Wounded Soul
Author: Lanna C email: dewlannaa@hotmail.com
Archive: ok
Disclaimer: All characters except Tsalia Kai are borrowed
and will be returned unharmed.
Pairing: Q/f
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sequel to Sparks, Rival, Darkness, Second
Thoughts etc. Qui-Gon deals with a difficult
mission.
Feedback: "You may fire when ready."
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Qui-Gon Jinn lay in his bunk aboard the Amity III, staring
at the ceiling. He and Obi-Wan were on their way back to
Coruscant, having just completed what the Jedi Council
deemed a "very successful mission".
Even though they had acheived their main objective, Qui-
Gon felt the mission was anything but successful. He was
haunted by the devastating emotions that had assaulted
him through the force as the citizens of the planet Ploar
participated in their annual Reduction Ritual. At times like
these he was greatful that Obi-Wan did not yet have a
strong connection to the Living Force. He hoped the young
man would never have to experience anything like this.
Qui-Gon reached out with the Force to check on his
apprentice. He was relieved to sense Obi-Wan sleeping
deeply in the next cabin. The effort of keeping his grief
hidden from his padawan was wearing the jedi master
down.
Qui-Gon sighed wearily. He was exhausted yet sleep
eluded him. In his mind he relived the waves of fear,
pain and anger that had bombarded him during the Ritual.
It had taken him three days to get the Reduction halted.
Three days that would forever plague his heart and soul.
If only the Jedi Council had seen fit to supply him with the
details surrounding the Ploarian Reduction Ritual then the
Ritual might never have taken place! The jedi master
called on the force to help him calm the rising anger he
felt toward the council members.
If only Lia were here, he thought. She alone had the
ability to soothe his wounded soul. How he longed
to hear her sweet voice and to lose himself in her bright
blue eyes. Tomorrow, he told himself, tomorrow they
would be together again.
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Tsalia Kai stood in the shadow of the Jedi Temple,
anxiously awaiting the arrival of the Amity III. The landing
platform before her stood empty except for a couple of
techs also waiting for the Republic Cruiser's return. She
had never met Qui-Gon's ship when he returned from a
mission before, but this time she felt compelled to do so.
Finally a ship descended from the roaring traffic lanes
above, touching down on the landing pad with hardly a
sound. Lia shivered as the wind pulled at her hair and
clothes. A ramp slid down to meet the pavement as two
figures emerged at the top. Lia's heart pounded in her
chest as Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan started down. She
fought back the urge to run to Qui-Gon, forcing herself
to wait for him to reach her position on his way inside
the Temple. She would never do anything to hurt his
standing with the council, and throwing herself at him
out in the open would probably not sit well with them.
Qui-Gon must have sensed her presence for he looked
into the shadows where she waited. Along their newly
formed link she felt deep sorrow emanating from the
man she loved. Lia moved out of the darkness to stand
at the Temple entrance.
Upon seeing Lia, Obi-Wan sprinted ahead of his master,
gave her a quick hug in greeting and hurried inside to
get a meal in the dining hall.
With Obi-Wan gone and the techs out of sight, Lia felt
free to go to Qui-Gon.
"Lia!" He cried, taking her in a smothering embrace.
"What has happened?" She asked as his sadness
threatened to overwhelm her.
"Not here."
Pulling reluctantly away, Lia took the jedi master by
the hand and led him inside the Temple doors.
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Once inside Lia's quarters, Qui-Gon collapsed in a
heap on the sofa. Joining him, Lia saw for the first
time just how worn he looked. It pained her to see him
like this.
"Now tell me, Qui-Gon, what has happened?"
The tall Jedi leaned forward, elbows resting on
his knees as a ragged sigh escaped him. "It's too...
too..." he stammered.
"That does not matter," she said quietly, slipping
her arm under his. Was that a stifled sob she had
just heard? "Qui-Gon?"
"Th... their ch...children," he began, tears streamed
down his face, falling to the carpeted floor between
his feet. "They willingly gave their own children up to be
slaughtered."
