Plotting Our Future

Author: My-Gin-Gone

E-Mail: Spacefan@cybergal.com

Rating: NC-17

Characters: Qui-Gon Jinn, Ardeth Fey, Chana (you)

Story type: ABH, Drama, mild Angst but smutty fun

Disclaimer: God/King George Lucas created and owns this universe, I'm
just playing in it.  Universal owns Ardeth.  Don't sue me or else
I'll miss the sequels to both of these movies.

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say "yes!"

Summary: You've been banished to Malastare by your C-O, and you have
yet to make up with Qui-Gon...  Things get better, I promise. <evil
cackle>

Author's notes: This is a sequel to "A Change In Plans".  The series
includes— In the Beginning, The Honeymoon, Performance Anxiety, A
Change in Plans, Plotting Our Future, A Spiritual Journey Home, The
Competition, Family and An Old Friend.


Plotting Our Future


      The whirl and buzz of office machines infiltrates your ears but
you've learned to block them out.  Four long weeks have passed since
you were reassigned to the Quartermaster's Office on Malastare. 

      "Who uses paper anymore?"  You mutter shutting the file cabinet
after finishing the last of your filing.  Casually you rub your
stomach and then stop, remembering you're at work.  The last time you
did this, an officer saw you and lectured you for twenty minutes
about the proper conduct of a soldier be they pregnant or not.

      The bond you have with your son is getting stronger.  You actually
feel his presence within you.  You know when he sleeps, when he is
restless...  It is an awesome sensation.  Unfortunately it's the only
bond you've felt for a while because you haven't heard from Qui-Gon
or Ardeth. 

      "Sgt. Fey-Jinn."  Lt. Jocturey calls you.

      "Yes, ma'am."

      "The corporal has some errands to run, watch the counter until the
end of your shift."

      "Yes ma'am."  You nod and head to the counter where a mass of
requisition datapads and paper lay.

      After straightening the counter, you decide to fill out a
requisition datapad for more uniforms.  Though you are not showing,
you're regularly growing out of every set.

      //Might as well get a jump start on the next batch.//

      The door opens.  You look up and see Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn.  Time
slows down.  Is it him?  Or are you hallucinating from boredom?

      He stops in front of you, "Hello."  Jinn's voice is quiet, his face
is icy.

      "Hi."  You say wanting to leap over the counter and hug him.

      "It took me a while to find you.  But here am I."

      You nod holding in your tears.

      "Can we go somewhere and talk?"

      Before you can say a word Lt. Jocturey tells you to go home.  Qui
cracks the tiniest of grins.  You agree with the lieutenant not
caring whether Qui influenced her or not.


      You two walk in silence for some time.  Eventually leaving the base,
pleasant residential neighborhoods surround you.  They are filled
with humans and non-humans living, working and playing together. 


      The Master is silent.  He is a thoughtful man who chooses his words
carefully.  It is one of the many traits you love about him.  The sky
darkens.  He guides you expertly through the neighborhoods to a small
park where you both sit by a fountain. 

      "You are beautiful,"  Qui holds your hand and caresses your face.
"But sometimes..."  He shakes his head and frowns.

      A cloud rumbles in the distance.

      "It is all my fault."  You blurt unable to contain your thoughts,
"All of it.  From the idiotic histrionics to the selfish disregard
for our child."  You gaze into his eyes, "Please forgive me.  I am so
sorry.  When you left, I had time to reassess my priorities."  A tear
rushes down your cheek.  "And I've decided that without you, all of
this means nothing."

      He wipes your tear with his thumb.  "Little one.  You are mine, I
would never leave you."

      Qui-Gon kisses your tear stained face as heavy drops of rain cascade
on you both.

      "We must go."  He urges.

      "I don't mind the rain."  

      The deluge is harder.

      "I do mind if you catch cold.  Come I have a place nearby."


      Qui-Gon stokes the burning logs in the fireplace.  You sip hot
herbal tea and curl a warm blanket around you in an overstuffed
chair.  You wear Qui's tunic.  It still carries his scent.  The rough
fibers scratch your skin, you don't mind.   

      Light from the fire illuminates his lean muscular chest.  Broad
chest tapers down to a narrow waist.  Long brown hairs caress his
pectoralis.  You recall many a wonderful times just sliding your
fingers through the soft curls.  Those intimacies seem so far away
now. 

