The celebratory dinner through, the queen called for the entertainment. Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi sat back, knowing the evening would be over after the traditional psi-dances. Qui-Gon knew his apprentice was tired; he was exhausted himself, but they were required to satisfy cultural tradition and protocol.

The music started quickly, an upbeat piece. In front of the dais, a lone female clothed in green stood swaying to the music, emanating sensuality in every motion. Her red hair flowed down to her waist, eyes closed, a secret smile on her lips for a moment before she began to sing:

I know you know that I have magic fingertips
You know it’s true you can’t resist my tasty lips

Her eyes opened slowly surveying her monarch’s guests. The master seemed distant. His apprentice, however, seemed intrigued. He’s mine tonight, she decided.

Now can’t you see that I can make you lose control
You know the score, I win, you lose, just like before

Games, all the games I like to play,
Make you love me night and day,

She was in his mind now as well as in front of him, singing and swaying suggestively:

If you win I will obey,
but I know you won’t so

He was on the floor now, dancing with her, moving closer, grinding his hips against hers, letting her hands run all over his body.

Take you to my magic tower
In my land of make-believe.
All sweet lovin’ in my power
You won’t ever want to leave.

They were in another room now. She was slowly undressing him, nipping his shoulders, his collar, his neck and chest, flicking his nipples with her tongue, pulling his tunic free of his belt.

Take you to my magic tower,
In my land of blue and red,
All sweet lovin’ in my power,
You’re the prisoner of my bed.

She made quick work of his belt, throwing it to the floor. He ripped her green caftan open, throwing it next to his belt. She grabbed his hands and clutched them to her breasts.

I’ll let you stay if you be good and you behave
You must agree it’s fun to live your fantasies

She held him against the wall now, softly biting him all over his now nude body. His eyes were closed, enjoying the sensations. She moved lower, taking his engorged shaft between her lips, sucking him softly.

Now look at me I’m lying naked on the floor
Get on your knees and beg me please to give you more.

A soft moan escaped his lips. He pulled her to him, devouring her lips with his own.

Take you to my magic tower
In my land of make-believe.
All sweet lovin’ in my power
You won’t ever want to leave.

She rode him now, pinning him to the red divan in the center of the room. He clutched at her, moaning softly, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He was so close…

Take you to my magic tower,
In my land of blue and red,
All sweet lovin’ in my power,
You’re the prisoner of my bed.

The music faded. He found himself back at the banquet table, breathing heavily. Sweat trickled from the hollow in his neck down past the neck of his tunic. He was flushed, his pulse racing. He blinked several times, trying to regain his focus. A shuddered sigh helped him find his composure. He sheepishly looked at his master, his cheeks now on fire. Master, could we go now?

Qui-Gon watched his apprentice quietly. I probably should have warned him, he thought. Then again, his master never warned him all those years ago, when he found himself in the same condition. Seeing the young man’s obvious discomfort, he nodded.

Of course. The meal is now over.

Obi-Wan sighed his relief, then stood. The beige material did nothing to hide his arousal. He quickly drew his outer robe shut, praying no one noticed.

The dancer smiled at him. I hope you enjoyed that, Jedi. I certainly did. She gave him another mental stroke, then left the hall, the young man’s eyes on her retreating figure, reluctantly watching her go.

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