TITLE: A Night to Surrender
AUTHOR: Moonscribe moonscribe56@hotmail.com
RATING: NC-17 for sexual situations
TIME: A few years before the events of The Phantom Menace
TYPE: Erotica
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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
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SUMMARY: While on a trade mission for the Jedi Council, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon
teach a young woman about control and surrender.
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Part One
Elyssa Keyon glared at her soon to be ex-lover, Miquon Torii. First, she
thought, she would break up with him, then kill him. However, when Miquon
cackled even louder at the expense of the two visiting Jedi, Elyssa decided
no, she would kill him first, then break up with him.
She glanced over to where Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi sat at the dinner
table. Both still wore the same serene expressions they’d had on their faces
all through Miquon’s rude and impolite mockery of them and their beliefs.
Elyssa clenched her fists. She couldn’t believe the way Miquon was acting.
As she stared at him, his mouth gaping so wide she could see all of his long
white teeth, she wondered for the umpteenth time that evening what she had
ever seen in him.
“Now come, come Master Jedi,” Miquon said in his, Elyssa suddenly realized,
insufferably silky voice. “You’re not saying this Force,” and he delicately
sniffed, “permeates everything?”
Miquon then lifted his hand---which Elyssa also noted was terribly small and
frail for a man; nothing at all like the big, strong hands she’d observed on
Master Jinn---and languidly waved it about him.
“Yes,” Qui-Gon replied quietly. “That is exactly what I‘m saying. The Force
binds the universe together.”
Miquon scoffed, his green eyes bright with skepticism. He leaned over and
whispered something to Lady Milina and the over-dressed cow had the nerve to
burst out laughing, bits of food spewing from her chasm of a mouth.
Elyssa took a deep breath. She’d had enough.
She rose from her seat at the table. Miquon stared at her, his thin lips
forming a startled o-shape. He looked, Elyssa thought with revulsion,
exactly like a Falaxian milkfish.
Elyssa turned to the two Jedi.
“Please, excuse me, gentlemen.”
The older one, Qui-Gon, nodded, then looked deep into her eyes. His were a
warm dark blue which reminded Elyssa of the Ixonian Sea. She was surprised
to see a small smile on his lips and, for a moment, as the two gazed at each
other, Elyssa felt as if they had just shared some intimate secret.
She then glanced over at his apprentice. Obi-Wan’s eyes were a lighter color
then his master’s, but just as compelling. Elyssa suddenly wished she could
dive into those eyes and never again have to surface to the world of land
and sky.
She quickly shook her head to dismiss the feeling and moved away from the
table, her evening gown swishing about her legs as she walked stiffly from
the dining hall. The restaurant bar should be open by now and Elyssa
desperately needed a drink. Maybe she’d even get drunk.
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The Ixonian bartend pursed his lipless mouth as he poured more Corellian
bourbon into Elyssa’s glass.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” he asked, his three bulbous eyes
staring disapprovingly at her.
Elyssa shook her head, then wished she had not. She frowned at the Ixonian.
“If you’d had the kind of evening I’ve had, you wouldn’t ask such a
question.”
The bartend shrugged, finished pouring, then moved down to the end of the
bar to wait on other customers.
Elyssa picked up her glass and sipped at the bourbon. Actually, the bartend
was right. She’d had enough. More than enough. She wasn’t as drunk as she
wanted to be but, as her dear departed dad used to say, she was also feeling
no pain.
She set the glass down and sighed. Whatever had possessed her to take this
assignment as guide to the Jedi? Not that she regretted having been in
their company the past few days. Both were polite, kind and thoughtful and
had listened attentively as she’d shown them around the capital. No,
everything had been fine until tonight’s dinner.
Elyssa picked up her glass and took another sip. She glanced around the
restaurant bar. Because the Jedi were the guests of the Consortium, the
multi-planetary company Elyssa worked for, having come to Secundus on a
trade mission for the Jedi Council, her boss had decided to hold a dinner in
their honor at the prestigious Jovian restaurant, one of the finest and most
exclusive dining places on Secundus.
He also invited some of the other top management employees, including Miquon
and the obnoxious Lady Milina. Then her boss had suddenly been called away
for an important business meeting on Primus, leaving the hosting of the
dinner to Elyssa.
When Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan arrived at the restaurant for the formal dinner
dressed, as they had been all week, in their modest Jedi attire of robe,
tunic and pants, Miquon immediately started in on them. He asked them if
they’d had some problems with their tailors, or perhaps, their laundry and
that was why they had neglected to dress for the occasion. Lady Milina, whom
Elyssa knew had her eye on Miquon, had snickered.
Qui-Gon, however, had responded in a calm, quiet voice that no, neither he
nor Obi-Wan had experienced any trouble with their laundry or tailors. As a
matter of fact, he had went on in the same measured tone, he and Obi-Wan did
all their own mending of their clothing.
Miquon and Lady Milina had burst out laughing, Miquon insisting the Jedi
surely was jesting.
Elyssa turned away from the room and stared at the wall-length mirror behind
the barstand. A woman with hazel eyes which were too big for her small
face, dressed in a blue-shimmer evening gown, looked back at her from the
mirror. Long auburn hair, which in the sun had hints of red in it, flowed
over her bare shoulders.
Elyssa tilted her head and the woman in the mirror did the same. Elyssa then
stuck out her tongue. The mirror woman mimicked her.
“Is that a Secundian custom you neglected to acquaint us with, Mistress
Keyon? Making faces at oneself in a mirror?”
Elyssa jumped and turned around. Qui-Gon stood a few feet away from her.
He smiled at the expression on her face.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said as he walked over.
“No, that’s all right.” Elyssa laughed self-consciously. “I guess I must
have looked pretty silly.”