      "Are you warm?"  He asks rubbing his hands together.  A couple of
strides with his long legs and he is in front of you. 

      "Yes my love."  You look around the beautifully furnished town
house.  Deep earthy tones, and thick wood are the hallmark of its
rustic decor.  "How did you get this place?"

      "It belongs to a friend."

      "Jedi contacts I suppose."

      He nods.  You set the mug aside and stroke the tuft of whiskers on
his chin.  The brown hair is as soft as the tresses in his mane.  You
and he join in a kiss that sets your nerves afire and titillates your
loins.

      The master pulls away and curls up with you in the blanket.  You
find comfort and security in his strong arms.

      "We will be parents."  You say idly stroking his arms.

      "Mmmm...hmmm."  His hands touch the bare skin of your inner thigh.
They ease upward confidently exploring you.

      "Yoda foresaw this."  Your breath catches as Qui's finger eases
inside of you.

      "That does not surprise me."

      You smile wistfully, thinking of your son as a Jedi Knight just like
his father.  "He said I may visit our child any time." 

      "Really?"

      "Mmm..hmm.  The healer on Titan said I'm carrying a boy."

      Qui places his hand on your abdomen.  His breathing slows.  You can
feel him reaching out to his child via the Force.

      "I can not tell.  Though I am not as skilled as a Healer would be in
this area.  If the healer says you are carrying a boy, then that must
be so."

      Qui sips tea from your mug, "Do you want this child?"  There is a
hint of apprehension in his voice.

      "More than I can possibly describe in words."  You place his large
palm to your face.  Years of saber practice has taken its toll on his
calloused hands. 

      "Little one."  He hugs you firmly.



      Your body lays open to Qui's touch.  The master explores every inch
of your skin.  Kissing your mouth, your breasts, stomach and inner
thighs.  Fingers dive in and out of your sex causing your pelvis to
move in rhythm.  His warm mouth covers yours sealing your mouth to
his.  Your breaths are his breaths.  A skilled hand massages your
labia.  You moan into his mouth.

      The master's soft tongue delicately licks your nipples in between
nips and tugs.  You are so ready for him.

      "Master take me."

      He does not respond but merely parts your legs and licks your center
like a popsicle.  You groan loudly with it culminating into a wail as
he deftly fondles your clit with his tongue.

      Beads of sweat form on your forehead as you pant openly.  Qui kisses
you roughly and then pulls you down the bed.  He sheathes himself to
the root in one swift motion.  The bed creaks with every tiny thrust.


      You close your eyes and lift your hips squeezing him. 

      "Gods little one."  He grunts jerking his hips.  "Yes."

      He loves the tightness.  It always makes him come more quickly.  His
thrusts quicken.  Your bodies move in eager motion. 
      "I can not hold out."  Qui moans as your body shakes with each bone
jarring thrust.

      "Unngghh.."  His girth stretches you.  The master pauses to calm
himself then resumes.

      Powerful hips drive his thick long cock deep within you.  No other
man can give you such pleasure and pain at the same time.  His
strokes are slow and steady.  They drive you insane.

      "Please faster."  You wrap your arms and legs around him.  He sinks
deeply into you.      Qui's hips move minutely, his rigid tip taps your
cervix causing you to shriek softly.

      Feeling yourself climb, your hips buck driving quickly into you, "I
love you, please come."

      He tilts your pelvis changing the angle of penetration.  Qui's stiff
cock swells and rakes your sweet spot.  His hips move in circles as
you pant under him. 

      Move for move you match his thrusting.  Qui begins to growl as he
pounds you.  You stroke his sweat covered back and wrap your legs
around his hips sinking him even deeper.  He jerks into you suddenly
and swings his head back.  Hot semen gushes inside of you.  Feeling
him coating your insides you come immediately squeezing him.

      Qui groans in response to your milking him of his sperm.  His hips
pump once more.  The head board bangs against the wall.  You body
shakes.  He finishes.  Exhausted Qui collapses on top you.  Still
inside of you, he is asleep instantly.


      You gaze out the tiny kitchenette window observing the pouring rain.
Swallowing the last of the water, you place the glass in the sink.
Storm clouds have covered the night sky making the air cold and damp.
Folding your arms against Qui's tunic you make your way back to bed.

      Knock, Knock.  You stop at the door and frown. 

      "Who could that be?"  You mutter.  No one knows you are here.