There was nothing Lia could say to that. Qui-Gon was
crying in earnest now. She pulled him to her, holding
his head to her chest as he sobbed. She cried with
him in silence as he clung tightly to her.
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When he could cry no more, Lia had been able to coax
the exhausted Jedi master to bed. Qui-Gon felt ashamed
and yet relieved at the way he had broken down. Lia's
head rested on his chest. He could tell by her breathing
that she was not yet asleep. Would she think less of him
now? He searched her feelings and was relieved to sense
only love and concern. The warmth of her body and the
comfort she was projecting soon lulled him to sleep.
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Qui-Gon woke to find himself back on Ploar. Where
was Lia? Had she been a dream? Or was this the
dream? He was surrounded by Ploarians leading
their children to their deaths. He felt again the fear
and confusion of the thousands of boys and girls
being herded into Reduction facilities. He tried to
grab some of the children as they passed, but each
time they slipped out of his arms.
Obi-Wan was at his side now, but he seemed different.
He was younger. He must have been about thirteen.
The boy walked away from him with the others.
"Obi-Wan stay here!" He ordered, gripping his apprentice
by the arm.
"I have to go, Master. It is my duty." Obi-Wan pulled loose
and disappeared in the crowd of people.
"Obi-Wan!" He shouted, pushing his way through the
throng, frantically searching for his padawan. "Obi-Wan!"
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"Qui-Gon, Qui-Gon wake up," Lia urged, gently shaking
his shoulders.
The Jedi master woke with a start, "Where's Obi-Wan?"
He panted, sweat beaded on his forehead.
"You were having a bad dream, Obi-Wan is probably
sound asleep right now."
Qui-Gon closed his eyes searching for the young man's
presence. Obi-Wan was sleeping in their quarters.
"Okay?" Lia asked.
Qui-Gon nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow, "It
seemed so real, but I should have known it was a dream
because Obi-Wan was thirteen again."
"That's the way it is with dreams. There is no logic to
them. Tell me what it was about."
He pulled her closer as he explained to her what had
happened in his dream.
When he had finished she asked, "These Reduction
facilities, are they where the children were killed?"
"Yes," he answered coldly, "When I realized what was
going on the city elders invited me to tour one of the
facilities. They boasted about the efficiency of their
population control system. The Ploarian Reduction
Ritual lasts twenty-eight days, there are seventeen
facilities around the planet, each accepting one hundred
children every hour for Reduction. They were proud
to tell me all that remained of those chosen for
Reduction was a small pile of dust, which they had
discovered was beneficial when worked into the
soil."
Lia felt ill at hearing his answer. "The adults just let
their children be taken?"
Qui-Gon sighed deeply before answering. "In most
cases they deliver their children themselves. They are
brought up believing it a great honor to sacrifice an
offspring for the good of the planet."
She had never known Qui-Gon to be so distressed
about a mission before. He rarely spoke of them. She
knew he had seen many horrible things in his work
as a Jedi. The deaths of those children had hit him hard.
She could still feel the pain it caused him. There was
something else there too though. Anger. It was somewhat
shadowed by his pain, but she could feel it burning
strong nonetheless.
Lifting her head from his chest, she stated, "There's
something you're not telling me."
He was surprised by the question, thinking he had
kept his anger hidden. Now he wondered whether
he had been able to hide his feelings from Obi-Wan.
The young man gave no sign that he had sensed
anything. Lia's pretty features were tinged with concern.
He moved a stray curl form her face, tucking it behind
an ear. She knew everything else, he might as well
tell her this too. "The Council kept the information of
the Reduction Ritual from us. We went in to help them
form a new population control system. I found out
about the Ritual after I sensed the deaths of the first
groups."
"But why..."
"I've been asking myself that same question," he
said, "In the morning I will ask them."
