tender lick, she pulled away from Obi-Wan’s chest.

She turned her head back to Qui-Gon who now had both hands on Obi-Wan’s hips
as he steadily built up a deep hard rhythm on his shaft. His breath coming
sharp and fast Obi-Wan slowly, but smoothly, began to lift his pelvis upward
in time with Qui-Gon’s downward head thrusts

Elyssa moaned softly, her hands clutching Obi-Wan’s arm. She nestled the
side of her head against his shoulder, felt the tremors of his quivering
muscles, the shallow, fast pants of his breath.

“I’m going to come,” Obi-Wan moaned. “Oh, gods, I‘m going to come!”

Elyssa moved her mouth next to his ear.

“Then come, sweetness,” she whispered.

Obi-Wan closed his eyes tight. Elyssa watched as his hips shuddered, the
muscles in his legs so rigid they were like cords under the skin. He
groaned throatily as Qui-Gon pumped his mouth harder on his shaft.

“Gods!” Obi-Wan shouted, his body thrashing as he released himself inside
his master’s mouth.

The blood rushed through Elyssa’s head as she watched Qui-Gon grab Obi-Wan’s
shuddering hips as they bucked wildly against the bed, his mouth still
wrapped around Obi-Wan’s shaft as he took in all Obi-Wan was giving him.

As Obi-Wan groaned in blissful agony next to her, Elyssa dug her fingers
into his rock hard biceps, her breath harsh, little moans slipping from
between her lips.

Obi-Wan’s whole body was taut, his hips raised off the bed, his head thrown
back as Qui-Gon continued to suck on his shaft, his hands moving slowly and
tenderly across Obi-Wan’s heaving chest as Obi-Wan's orgasm pulsed inside
him. Elyssa felt little tremors deep inside her womb as she watched them
and she cried out softly.

At the sound of her strangled voice, Qui-Gon quickly lifted his head and
looked at her, his eyes dark and hot.

Qui-Gon moved himself away from Obi-Wan and, reaching down, quickly untied
his legs. He then rose from the bed, picked up his robe, drew it around
himself and, without a word, left the bedroom.

Elyssa looked over at Obi-Wan. He was breathing heavily, his eyes swirling
with both ecstasy and bewilderment as he watched Qui-Gon leave the room.

“Master...” he began, but closed his mouth when Qui-Gon didn’t turn around.

Obi-Wan made as if to rise. “I should go to him---”

“No. I‘ll go,” Elyssa said quickly.

She rose from the bed and drew on one of her dressing robes. She glanced
back at Obi-Wan just before she left the bedroom and gave him a small smile.
Then she went in to Qui-Gon.

Part Ten

The sitting room of her hotel suite was dark, but Elyssa could make out
Qui-Gon’s large shadowed form as he sat in one of the cushioned chairs.
Sparklets of light from the glow of the triple moons on the ocean outside
the balcony shimmered on the ceiling and she could hear the ebb and flow of
the waves as they washed over the shore. Qui-Gon was facing away from her,
the moons’ light shining on his hair, his hands resting on the seat’s arms.

Elyssa approached him slowly. She stood behind him for a moment, then laid
her hand on his shoulder. At first he didn’t stir, then he reached across
with his hand and laid it on hers. Elyssa moved around him. She stood in
front of him, her hand still clasped in his. He looked up at her, his eyes
shadowed.

Elyssa drew her hand away from his, then cupped his face. She stroked his
beard slowly. He smiled slightly at her, then turned his head and gently
kissed her fingertips.

“I’m so sorry,” Elyssa said softly.

“For what?”

“For having made you sad.”

Qui-Gon shook his head. “You haven’t made me sad.”

Elyssa slipped onto his lap and slid her arms about his neck.

“But I have. I told you about that silly fantasy of mine and you...” She
shook her head. “And now you’re regretting it. Oh, Qui-Gon, I would rather
cut off my arm than cause pain to you or Obi-Wan.”

“Really, Elyssa. Do you think I did what I did to satisfy your fantasy?”

Elyssa slowly shook her head. “But, I can’t help feeling responsible.”

Qui-Gon drew her closer. He wrapped his arms about her waist.

“You give yourself too much credit, Elyssa. I did what I did because I
wanted to. I’ve wanted to for a very long time. And I don’t regret it.”

“But...?” Elyssa asked, her eyes searching his.