      You debate whether to wake Qui-Gon but he is tired and you decide he
should rest.  Standing on the balls of your feet you peak through the
peep hole and just make out a figure.

      "Who is it?"  You frown leaning against the door.

      "Chana it is me.  Let me in."  The voice is muffled.

      You crack open the door and just make out Knight Ardeth Fey's face.
You open it fully and pull him in.  He is soaked.      


Chapter Two


      You hold Ardeth close.  His sopping wet body soaks your tunic.  He
turns inhaling your scent, savoring it even though you are cloaked in
Qui-Gon's musk.

      "The house is so dark and lonely."  Ardeth whispers in the crook of
your neck.  "It is nothing without my family."

      With teary eyes you guide him to the sofa and proceed to peel off
his wet clothing.  He sits down pulling you to him.  Mahogany eyes
stare at you saying so much.  You rake your hands through his wet
hair and kiss him. 

      Reluctantly you move away to pull his leather boots off his icy feet.
______________

      Raindrops tap at the window and logs crackle in the fireplace.
Ardeth tosses the damp towel aside and wraps his nude body in the
same blanket you wore earlier.  He sips hot tea studying your
movements as you hang up his wet cloths in front of the fireplace. 
      You feel his smoldering gaze.  You instinctively check your Bond.
It hums normally.  Is he shielding?  You decide not to guess. 
Ardeth will speak when he is ready.   

      He gets up and stokes the fireplace and lays the blanket on the
floor.  Ardeth clothed only in bronzed skin, lies down and pats the
blanket.

      "Chana."  He whispers

      You easily lay next to him.  Ardeth is on top of you instantly.
Your tunic is removed via the Force while he hungrily ravishes you.
He is forceful and brisk as he kisses you.  The knight repositions
himself and hungrily dives for your center.  You try not to yelp
knowing the master is resting in the other room.

      Ardeth curls your knees to your chest and devours you.  He comes up
for air briefly and then resumes.  Your lifemate gently lowers your
legs and nuzzles you nose to nose, kissing you delicately.  You taste
you and qui's essence in his mouth.  It arouses you even more.  The
steel rod that is his penis slides against your leg.

      His nose to yours; he whispers, "Don't ever go away again." 

      "Yes my love."

      Ardeth repositions himself spreading your legs.  He sheathes himself
in one stroke causing you to moan.  Long strokes become short as he
forcefully thrusts into you.

      Loudly you grunt feeling his powerful movements.  Solid muscle
presses you against the soft blanket.  Heavy panting and moans of
love saturate the air.  Your sex squeezes him, eliciting a snarl.  He
thrusts harshly in retaliation.

      Ardeth bends your knees splaying your legs outward.  One hand
supports his weight while another raises your hips, lifting you off
the ground just so.  Panting in unison, Ardeth guides you toward your
impending climax.

      You close your eyes and suppress a wail as his long slender cock
hits your sweet spot.

      "Don't...hold...back."  He manages in between thrusts. 

      You're eased on the floor as he sinks deeply in you.  All the way to
the root.  His hips move just so.

      "Gods!"  You nails dig into the flesh of his back. "Gnnnngghh.."

      "Unh...unh.." He grunts above you.  Powerful hips guide his
incredibly hard penis.

      With one hand, Ardeth pins your arms above your head.  Guided by his
powerful hips you feel his penis stroke your center.  Barely moving,
he gazes down at you.  Your eyes lock.  You moan feeling him come.
Grunting lightly, your life mate coats your insides with hot semen.
Again and again he comes filling your insides to capacity.  You puff
lightly taking in a full load.  You note that he only comes this much
when he hasn't sex in awhile.

      Ardeth relaxes nearly collapsing on you.  Leaning upward you two
kiss.

      "Mmmm."  You chuckle as he falls to the side. "That was a lot."

      "Yes,"  He says as his breathing returns to normal, "I know."

      "You realize I'm already pregnant."  You purr snuggling up to him.
A strong arm pins you to him.

      Ardeth smiles through lidded eyes, "Save some for later."

      Soon a gentle snore escapes his mouth.  He sleeps.  Fierce manly
features become sweet and boyish.  You kiss his cheek.

      "I love you."



      Sunlight cascades through shuttered windows.  Ardeth and Qui drink
their coffee planning the family's future.