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"We have just received word from the High Elder
that the med team arrived on Ploar last night and
have already begun administering Ovustem to the
women of child bearing age. The Council is pleased
with your handling of this situation, May the Force Be
with You, Qui-Gon Jinn." Mace Windu said at the
completion of their mission report. He made a small
hand gesture as he finished speaking, excusing
them from the chamber.
Obi-Wan bowed and turned to leave, stopping when
he noticed his master's still rigid stance in the center
of the ring of Council members.
"More to say, have you, Master Qui-Gon?" Yoda asked
from his place beside Windu.
Qui-Gon's arms remained folded inside the sleeves of
his robe as he made a slight bow of respect to the Council.
Speaking with Lia last night and meditating this morning
had helped to soothe his anger. "With your permission
my Master, I would ask the Council why information
regarding the Ploarian Reduction Ritual was not included
in our mission briefing or in the background material we
studied enroute?"
Mace Windu sat up straight in his chair, glancing at Master
Yoda as if conferring with the wisened Jedi.
It was Ki Adi Mundi who broke the silence, "If, Master Qui-Gon,
you had had that knowledge, how might you have proceded
differently?"
He turned to address the Council member, "I cannot say for
certain, however had we been provided with all available
information, the lives of many innocent victims might have
been saved."
"The Council believed your objectivity might be in question
had you possessed such knowledge," Mace Windu added
bluntly. He saw no reason not to give the man an honest
answer, it is what he himself would want.
"I see," he said shortly. He bowed to the Council, readying
to leave, then stopped himself short calmly adding,"I believe
it is the Council's objectivity that is questionable here. The
withholding of information precludes objectivity in any situation."
Bowing again, he strode from the Council chamber, a stunned
Obi-Wan at his heels.
"That went better than expected," Mace Windu said after
Qui-Gon had left.
"Master Jinn may lose faith in the Council if this matter is
not rectified," said Adi Gallia.
"I agree," added Plo Koon, "The Order cannot afford to
lose a knight such as Qui-Gon Jinn."
"I do not think it will come to that," Mace Windu said.
"See to Qui-Gon, I will," stated Yoda quietly.
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"You sent for me, my master?" Qui-Gon bowed before
the tiny Jedi. The two of them were alone in the Council
Chamber. The tall man guessed he was there to be
reprimanded for his words to the Council the day before.
His padawan had not approved of his actions yesterday.
Obi-Wan's adherence to the Code rivaled even Mace
Windu's.
"Feel your pain and anger over this mission, I do," the
elder master began, "unfortunate so many innocent
lives were lost. Split the Council was on the issue of
disclosing the Ritual information. Happen again it will
not."
"Thank you, Master."
"Sabbatical, you will take now. Lessen the emotional
tidal waves you experience since your time on Ploar,
it will."
"Forgive me Master, but how could taking a vacation
do that?"
"Sending you to Myrkr, we are. Remember it well, you
should."
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Qui-Gon entered the ship's lounge to find Master Yoda
and Obi-Wan perched on chairs and Lia seated on a
sofa. He stood in the doorway watching Lia as she spoke
with the two Jedi. She wore an emerald dress with matching
leggings and boots. Her outfit made her usually blue eyes
appear green. The dress fit close, hugging her curves in
all the right places. Her brown hair was down, falling in
gentle waves over her shoulders and down her back. He
was awed by her simple beauty. He knew he wasn't the
only one who felt this way, Obi-Wan hung on her every
word. The two had been close friends for a long time he
knew, but he felt stronger feelings and desires stirring in
his apprentice. Lia caught his eye and smiled. He tried to
subdue his growing erection as he joined her on the sofa.
He draped his arm over her shoulder as she leaned into
him. Her scent was intoxicating. He crossed one leg over
the other in an attempt to tame his heated member. He
sensed Lia's amusement at his predicament as she rested
a hand on his thigh. She's going to be the death of me, he
thought.
"Qui-Gon," Lia began with a mischievous grin, "Master
Yoda mentioned that you have been to Myrkr before."