“You’re wondering why if I didn‘t regret it did I just up and leave?”

Elyssa nodded.

Qui-Gon sighed heavily. “I love Obi-Wan. As my friend, as a fellow Jedi and
even, I suppose, as a son. But, I’ve wanted him, too.” Qui-Gon took
another deep breath. “I haven’t had a great many lovers in my life, Elyssa,
despite what you may think, but I’ve had some. Both men and women.” He shook
his head wearily. “I’ve wanted to love Obi-Wan in that way for some time
now.”

“But, I don’t understand,” Elyssa said. “Why are you so sad?”

“Because he’s my apprentice, Eyssa. The Jedi Council does not look kindly on
intimate relations between masters and their apprentices.”

“Obi-Wan isn’t a child, Qui-Gon. He’s a man, full-grown.”

Qui-Gon shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. Masters wield a great deal of
power over the futures of their padawans. We are the ones who recommend to
the Council whether they are ready to face the Trials and become Jedi
Knights. If it were discovered there was a sexual relationship between a
master and apprentice, even if it was consented to on both parts, even if
the apprentice was of age, the Council could decide to take that apprentice
away and assign him or her to another master.”

“Oh, I see,” Elyssa said softly.

“I don’t want to risk losing Obi-Wan.”

Elyssa was silent for a moment. Then she cupped Qui-Gon’s face and looked
deep into his eyes.

“I understand your fears, Qui-Gon. Truly, I do. But, if you don’t go back to
him now, you may lose him anyway.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, Qui-Gon dear, you just walked away from him, without a word. How do
you think that makes him feel? Don‘t punish him for something you both
wanted. He loves you so.”

Qui-Gon lowered his head.

“I didn’t mean to hurt him. I just...” He paused and shook his head.

“You were swept up in the heat of the moment, Qui-Gon. As was I, as was he.
Don’t blame yourself for that.” Elyssa gently stroked his face. “You’re so
used to being in control, aren’t you? Remember what you told me the night we
met? That the key is not control, but surrender. Tonight it was you who
surrendered; to your desire, to your passion. And passion is a terribly
frightful and powerful emotion. It can overwhelm even a Jedi Master, I see.”
She smiled softly. “But now, with the coolness of reflection, you can think
upon what has happened and decide where to go from there.”

“What do you recommend?” he asked.

“Go to him. Let him know you still care for him. Don’t let him think that
what happened between you was wrong.” Elyssa shook her head fiercely. “And I
don’t care what your Jedi Council says. I know you would never abuse or
take advantage of Obi-Wan. I can see the deep and sincere love you have for
him.”

Qui-Gon nodded. “But what has happened between me and Obi-Wan, it can’t, it
must not go beyond this night. I won‘t risk losing him.”

“I know.” Elyssa looked past him at the dark sky beyond the balcony. “But
the night is not yet over, Qui-Gon.”

Qui-Gon reached up and held Elyssa’s face between his hands. He smiled at
her, his eyes full of warmth. Then he pulled her towards him and kissed her
gently. After a long moment, he broke the kiss. Then he slowly opened the
front of her robe. He moved his hands over her breasts. Elyssa sighed
deeply as he leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, his
tongue sliding slowly over it.

She wove her hands through his long hair, her breath coming in shuddering
gasps as he licked at the taut nub. Qui-Gon drew her closer, his hands
cupping and urgently caressing her rear. Elyssa moved her hands beneath his
robe, across his chest and down his stomach. She slipped her trembling
fingers around his hardening shaft and slowly stroked it and, at that
moment, she wanted nothing more than to feel it thrusting inside her and her
riding it until the stars exploded behind her eyes. But she remembered
Obi-Wan and the soft pain in his beautiful eyes as Qui-Gon had walked away
from him without a word.

Elyssa pulled away and rose quickly from Qui-Gon’s lap. He stared up at her,
his eyes burning. She ran her fingers across his lips.

“Go to him,” she said softly.

Qui-Gon looked at her for a long moment. Elyssa held her breath. Then he
nodded. She watched as he stood and went back into the bedroom. Soon Elyssa
heard his and Obi-Wan’s indistinct voices. Drawing her robe tighter about
her, Elyssa left the sitting room and walked out onto the balcony.