      "The arrangements have been made on Titan?"  Qui-Gon asks Ardeth.

      "Yes,"  He nods slowly placing the mug on the table, "She should be
receiving orders soon for her return to base."

      "Where will she be assigned?"

      Ardeth frowns staring into the mug, "In the front office."

      "Good.  Good.  And that Commander of hers--  Xiloft?"

      "He has a strong will.  But eventually he acquiesced."  Ardeth sits
back on the sofa and unwinds, "He will be troublesome but not in the
foreseeable future."

      "Good." The master reclines in his chair and rubs his eyes, "Because
I don't want my son born here.  I just can't let that happen."
Shaking his head Qui-Gon sighs.

      Ardeth nods.  "Does she know of this place?"

      "No.  And she doesn't need to know.  They are not apart of my life
and they don't need to be apart of ours."

      "Understood.  So it is a boy?"

      The master nods and takes a sip of coffee, "Yes.  She went to a
healer on planet.  Apparently a very sensitive one, it was there she
learnt the gender."

      Ardeth stares off in the distance.  Qui notices and smiles.

      "Soon.  Soon my friend."

      "I don't know anymore."  Ardeth responds, "In the past year I have
seen so much.  To have a child born into this miasma..."  He shakes
his head and takes a drink.

      "Evil triumphs when the good stand by and do nothing."

      "And what of when the light fails to drive back the darkness?"

      "We keep fighting.  We are knights, it is our duty, our calling."
Blue eyes study the brown liquid in the cup, "I want so much for my
son and yet... I can imagine the horrors he'll face if he becomes a
knight."

      Ardeth sits forward, "Would you like to train him?"

      "I don't know.  Our bonding would be so close as to be dangerous."

      "You fear it will affect your judgment."

      "Perhaps."  Qui smirks, "but that is a long way off.  I'm sure your
parents will be happy however."

      "Very happy.  Especially grandma."
     
      "What time is it?"  You ask stretching in the doorway.  Your joints
crack and creak.

      "Early."  Qui responds.

      You kiss Ardeth tenderly and go to Qui.  He pulls you into his lap
and kisses you lightly.  Reaching for his mug, the master stops you.

      "It is bad for the baby."

      "Don't argue with me Qui, my stomach is doing loops."  You rest
against his outstretched arm.

      "No,"  He places the mug out of your reach, "I will prepare you a
proper meal."

      You nod with closed eyes.  "Did somebody mention grandma?"

Chapter Three


      Grandma Fey pats Qui-Gon's face, "You are such a good boy.  A
grandson."  She giggles, "I am pleased."

      "Thank you Grandma."  Qui nods.

      A female guest walks by speaking with Ardeth's younger brother
Uriel, "So she is bonded to both of them?  And he doesn't mind that
the other is fathering a child?"

      "No," Uri explains with an arm around her, "my brother will be the
father as well."

      "I do not understand."

      Uri grins, "Perhaps, we should go somewhere more private to discuss
this."

      Bohdan, caring a glass of ale, walks up to his wife; "Where are
they?"  He asks searching the crowd.

      "She left when the food came out."  Devishah answers while tending
to her guests.

      "Ah the sickness."  He nods and takes another swig of ale, "I
remember when you carried Ardeth...I nearly moved our bed into the
refresher."

      Devishah giggles and swats at him, "You should have carried that
boy."

      "But you were so good at it."  Bohdan grins and kisses his wife,
"Four times good."

      "Behave yourself."

      He kisses her cheek, "Tonight."



      Festive music flow out from the Fey household.  Ardeth's parents
Devishah and Bohdan have invited the entire village as well as his
siblings (who live off planet) to the celebration.  The party is in
honor of you and their first grandchild. 

      You stand on their front porch staring at the stars wishing you
could be near them.  Aromatic delicacies waft outside the house
making you sick.

      "In the silence," Ardeth embraces you from behind, "no one can hear
your screams."

      You turn and whine pitifully into his chest.  Ardeth chuckles and
kisses the top of your head.

      "I know you hate these things."

      "Is not a bit too soon to be doing all this?"  You gaze into his
eyes.

      "For whom?"  He gestures behind him, "A couple who see the promise
of another generation or for a young mother nervous about the future?"

      "I hate it when you get all jedi like."  You grin pulling him into a
kiss.

      "Hey baby it's me."  He hugs you laughing.

      You play with his tunic, "So..."