"It was long ago, I barely remember it," he said uncomfortably.
"Not so long ago, I think," added Master Yoda. "Learned to
mind his master that trip, he did."
"What happened?" Obi-Wan asked.
"What know you of the planet, Padawan?"
"I know the metallic content in the trees make sensors
useless there and that there are creatures there that push
back the Force, making it impossible to tap into on the
planet and in the surrounding atmosphere."
"They are the ysalamiri, furry snake like creatures who live
in the trees." Qui-Gon helped.
"Know either of you of vornskrs?" The old master asked
to which Lia and Obi-Wan both shook their heads in the
negative. "Vicious, long legged quadrupeds, powerful
jaws with sharp teeth and a poisoness whiplike tail, it
has."
Lia could sense Qui-Gon's unease at this conversation.
"Sounds nasty," Obi-Wan said, also sensing his master's
discomfort, but anxious for a rare glimpse at his past.
"Roam the forests of the undeveloped lands, hunting by
night, mostly sleeping by day they do. Avoid people they
will, except for those with elevated midichlorian levels.
Hunt and attack Force users even in daytime they will.
Savage beasts!" The small master shuddered as he
spoke.
Obi-Wan and Lia listened intently as he continued.
"Took my new padawan there to acquaint ourselves
with each other. A skinny nine year old boy he was.
Thought he knew better than his old master, he did.
Went over the mountain down into the forest below,
followed him, I did. Did not need the Force to sense
defiance in him. Found him trying to fight off a pack
of vornskrs with his lightsaber. Killed two of the beasts,
he did, wounded others. Nearly got us both killed that
day didn't you my Padawan."
"Yes Master." Qui-Gon replied.
"How did you get away?" Lia asked.
"Worked back to back as a team we did. Killed more
than twenty of the monsters, wounding them slowed
them not at all. Blood loss and the battle weakened
my apprentice, carried him up and over the mountain
to our cabin, I did. A mess he was." Yoda sighed then
added quietly to Qui-Gon, "Still nearly lost you I did, when
fever and infection set in."
"Yes Master." Qui-Gon endured.
"And still carry a scar on my ear I do!" The small Jedi
added.
Silence filled the lounge as the master's story occupied
their thoughts. Qui-Gon wished to be elsewhere as he
sensed some of Obi-Wan's "I never did anything that
bad" thoughts.
A chime sounded, signalling the ships planetary descent
and all four strapped themselves in. Moments later they
were inside the Forceless bubble that surrounded Myrkr.
For the second time in his life Qui-Gon felt the Force taken
from him. It was an eerie feeling, almost like having a heavy
blanket thrown over him, dulling his senses. He studied the
others for their reactions. Master Yoda did not appear to be
effected at all, though the tiny Jedi had been here many times.
Obi-Wan had turned very pale. Qui-Gon remembered well
his first time here and knew some of what the young man
was feeling. Lia was looking at him with big eyes. He grabbed
her hand, squeezing it reassuringly.
"That queeziness and unease you feel passes, Obi-Wan,"
Qui-Gon said. "In any case you will be away from here
shortly."
Obi-Wan was glad of it too. He had been somewhat
disappointed when Master Yoda had asked him to
accompany him to Alderaan, but now he couldn't wait
to distance himself from this place.
Although she had a high midichlorian count, Lia's parents
had not allowed her to be trained in the Jedi arts, the look on
poor Obi-Wan's face made her almost glad of that now. The
only effect she felt was the loss of her link with Qui-Gon. That
left an emptiness in her mind where his presence had been
and a sadness in her heart.
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The sun was setting when Qui-Gon and Lia reached the
cabin. The ship carrying Yoda and Obi-Wan on to Alderaan
roared off into space. They would return for them in a week or
so on their way back to Coruscant.
"There's no power here, I'm afraid." Qui-Gon said, lighting a
lamp.
"It will be an adventure." Lia said taking in their surroundings.