The triple moons sailed towards the western horizon and the waves moved
ceaselessly over the shimmering golden sands. The night air was cool, but
Elyssa drank it in like sweet wine. Then soon, above the roar of the waves
as they crashed over the sand, she heard faint moans coming from the
bedroom. Elyssa’s throat tightened and her pelvis flooded with warmth. She
heard the bed creaking; then, at one point, she heard Qui-Gon’s voice as he
cried out Obi-Wan’s name. Her heart fluttered in her chest. And as the soft
moans and smothered cries from the bedroom went on, she thought about her
silly fantasy of wanting to watch the two of them make love. She shook her
head. Fantasies were one thing, but Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon were human beings
and there existed between them something which was deep and profound. There
was a history there, experiences which they’d shared over the years that she
could never, ever truly understand.

The wind nipped at Elyssa as she leaned against the railing. She wrapped
her robe even tighter about her shivering body. If Qui-Gon was serious about
not carrying this beyond tonight, then Elyssa wanted them to have this time
to themselves. She fastened her gaze on the ebb and flow of the ocean, the
ancient pulse of the waves so much like the rhythmic dance of love. She
didn’t know how long she stood on the balcony hypnotized by the triple
moons’ light glimmering on the surging waves. It could have been minutes; it
could have been hours.

Then she felt someone move behind her. Warm strong arms encircled her. She
leaned back against the soft robe around Qui-Gon’s broad chest. He kissed
the top of her head.

“Come to bed, Elyssa,” he whispered as he picked her up and carried her into
the bedroom.

The room was softly lit with a soft orange radiance from a small glow lamp
on the wall. Obi-Wan lay in bed, the coverlet pulled up just to his slender
hips, the light glistening on his lightly-sweating chest. His eyes were
luminous as he watched Qui-Gon carry her in.

Qui-Gon laid her on the bed. As he gently removed her robe his hands touched
her body.

“You‘re freezing, Elyssa,” he said in alarm. “Warm her up, Obi-Wan.”

“Yes, Master.”

Obi-Wan quickly drew Elyssa into his arms, his hands moving briskly over her
skin.

Qui-Gon then took off his robe and climbed into bed next to them. He also
put his arms around Elyssa and soon all three were wrapped about each other.
Then, as their breaths quickened and the heat rose among them, they rolled
about on the bed, their arms and legs, lips and tongues all around and on
each other. And soon Elyssa lost track of time, space and herself.

Part Eleven

Elyssa sighed, then moaned. She was dreaming; dreaming hot, urgent hands
were touching her, stroking her, fondling her. She moaned again. Then, with
a sharp and sudden comprehension, she realized she was not dreaming.

She opened her eyes. Obi-Wan was on top of her, his hands roaming over her
body.

“Obi-Wan,” she said sleepily as she gazed up at him. “What do you think
you’re doing?”

He smiled down at her. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

Elyssa looked around. The sky was still dark outside the window, but she
could it was beginning to lighten along the horizon. The triple moons had
set. She and Obi-Wan were alone in the bed. Elyssa stretched her arms above
her head. She felt both light and heavy; light with joy and heavy with
contentment. She inhaled, then released a deep, satisfied breath. Her last
memory was of her wrapped in Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan’s arms as the three had
enjoyed each other before they had all fallen asleep.

“Where’s your master?” she asked.

“Gone.”

Elyssa frowned at him. “I can see he’s gone, Obi-Wan. Where has he gone?”

“He went to tell the hotel manager he’d been mistaken about your being a
wanted woman. He left instructions I was to look after you while he was
gone. So I am.”

Elyssa smiled and shook her head.

“I don’t think this is what he had in mind,” she said as she slipped her
arms about his neck.

“My master has always told me to be creative when it comes to interpreting
his instructions,” Obi-Wan said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Is that so?”

Obi-Wan nodded, then kissed her quickly on the lips.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

“For what?”

“For last night. For what happened between me and my master.”

Elyssa shook her head. “I had nothing to do with that, Obi-Wan.”

“Oh, but you did.” Obi-Wan paused, took a deep breath. “I don’t think you’re
aware, but I care for my master. Very much. I never would have imagined I
could be as close to him as I was last night. And, though we’ll probably
never be that close again in that way, there’s something different between
us now.”

“Really, Obi-Wan?”

Obi-Wan nodded. “There was always this wall around my master. Xanatos’
betrayal hurt him deeply and, because of it, he’d always kept a part of
himself separate from me. But last night he let me inside that wall. He let
me see that side of him which was vulnerable and trusting. I will never
forget that.”