      "So?"  He strokes your hair, "What is on your mind?"

      "I guess this isn't exactly the best time to be asking you this but
are you all right?"

      "Me?"  Ardeth laughs, "I am not the one expecting."

      "No I mean, are we all right?"  You guide his hand to your stomach
where your son rests.

      Ardeth's expression softens.  He sits on the railing of the porch
and holds your hands.

      "I *will* love him because he is my own.  What we did at the Temple
was more than a fancy ceremony."  His palm rests on your abdomen,
"The three of us share a bond that is beyond definition.  Yes,
Qui-Gon is his biological father but I am his father as well.  He
will know no separation of affection between us."

      You nod vigorously, "Good."

      "Come here."  Ardeth kisses you. 

      "You two come inside," Bohdan calls from the doorway, "we're about
to cut the cake."

      Ardeth holds your hand and leads you back inside.



      The next day, yet again you stand behind a counter shuffling
datapads and paperwork as your team prepares for another mission.
Dressed in green camouflage and combat boots, (because of the base's
alert status) you don't feel too much like a bureaucrat.  All around
you vehicles are stocked, weapons are checked and supplies are
readied. 

      Because you're out of the loop, you don't even know where the team
is going.  It's classified.  The base's commanding officer, Commander
Troy Xiloft hurries by hardly giving you a look.  You continue
filling out a requisition form for more ammo when he passes by again
and stops in front of you.

      "Jinn, in my office now."

      You look up, "Yes sir."

      Xiloft sits backs in his chair placing his booted feet on the desk.
He watches you quietly still allowing you to stand at attention.

      "At ease Sargent."  Xiloft shift's forward, "How are you?"

      "Fine sir."  You clench your hands behind your back. 

      "As I recall, you were assigned to the quartermaster's office on
Malastare.  And now you're here."

      "Yes sir."

      Xiloft gestures as if to ask why or how?  You remain silent knowing
it is never good to volunteer information even if you don't have any.

      "How did this happen Sargent?"

      "I don't know sir."

      "Neither do I and that concerns me.  Everyday I make important
decisions that are for the good of the regiment and that of the
individual soldier such as yourself.  My decisions are made for good
reason."

      "Yes sir."

      "You've been in the Forces for almost ten years and you know how
things work."

      "Yes sir."

      "You're familiar with the necessity of the fighting soldier that is
ready to go at a moment's notice--  One that is good for the
republic, better for the Forces and great for his buddies."

      "Yes sir."

      "Then you must also know what your current military classification
is--"  He swivels his head and raises his pale eyebrows.

      "No. Sir." 

      "Well let me enlighten you,"  Xiloft circles around and sits on the
edge of his desk just across from you, "D-21.  That's stands for
medically disabled.  Yes you are considered DISABLED.  Which means
you are no good to us operationally.  You are out of commission not
only for the nine months of gestation but also for another three for
the mandatory maternity leave!"

      You stare at the wall gutting it out.  This was bound to happen.
Xiloft didn't have the best rep for compassion.  It was only a matter
of time before you felt the brunt.

      "THAT IS ONE YEAR!  YOU ARE OUT OF THE LOOP FOR ONE YEAR!"  He
stands towering over you, "Your team is out there putting it on the
line while you get to sit home and eat jova berries and watch the
holonet all day.  You are a drain on morale.  There's nothing that
takes the fighting spirit of out a soldier more quickly than a
pregnant woman.  ESPECIALLY A WOMAN WHO USE TO BE APART OF THE TEAM!
I sent you away for a reason and now you're back."

      Xiloft hisses inches away from your face, "Sgt. Fey-Jinn I want you
to be barely visible.  I don't want you in my sight.  You are gonna
be outta here so fast you're head'll spin and if I see you back here
I'll put you and that kid of yours in the brig.  Is that clear?"

      "Yes sir."

      "Now vacate my presence." He thunders.

      You stand at attention, do an about face and quickly exit the room.

__________________

      "Are you going to come inside?"  Ardeth asks behind you from the
back door.

      You stare at the desert sand, "Yea sure."

      Still in your cammies and combat boots, you dust the sand off
yourself before entering.  The aroma of freshly cooked food wafts in
from the kitchen where Qui is making dinner.

      Ardeth points to the dining room, "The table is already set." 
      You go wash your hands and sit at the table as Qui-Gon places a
delicious meal before you.