The cabin contained a good sized open kitchen and living
area, furnished with a heavy wood table, two chairs and a
large sofa made of soft animal hide of some sort. A large
fireplace stood at the living end of the room near the sofa.
Lia walked through a door that shared the wall with the
fireplace into a cozy bedroom. The fireplace opened in
here too, allowing the heat to fill both areas. A large bed
nearly filled the room. It had a dark wooden frame with
large head and foot boards and tall posts at the four corners.
The mattress looked thick and plush. She had never seen
anything like it. It looked so inviting. A soft light entered the
room behind her.
"What do you think?" he asked, hanging a lamp on the wall.
"It's wonderful!" She gasped. "Where's the fresher?"
"Follow me," he took her hand leading her back through
the other room, well lit by lamps now, to a small door in the
back corner of the kitchen area. He opened the door revealing
a small building not more that fifteen meters from the cabin.
"Oh no, is that what I think it is?"
"Complete with pit and scrubworms," he chuckled closing
the door.
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Lia stood in the bedroom watching the fire burn brightly in
the fireplace. She was transfixed by the dancing flames as
Qui-Gon strode up behind her. He rested his large hands
on her shoulders as he spoke. "It will take some time for
the heat to spread throughout the cabin."
"I'm not cold," she said still gazing into the fire.
"Then why do you shiver?"
"I don't know," she answered, turning to face him.
He rested his hands on her small waist, searching her
eyes the reason. "I think you feel the loss of the Force
more than you realize. Your body will adjust soon."
He pulled her into his arms, holding her tight. She
rested her head on his chest, his body heat seeped
into her, soothing and relaxing her. He began stroking
her hair with his fingers.
"Have I told you how lovely you look today?"
She felt the rumbling of his chest as he spoke. His voice
was low and silky, almost intoxicating. She looked up
into the bright blue of his eyes, watching them sparkle as
she ran her palm over the length of his clothed organ.
"Maybe you should show me instead," she smiled, palming
him again.
He made quick work of her clothes and boots, leaving them
in a green heap on the floor. He whimpered as he kissed
her bare shoulder, hands roaming eagerly.
Lia twined her fingers in his soft hair, directing his lips to
hers. They shared a tender kiss as the Jedi master took
her naked form in his arms. He carried her to the bed in two
strides, depositing her gently. She lay back on the mattress,
pulling Qui-Gon down with her.
Reclaiming his mouth in a sensuous kiss, Lia slid her
tongue between his parted lips, trailing it across his teeth.
As their kiss grew more intense, Qui-Gon latched on to one
of Lia's breasts kneeding the soft mound with a large hand.
The young woman worked furiously to release him from his
Jedi garb, but made little progress. Sensing her growing
frustration, Qui-Gon rose from the bed and quickly shed his
clothing. He returned to her breasts, taking a hard nipple
in his mouth.
Lia laced her fingers in his now loose hair, moaning softly
and arching her back into him as he took a nipple between
his teeth. Her whole body trembled with desire.
Qui-Gon released his grip on her nipple to gaze at her
body. It tore at his control to see the way she wanted him.
She ran her foot along the inside of his thigh, then slid it
up the underside of his throbbing erection. She reached
up to him, watching him with lust clouded eyes that pleaded
for release.
He lowered himself over her, settling between her spread
thighs. He covered her mouth, jaw and neck with kisses
and nibbles as he penetrated her wet opening. Lia moaned
in pleasure, gripping his shoulders for support and wrapping
her legs around his hips. Qui-Gon pushed steadily inside her,
focusing on his floundering control. She was so tight, if he
began thrusting before she had adjusted to him it would hurt
her. He sucked at her neck and shoulders as he continued
to enter, leaving deep purple marks on her skin. He would
never have believed the loss of the use of the Force would
be felt so strongly in this aspect of his life. Without it, his powerful
desire to pump was much more difficult to curb. Buried to the hilt
now, he waited for Lia's sign of readiness. There it was, he
knew it so well now, the arching of her back, the tilt of her hips.