“Then I’m happy for you, Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan smiled and, as Elyssa gazed back into his beautiful blue-gray eyes,
she suddenly saw him in a different light. Till now she’d looked upon him
as the moon to Qui-Gon’s bright and powerful sun, but even the moon, she
realized, could have its own unique and fascinating allure. She stroked his
padawan braid as it lay over his shoulder, fingering the tiny bit of ribbon
woven within it. She drew it slowly across her lips, nibbling softly on it.

“You really like my braid, don‘t you?” Obi-Wan said smiling.

Elyssa nodded. Then she lifted her head and kissed him, her lips moving
slowly over his. She tightened her arms about her neck as their kisses
became more lingering, softer, gentle. Then Obi-Wan pulled away, his eyes
caressing her.

“Elyssa,” he said softly, his breath warm against her face and, when he
lifted his hands and buried them in her hair, something stirred within
Elyssa. How easy it would be to fall in love with this man, she thought. 
Then she mentally shook her head. No, she mustn’t think such things. What
she currently shared with Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon was more than enough. Their
lovemaking was fun and exhilarating and she didn’t need nor want to mess it
with up such a chaotic and messy emotion as love. But, at the same time she
also couldn’t deny that Obi-Wan struck a chord deep inside her. There were
depths to him, she sensed, which she longed to search out and explore. She
kissed him again and their kisses became slow and languid.

Obi-Wan pulled away. He lowered his head to her breasts. Elyssa sighed as he
began to kiss them. He lapped his tongue across her hardening nipples and,
as he did, Elyssa’s moans became gasps and soft cries of joy. A tingly
feeling crept up her spine, causing goose bumps to form over her arms.
Obi-Wan then drew one of her breasts deep into his mouth. He sucked softly
at first, then more forcefully, pulling and nibbling at the tip with his
teeth. Elyssa groaned, her hips shuddering.

Obi-Wan then moved his head up from her breast and kissed her mouth and, as
their tongues danced together, their bodies twisted and turned against each
other. With a feather-light touch, he ran his fingers over Elyssa‘s rear.
She wiggled her hips in encouragement while he continued his heated
exploration, his hands griping the soft curves of each cheek as he squeezed
them tightly, kneading the soft warm flesh.

Then he slipped his hand hands back over her breasts. He lowered his head
and took a taut dusky nipple into his warm mouth and, under the tender
ministration of his hot tongue, it grew harder and harder.

Elyssa arched her back, soft moans and sighs escaping through her parted
lips. Obi-Wan held her tight in his arms, his mouth latched onto her
swelling breast. As he suckled it, he reached over with his hand to her
other breast, moving his fingers lightly over its firm fullness. He circled
her breast slowly until he finally zeroed in on her waiting nipple.

Rolling the sensitive knob between his fingers, it hardened quickly. Then,
with a last hard suck, he let Elyssa’s nipple slip slowly from his mouth.
Elyssa whimpered, her body trembling in his arms. He then moved his head to
where her other nipple awaited him. He sipped at it with his lips.

“Oh, I love that,” Elyssa moaned.

Obi-Wan slid his hands down Elyssa’s body inch by inch as he teased her
hardened nipple with his tongue. He gripped her hips and Elyssa gyrated her
pelvis in time to her ragged breathing as Obi-Wan slid his hand closer and
closer to that moist softness between her legs.

“Do you want me, Elyssa?” he murmured against breast.

“Yes, oh yes, I do.”

“Then tell me,” he groaned.

“Oh, I want you, Obi-Wan. I want you so much.”

Obi-Wan slowly thrust his hips forward and, as their hips pressed together,
they locked their arms around each other. Elyssa moved the soft folds of her
mound onto Obi-Wan’s shaft, pushing up gently until he was completely inside
her. Then Elyssa rocked back and forth on his shaft. Soon, her and Obi-Wan’s
hips were moving in unison.

“Elyssa, Elyssa, you’re so sweet, so hot,” Obi-Wan groaned against her ear.

As Obi-Wan continued to move inside her, Elyssa’s hips rose up again and
again, meeting his thrusts with timed movements of her own. Her hands roamed
wildly over his back, caressing his skin, kneading his buttocks, encouraging
him to go deeper and harder.

Elyssa marveled at the way Obi-Wan’s sinewy muscles shifted and moved in
time with his movements, his rock-hard buttocks contracting with each
thrust, his lips teasing and tantalizing her neck and shoulders.