      "Eat all of it.  It's very nutritious."  He says in his master tone.

      "Yes but is it any good?"  Ardeth jokes.

      "I'll have you know,"  Qui says sitting down, "My last padawan
enjoyed my cooking."

      "You're last padawan had no choice."  Ardeth snickers digging into
the food. 

      You serve yourself placing a little on your plate.  They notice you
are not joining in on the fun as you eat quietly.

      "Tough day."  Qui asks.  Though you are not looking at him, you know
the look he is giving you.

      "No more than usual."  You smile briefly and take a big bite of meat
to keep from talking.

      Qui and Ardeth begin probing your conscience.  You feel them digging
into your feelings, feelings that are getting harder and harder to
shield because of the child growing inside of you.

      "What did he say this time?"  Ardeth snaps.

      "Nothing important."

      Qui slams his fork down, "I don't want to play this game.  Just tell
me."

      "He says he sent me away for a reason.  And he's gonna send me away
again."  You gulp your water.

      Ardeth's expression intensifies, "Where."

      "I don't know he didn't say.  He just wants me out of his sight.
Because a pregnant woman is a drain on morale."

      Qui closes his eyes and Ardeth hops up from the table.

Chapter Four

      "He has no concept of what it means to be a real man."  Qui says
calmly.  Through your bond you try to sense his true emotions.  He
shields them from you.

      You continue rubbing moisturizer onto your freshly shaved legs.  It
is a bitch-in-a-half to do but you do it for their sake.  They find
smooth legs pleasurable.  You like pleasing them, which is why you
also semi-shave your mound.

      "I will not have that man dictating the life of my household."
Ardeth growls entering the bedroom drying himself with a towel.  He
took his shower in the spare refresher.

      "I've been doing this a long time--" You begin

      "And I've been doing it longer. He does not know what he's talking
about."  Qui snaps.

      "There is nothing we can do.  I don't even know why I was sent back
here in the first place.  But whoever screwed up in the front office
should have cleared it with Xiloft first."  You take a deep breathe,
"He'll probably send me to Hoth."

      Ardeth tenses glances at Qui-Gon and finishes drying himself off.
He tosses the towel aside and climbs into bed next to you laying atop
the sheets.

      "I doubt that seriously."  The Master adds drying his long hair.

      "Do you want me to comb it for you?" 

      "No."  He answers sourly.

      You glance at the chrono.  It's still early and you're not tired.
You stroll over to the Master and lean your head against his back.
Your arms curve around his waist.

      Kissing him, you purr, "I don't want to fight."  Your hands cup his
heavy penis and sac.  You give it a little squeeze.  He groans with
pleasure.

      "I love you Qui."

      He pivots around to face you.  Qui caresses your face, "I love you
too."

      His kiss is brisk and all tongue.  Qui's hand grips your hair as his
tongue delves into your mouth.  You welcome him eagerly.
Your hands stroke his stiffening penis.  It elongates with each pulse
of your hand.   

      You nip at the succulent flesh of his lower abs nearing his nether
region.  Heat already emanates from it as blood rushes there swelling
his luscious cock.  You part his legs and explore his heavy sac with
your mouth and tongue.  The master moans in wonderful agony.

      Quickly you take his penis into your mouth before it's girth gets
too wide.  You form your mouth into hollow moving slowly back and
forth.  Qui moans loudly along with Ardeth.  Their minds are linked
sharing the pleasure.

      You grasp his firm cock at the root causing the master to gasp and
Ardeth to swear.  You sneak a glance at your other lover who lays
prone on the bed stroking his elongated penis.  It already weeps
fluid begging for release. 

      Your tongue flicks the tip of the Master's increasingly wet organ.
A trail of moisture attaches itself to your tongue.  You suck it
willingly.

      The master begins muttering in Titanese.  His hips move back and
forth guided by the pressure of your gripping hand.  You engulf the
swollen organ and take it deeply within your mouth.

      Your mouth and tongue firmly stroke him.  Quickening the pace and
squeezing hard, he thrusts into your mouth.  Suddenly the Master
tenses.

      Qui-Gon yelps.  You pull back and allow him to come on your lips and
chin.  More creamy fluid spurts from him.  Opening your mouth you
suck him dry.