Renewed excitement coursed through his body as he began
his rythmic slide in and out of her velvety opening. He would
have to work to keep his release from coming too soon.
Lia clutched at Qui-Gon's back, now slippery with sweat, as
he moved deliciously inside her body. Her body tensed as
the sweet friction she felt brought her closer to the edge. He
pumped harder now, crashing into her cervix. She shouted
as the pleasure/pain sensation grew. He seamed larger than
ever tonight. She gasped for breath as air was forced from
her lungs with each powerful thrust. Her shouts mingled with
his low moans as he continued to drive into her. Lia's body
went rigid as she rode her orgasm to it's peak. She cried in
ecstasy as her vaginal muscles squeezed his engorged shaft
reflexively. Two more intense thrusts and Qui-Gon joined
her, roaring in climactic bliss. His hot ejaculate warmed the
inside of her spasming body and she pulled her lover's spent
body on top of her. His size made breathing difficult, but she
clung to him just the same.
They shared some tender words and kisses before he
rolled onto his back taking her with him. Lia lay atop his
long muscular body, her head resting under his bearded
chin. The Jedi master pulled the bottom of the thick comforter
over them and soon began to doze.
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Bright sunlight shone in the bedroom when Qui-Gon woke
the next morning. Lia still lay sleeping in his arms. He
thought of their lovemaking the night before and smiled.
They had spent the night at the end of the bed where
they had made love, not even waking to move up under
the covers. It was then that Qui-Gon realized that he had
slept through the night for the first time since the nightmare
on Ploar had begun. He had had no dreams of the children
marching to their deaths or of Obi-Wan joining them. Even
the waves of emotional turmoil he had felt from the children
had stopped assaulting him. He still remembered their
pain and fear, and was saddened by it, but it no longer
washed over and engulfed him. Might it return when they
left this Force free planet? He would have to wait and see,
for now he intended to enjoy himself.
"Good morning my love," he said cheerily to Lia when she
popped her head up off his chest to look at him.
She answered him with a kiss and a smile, noticing that
the dark circles that had been under his eyes since his
return from Ploar where nearly gone now. "Morning."
"I have something I want to show you after breakfast," he
mentioned, lazily stretching his long arms.
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The sun was high overhead as they walked arm in arm
up a rocky slope just past the outdoor toilet, which to Lia's
surprise was not as bad as she feared. At Qui-Gon's
insistance, they had dressed only in fresher robes and
sandals.
"Just a bit further," Qui-Gon said, picking up speed in
anticipation.
Lia felt it before she saw it. Heat rose from the rocky
ground, billowing up the inside of her robe. She was
about to comment when they came to a stop on a
plateau made of solid rock. Steam rose from a clear
pool just ahead of them. "Oh my!"
"It's a hot spring!" He said, slipping off his robe and
stepping gingerly into the hot water. He held out his
hand to her, "Come on in."
She laughed, flinging off her robe as she hurried to
take his outstretched hand.
Qui-Gon pulled her close, taking her in his arms he
said, "I've been wanting to share this with you ever
since Master Yoda said he was sending me here."
"It's wonderful!" She beamed, resting her hands on
his naked buttocks. His growing arousal pressed
against her stomach.
His expression turned serious for a moment as his
hand travelled over the purple marks he had made
on her neck and shoulder the night before. He could
see a couple of places where his teeth had broken
the skin. He was horrified by his lack of control. "I'm
sorry..."
"Shhhh," Lia placed her fingers over his lips to stop
him from speaking, "Don't be sorry, I'm not." The
worry in his face was painful to see. "You don't know
how I needed you last night. The loss of our mental
link made me feel cold and alone. I was desparate
for you."
"Oh Lia," he squeezed her tight holding her head
to his chest.
"Anyway," she added trying to ease his concern,
"have you had a good look at your back?"
Qui-Gon's mood lightened again and the two of them
swam in the pool of steamy water, splashing and teasing
each other.