Elyssa threw her head back, her lips parted, as she rotated her hips against
his groin, both her and Obi-Wan’s moans and sighs filling the room from wall
to wall.

Suddenly, Obi-Wan stopped moving. Elyssa gasped and looked up at him. For
a moment she thought he was still teasing her. However, when she saw the
look in his eyes, her heart thudded. No, she thought, don’t say it, please
don’t say it.

He gazed at her for a long moment, his eyes soft and warm. Elyssa’s heart
sped up. Don’t, she mentally begged him.

“Elyssa, I lo---”

Elyssa lifted her head and hands and drew his face down to her‘s. She kissed
him hard, her hands tight around the back of his neck as she swallowed his
words. Obi-Wan hesitated for a moment, then returned her kiss. Elyssa then
moved her hips hard and fast against him. Obi-Wan groaned deep in his chest
and responded in kind, moving into her with a fierce, pulsing beat. Elyssa
then pulled her mouth away from his.

“Yes, make me come,” she urged him, her voice trembling. “Make me come.”

Obi-Wan moved faster at her words. Then, with a final, shuddering thrust, he
exploded inside her. He groaned lustily against her throat, his lips
trembling on her neck as he jetted his hot seed into her. Then Elyssa came
soon after, her body surging against his.

As his orgasm waned, Obi-Wan collapsed heavily onto Elyssa, his chest
quivering against her, the sweat from both their bodies like a layer of hot
silk between them. For long moments they said nothing and the only sounds
was their harsh breathing, the morning wind, sharp with the smell of the sea
as it sighed through the open windows, and the distant crashing of the ocean
waves.

Then Obi-Wan slowly pulled away and looked into Elyssa’s eyes. She lifted
her hand and stroked his cheek, hoping he would understand why she had to
stop him from saying those words; those beautiful, wonderful, terrible
words.

“Elyssa, I do lo---”

Elyssa stopped his mouth with her hand.

“No, Obi-Wan,” she said softly but firmly as she looked deep into his eyes.
“You do not.”

Obi-Wan gazed back at her for a long moment. Then he slowly nodded. He
kissed her gently and, as the sky quickly brightened towards morning, they
continued to kiss; soft little kisses that were like punctuation marks to
all their unspoken words.

Part Twelve

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Qui-Gon strode into Elyssa’s hotel suite. The morning sun shone brilliantly
through the large windows. He had met with the hotel manager and
successfully straightened out the matter regarding Elyssa. The Ixonian had
still been so in awe at being in the presence of a Jedi, Qui-Gon suspected
he could have told the Ixonian he had two eyes instead of three and he would
have agreed it was so.

As Qui-Gon had went on to apologize for the mix-up about Elyssa, the Ixonian
had told him he was just relieved to know Mistress Keyon was truly what she
had presented herself to be. He then told Qui-Gon he hoped that as a result
of the terrible interrogation she had undergone---the Ixonian informed
Qui-Gon that some guests had reported hearing screams from her hotel room
last night---the Jedi were not in any serious trouble for having made such a
horrendous mistake. Qui-Gon had assured him they were not.

Now, as he made his way towards the suite’s bedroom, his robe sweeping
behind him, Qui-Gon thought about the events of last night. He did not, in
any way, regret what had happened between him and Obi-Wan. For a long time
Qui-Gon had longed to open himself up emotionally to his padawan and let him
in behind the barrier he had erected after Xanatos’ betrayal and, last
night, with a little help from Elyssa, he had finally done so.

Qui-Gon sighed and smiled slightly. He now suspected that their bond as
master and apprentice would be stronger and better for it. However, he was
also quite serious about not continuing that aspect of their relationship
beyond last night. Obi-Wan was very important to him and Qui-Gon did not
want to risk losing him.

Qui-Gon entered the bedroom. He stopped. There was no sign of Obi-Wan or
Elyssa. The bed was empty, the sheets all in a tangle. Then Qui-Gon heard
the shower unit running and over the sound of the water he could hear their
voices.

“Stop it, Obi-Wan! You’re going to get soap in my eyes. I mean it! Stop!”

Qui-Gon heard Obi-Wan murmur something. Elyssa then shrieked and Obi-Wan
burst out in loud laughter.

“Obi-Wan! You Jedi scamp! Stop that right now! I mean it! Stop!”