      He pulls you into a searing kiss smearing his semen on your chin and
his.  You pull away with a hiss and climb onto the bed where Ardeth
lays with his eyes closed and legs spread.  His cock is so hard it
curves toward his chest.  Slowly he strokes it.

      You mount and engulf his organ in your wet sheathe.  His hips buck
into you as you sink.  You and Ardeth writhe together, whimpering.
Heavy panting saturates the air.

      Ardeth grips your hips and thrusts upward powerfully.  He spears
you, causing tiny tendrils of pain.  You lean backwards and then
forwards riding him.  Feeling yourself climb, you wail loudly.  Your
vaginal muscles spasm as your orgasm overtakes you.

      You slam into him jerking his buried cock.

      "Gods."  Ardeth yells and spurts come inside you.

      "Yes baby. Oooo."  You coo as his hot sticky come coats your vaginal
walls.

      He holds your hips still and pumps.  They slow and then stop.  You
both relax panting.  You lean forward and kiss him.  Before you can
move, Qui pulls you off of and away from Ardeth.  He places you on
your back.

      The master rubs your belly.  You smile lovingly at the man whose
child grows within you.  He mouths silently, "I love you."  You say
back just as silent, "I love you." 

      Your hands explore his firm chest.  You moan as he slowly sinks
inside of you extending your narrow opening.  Slowly the master fucks
you.

      //You are so wet.//  Qui projects to you.

      You open your legs wider, inviting more of him into you.  He sinks
to the root and stays there.  You feel the fullness of his presence
inside of your body.  Clinging to his broad back you whimper, knowing
and loving the man.

      Long strokes become short as Qui's pace quickens.

      "Take me Qui.  Harder please."

      Your lover acquiesces pounding into you.  You revel in each bone
jarring thrust.  The power of this man!

      Soon his growls and moans fill the room.

      "Gods..." He struggles with his words, "Not long.." thrust, "Now.."

      His cock rams your mercilessly.  Your muscles clench.  You shriek
and arch your back.  His body crushes you. You and he are separated
only by the rising and falling of his hips.

      Qui's body jerks and then stiffens.  You feel his hot sperm gushing
into you mixing with Ardeth's.  You grunt at the tightness as your
vagina is filled with more seed. 

      Fatigued muscles within your mound begin to ache.  Qui rests upon
you, in you. 

      "I need her."  Ardeth snarls though their is no hostility in the
tone.

      Qui moves aside.  Ardeth mounts you.  You readily accept him though
you're sore.  Their seed leaks from you.  Stickiness coats the inside
of your legs.

      "Do you know how much I need you, love you?"  Mahogany eyes peer at
you.

      You nod knowing he loves you so. 

      "No you don't."  He shakes his head, "because you doubt me."

      You shake your head. 

      He nods in response, "Yes, I know you do.  But now I will show you
how much I love you."

      Before you can say a word.  Ardeth penetrates you quickly.  His
strokes are short and deep.  You grunt in unison with him.  He grasps
your thigh and grinds your hips into him.  His cock taps at your
cervix and scours the walls inside you.

      Wails and moans escape your mouth as you writhe in wanton abandon.
Your knees are curled to your chest.  Ardeth thrusts sharply, causing
your eyes to roll.  Through the dense sticky liquid, he manages to
find friction. 

      Ardeth exits you fully and then plunges deep.  You scream his name.
Your hands grip the sheets.  He continues with long strokes.  You
climax and clench him on the downward plunge.  Swearing in titanese
he pulls out of you and grabs your thighs.

      The knight straightens and rams you with tiny thrusts.  Slowing, he
explodes inside you.  Qui engulfs your mouth in a deep kiss
swallowing your screams which turns to moans as semen oozes out of
you.  Ardeth empties himself inside of you.  Finished, his slackened
penis slides out of you.  Sated, full and exhausted you nod off.


      Ardeth guides Chana under the covers.  With her back to him, he hugs
her wrapping his leg around her possessively.  Knowing he has
satisfied her, the knight relaxes.  The lights go out.  Qui settles
in the bed next to Chana as Ardeth strokes her soaked mound. 

      Deep breaths escape her sleeping body.  He kisses the top of her
head.

   //Shall I talk to him again?// He intones to Qui-Gon.

      Qui-Gon strokes Chana's sleeping face.  He plants a delicate kiss on
her lips.

      "No, " He says aloud, "I'll handle him personally."

--tbc
--my-gin-gone