Later as Qui-Gon sat against the rock wall of the pool
relaxing, Lia moved silently through the water, coming
to a stop between the Jedi's long legs. The water was
shallow here. The head of his penis floated above the
water line, moving with the ripples in the pool.
Qui-Gon watched with interest as she got to her knees
between his spread legs. Water poured from her dark
hair, running down her naked body. The sunlight glistened
on her wet skin as she ran her hands up his thighs. He
watched her gaze travel with her hands as they moved
over his hips and up to his chest. He watched breathless
as she leaned forward to flick his nipples with the tip of her
tongue.
The tip was well out of the water and rising still as Lia
pulled back. She slid her hands slowly along the inside
of his thighs now, stopping at the juncture to cup the heavy
sack there.
"Mmmmm," he sighed, watching as she gently squeezed.
Releasing her handful she turned her attention to the stiff
member rising above. Lia grasped it with her left hand and
leaning down took the thick head between her lips. His
moans filled the air around them as she slid her lips down
to the water's edge and back again.
Qui-Gon gripped the pool's ledge behind him as she began
to suck harder. The urge to thrust up into her mouth was
incredible, causing him to tighten his hold on the ledge.
At the taste of his pre ejaculate, Lia released her hold
on him. Wanting to feel his heat inside of her, she straddled
his lap and eased herself onto his ready organ. Her hands
rested on his shoulders for support, her eyes closed until
he was buried to the hilt inside her.
She opened her eyes as she began to ride him. He
watched the fire in her blue eyes as she brought him
closer to climax. His hands roamed her body as she
continued her rythmic slide up and down his hard penis.
Lia began to pant as she picked up speed, water
splashing them each time she impacted against his hips.
Qui-Gon moaned loudly as her vaginal muscles tighten
around him. He latched onto her breasts, squeezing them
hard as he felt himself burst inside her. Lia cried out as her
orgasm followed his.
"You are a wanton woman," he said after she had
collapsed on his chest and he had regained his breath.
Lia lifted her head up to look him in the eye. "It's you
that makes me this way, Qui-Gon Jinn, " she said smiling.
He laughed pulling her into him for a passionate kiss.
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The next few days were spent in talk and love making.
With no one around and no responsibilities, save the
chopping of wood for the fireplace, Lia and Qui-Gon
made love wherever and whenever they felt like it. Inside
or out, night or day. Qui-Gon felt like a horny teen again,
and Lia delighted in teasing him with a seductive touch
or a revealing outfit.
She watched appreciatively as he stacked the wood he
had just chopped, near the fireplace. His hair was wet
with sweat and his chest gleamed with it. Pants were the
only clothing he wore, even his feet were bare. He reeked
of sexual energy and Lia smiled at the pictures that formed
in her head.
Qui-Gon caught her gaze and smiled, noticing the hard
nipples that pressed into the loose shirt she wore. It was
white and sleeveless with straps so thin they hardly seemed
strong enough to hold the shirt. A thought occured to him as
he imagined slipping those tiny straps off of her bare shoulders.
He hurried into the bedroom and returned carrying two
lightsabers, one was his the other was the one Lia used
in the Temple training room against Obi-Wan. He tossed it to
her and she caught it, surprised. "Master Yoda sent that along
for you," he explained, "he probably thought I would go down
looking for vornskrs again. Want to get in some practice?"
They both knew she was no match for him, so what was he
up to, she wondered. The naughty gleem in his eyes sent
a thrill of excitement through her.
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The landing field was the only area nearby that was level
enough and clear enough for sparring. The damp grass was
warm on Lia's feet as she set the energy level of her saber
to it's lowest setting. She retied the drawstring of her baggy
pants, her mind working furiously to come up with a strategy
to use against him.
They bowed to each other, lit their saber's and began. Qui-Gon
watched in amusement as Lia stared at him, trying to decipher
his objective.