Elyssa giggled and Qui-Gon heard a loud splash.

Qui-Gon shook his head as he took off his robe and sat in a chair next to
the bed. He crossed his boots at the ankle and waited, listening with a
small smile on his face to the two as they laughed and shouted in the
shower.

Suddenly the water stopped running and Qui-Gon heard the dryer unit switch
on. There was a long stretch of silence as the dryer hummed, then Qui-Gon
heard a loud, rhythmic thumping.

He shook his head again, his smile deepening.

The thumping sound grew louder and faster. Then Qui-Gon heard Elyssa’s
voice.

“Oh, yes! Harder, sweetness, harder!”

Qui-Gon marveled at Obi-Wan’s stamina. To be young again, he thought
ruefully.

Suddenly Elyssa and Obi-Wan cried out together, their strangled cries
echoing through the shower unit and out into the bedroom.

Then he heard the shower unit door slide open. Elyssa and Obi-Wan walked
naked out of the fresher. They stopped when they saw Qui-Gon and, as they
stared wide-eyed over at him, he was suddenly reminded of two children
caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

Qui-Gon cocked his head as he looked over at them. Elyssa stared back.
Then, lifting her head, she slowly walked over to him. She stopped, her
breasts just grazing his tunic and looked up at him.

“So, did you straighten out that little misunderstanding with the hotel
manager, Qui-Gon?”

Qui-Gon chuckled. “Yes, Elyssa, I did. Your reputation is as it was. 
Stainless.”

Then he eyed her naked body. “So to speak,” he added.

Elyssa sniffed disdainfully. She then turned her head and looked over at
Obi-Wan, her eyes dancing.

“Obi-Wan was doing as you instructed. Looking after me.”

Qui-Gon glanced over at Obi-Wan.

“Yes, I can see that,” he said, a small smile crinkling his lips.

Elyssa looked back at Qui-Gon.

“So what now, Master Jedi?” she said. “You’ve gotten what you came here for.
My apology regarding the Maneads. There doesn’t seem to be anything else
keeping you here.”

“I don’t know about that, Elyssa. Our transport to Coruscant won’t be
leaving until tomorrow morning. I suggest the two of you put on some clothes
and we take in some sight-seeing. I’d like to see a little of Ixonia before
we leave.”

“Sounds like a plan, Master,” Obi-Wan said. He hurriedly put on his
swimming trucks and robe from last night. “I’ll go to our rooms and change,”
he said as he left the suite.

Qui-Gon watched Obi-Wan leave. Then he turned back to Elyssa. He smiled down
at her.

“Thank you, Elyssa,” he said. “For what you did and said last night.”

Elyssa shook her head. “You two keep thanking me. I didn’t do anything,
Qui-Gon. It was always there, between you, inside you. Maybe you just
needed a little encouragement to bring it out.”

“Perhaps, but thank you anyway.”

Elyssa nodded and smiled. She took a deep breath.

“Well, if we’re going sightseeing I’d better change.”

She then eyed Qui-Gon as he continued to stand in front of her.

“What‘s wrong?” he asked.

“You. Leave. Now. I’m not going to dress in front of you.”

Qui-Gon’s eyes widened. “You’re not serious, Elyssa”

“Oh, I am most certainly serious, Qui-Gon. Undressing or being naked in
front of a man is one thing. But there are things a woman does when she’s
dressing that no man needs to be privy to.”

“And what if I choose not to go?” he asked smiling, his eyes teasing.

Elyssa glared up at him.

“Oh no, Qui-Gon. You‘re going to do as I say this time.”

She quickly grabbed his arm and tried to pull him towards the door. Qui-Gon
stood stock still, smiling as she strained to budge him.

“All right, Elyssa,” he said laughing as she kept pulling at him. “I’ll go.
Though I can’t imagine what you feel you need to be so secretive about.”

“That’s none of your business,” Elyssa said as she finally succeeded in
pushing him through the door. Then she closed it firmly behind him.

Qui-Gon stared at the closed door for a moment, then shook his head. As he
went to find a seat to wait for her and Obi-Wan, he realized he was becoming
quite fond of Elyssa. She was spirited yet gentle, a combination he found
quite alluring. He gazed out at the bright morning sky and wondered what
kind of future they could have together.

The End.

Ummm, this ending is kind of up in the air because I’ve already got a sequel
planned. :-) But, thanks for reading and for the feedback.

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