Lia decided her only option was to relax and imagine she
were sparring with Obi-Wan back at the Temple. She lunged
at his right, his left and then left again. He easily blocked all
three blows. She jumped high, slicing down at him. He took
a step back, out of the reach of her lightsaber. As she landed
Qui-Gon struck, slicing through the strap on her left shoulder.
Her skin was untouched but her shirt now hung askew, leaving
her left breast almost totally exposed. His naughty gleem was
back as he surveyed the damage.
So this was his game! "Very funny!" She said in mock anger.
"I thought so," he laughed.
Well I can play too, thought Lia. She made as if to strike, then
shut down her laser sword and took off running.
Qui-Gon watched in surprise as she ran from him, laughing.
She may have been small but she was quick. He powered
down his saber and gave chase.
She headed for the far side of the field, running as fast as she
could but he still gained on her. She looked back, screaming in
fun as he drew closer still. Then her foot slipped in the wet grass
and she went down. A second later Qui-Gon landed on top of
her, turning her on her back.
The two lovers laughed and panted, rolling in the grass. They
a heated kiss, their tongues dancing feverishly together. Qui-Gon
reached between them, untying the string that held Lia's pants
up. She raised her hips allowing him to slide the pants past
her mound of dark curls. His fingers delved into her wet folds,
probing and twisting inside her. She moaned into his mouth, her
hands lost in his silky mane. He released her mouth, latching on
to the taut nipple that peaked over the top of her shirt. He sucked
and licked and bit at the exposed nipple, salty with sweat. He ran
his bearded chin across the wet peak and she moaned again,
arching her back in delight. His fingers were covered in her juices
as he moved three of them in and out of her. His mouth traveled
down her torso leaving a trail of kisses and nips behind. He slid
her pants the rest of the way off so that he could settle between her
smooth thighs.
Lia's body quivered as she watched Qui-Gon spread her legs.
His eyes clouded with lust as he dipped his head between her
legs. He took her clitoris in his mouth, sucking and teasing it
with his tongue. She cried, thrusting her hips up into his face. She
was beginning to come.
"Come for me Lia," he called, his voice hoarse with desire, "I
want to taste you." He moved a thumb to her clitoris stroking it
quickly as he assaulted her opening with his mouth. She shrieked,
twisting her fingers tighter in his hair as her orgasm overwhelmed
her. He pushed his tongue inside of her as far as it would go, lapping
up the sweet juices that flowed in time with her vaginal contractions.
He ate voraciously at her until her flow subsided. Then in one
swift movement he had released his throbbing organ from his pants
and entered her slick opening, pumping furiously.
Lia wrapped her legs tightly around his middle, pulling him deeper
inside. He roared as his release came quickly. The taste of her
climax had eaten away all of his control.
They lay entwined together in the grass, sharing gentle caresses
and kisses when a dull roar sounded overhead. It did not register
to them in their spent state until it became a loud roar and cast a
shadow over them.
"They've returned for us." Qui-Gon said, jumping to his feet and
fastening up his pants.
The ship approached quickly. It would land between them and
the cabin in seconds. Qui-Gon helped Lia to her feet. She hopped
into her pants, knotting the string around her waist while he tied
the shoulder straps of her shirt together. She couldn't help but
laugh at their predicament.
The transport hissed loudly as it settled onto the landing field.
Lia shook out bits of grass from her hair as they grabbed their
lightsabers from the ground and hurried to meet the ship.
"Maybe nobody will get off," she said hopefully.
They would not be that lucky for at that moment the ramp
slid out of the far side of the ship and the sound of footsteps
could be plainly heard.
Qui-Gon put his arm around Lia's shoulder as they crossed in
front of the ship. Master Yoda and Obi-Wan were at the bottom
of the ramp. He whispered in her ear as they neared the two
Jedi, "Don't turn your back to anyone, the back of your shirt is
covered in grass stains."
Lia felt her face redden at his words but her embarrassment
was quickly replaced by shock as two more people emerged
from the ship.
"Oh no," she gasped quietly, "my parents!"
END