Qui-Gon sat on the empty stool next to her.
“Not at all. You have, if I may be so bold to say, a most lovely tongue.”
Elyssa’s heart skipped at his words. She looked hard at the Jedi. If he had
been other than what he was, she would have thought he was flirting with
her. But, from what little she did know of the Jedi they were supposedly a
celibate order. Yet, as Qui-Gon continued to gaze back at her, there was
something teasing in his eyes.
Elyssa tore her gaze away from him. She couldn’t deny he was terribly
attractive. As was that equally good-looking apprentice of his. She looked
around. Obi-Wan was usually at Qui-Gon’s side, a mostly silent shadow, but
now he was nowhere to be seen.
“Where’s your apprentice, Master Jinn?”
“Obi-Wan? Taking a walk outside. It got a bit, shall we say, close in the
dining hall.”
Elyssa shook her head. “No, not close, Master Jinn. Suffocating.”
She then put her hand over his.
“I want to apologize for the way my colleagues acted tonight,” she said
softly. “It was rude and uncalled for and I assure you my boss will hear of
it first thing in the morning.”
Qui-Gon placed his hand over Elyssa’s and squeezed it.
“It was nothing, Mistress Keyon. Please forget it.”
“Forget it? I can’t forget it. I’ve never been so embarrassed in all my
life.”
Then Elyssa noted her hand was still clasped between Qui-Gon’s. Her own
seemed to disappear between them. She gently pulled it away. Elyssa wasn’t
sure if it was her imagination, but it felt as if he had slowly caressed her
fingers as she slid her hand away.
She picked up her glass. She took another sip of her drink, then stared at
her and Qui-Gon’s reflections in the mirror.
“There are some things which can not be controlled, Mistress Keyon,”
Qui-Gon’s mirror image said to her. “The behavior of others is one of them.”
Elyssa was about to dispute that but, suddenly realized he was right. She
sighed deeply and put down her glass.
“Yes, but you would think adults would have better control over themselves,
Master Jinn.”
“Please, call me Qui-Gon.”
Elyssa looked over at him. He smiled. She smiled back.
“All right, but only if you call me Elyssa.”
He inclined his head. “One thing we Jedi know, Elyssa, is that the idea of
control is a matter of perspective and, when it comes to control, such
perspectives are more often erroneous.”
“What do you mean?”
Qui-Gon looked down at her, his gaze piercing.
“The key is not control, Elyssa, but surrender.”
“Surrender?”
Qui-Gon nodded. “To let go of that which can not be controlled or should
not be controlled. To release, to trust. Not only others, but oneself.”
“Is that part of your Jedi martial training? Surrender?”
Qui-Gon moved slightly closer to her.
“It is a part of that. Among other things,” he said, his voice like warm
honey.
Elyssa looked up into those remarkable blue eyes and a delicious shudder
thrummed through her. Again, her instincts told her the Jedi was flirting
with her, but as she looked at his monkish clothing, she once again doubted
it.
“Tell me more about this idea of surrender,” she said.
Qui-Gon placed his hands on the bar. His left hand, Elyssa noted, was very
close to hers.
“When someone pushes you, instead of pushing back, you pull. When they
pull, you push. You let them waste their energy trying to direct you. Then,
when their strength is spent, you move them in the direction you wish to
go.”
“And that is a Jedi technique?”
Qui-Gon nodded. “We teach it to our initiates, but it is a principle that
can be applied to life itself.”
“It sounds intriguing, Qui-Gon, but it’s something I couldn’t imagine doing.
I have to be in control, you see. All the time. The idea of letting go,
surrendering....” She shook her head. “I don’t think I could.”
Qui-Gon stared down into her eyes. “You’d be surprised at what you’re
capable of, Elyssa.”
Elyssa felt her heart thump hard for, once again, she sensed Qui-Gon was
suggesting more than he was saying. However, before they could continue
their conversation, she heard Miquon’s voice.
She looked towards the bar‘s entrance. Miquon, along with Lady Milina and
the other management employees, were walking in. When Miquon saw her
sitting at the barstand, his eyes widened. He moved towards her.
Elyssa stood from the bar stool. She touched Qui-Gon’s arm.
“Excuse me, please, Master---I mean, Qui-Gon,” she said quickly.
She walked over and met Miquon halfway.
“What do you want?” she asked, her voice tight.
Miquon’s eyes grew even larger as he caught the smell of alcohol on her
breath.
“You’re drunk, Elyssa.”
“Really, Miquon. How terribly perceptive you are.”
Miquon grabbed her arm. Elyssa jerked it away.
“Don’t touch me!”
Miquon looked around, his expression one of embarrassment.
“Elyssa, you’re making a scene.”
“_I’m_ making a scene,” she cried out. “And what do you call that little
performance of yours during dinner. How dare you and that cow insult my
guests.”
“Your guests? I thought they were guests of the Consortium.”
Elyssa leaned close to Miquon. She waved her finger in his face.
“Lissen to me,” she said, her voice slightly slurred. “We’re through. Do
you hear? Through.”
Miquon drew back, his eyes like hard green marbles. He grabbed Elyssa’s arm
again, but this time he dragged her from the bar, past the wide-eyed Lady
Milina and out the restaurant door.
As soon as they were outside, Elyssa jerked away from Miquon.
“What’s gotten into you?” he asked, his voice hard.
“It’s not what’s gotten into me. It’s what’s gotten out of me. You. It’s
over between us.”
Miquon brandished his hand angrily back at the restaurant.
“Because of what happened at dinner? Gods, Elyssa, I was just having fun
with those Jedi.”
“Fun? You call that fun? I call it rude, childish behavior. The way you
and the rest of my so-called colleagues acted. Especially that cow Lady
Milina. It was embarrassing.”
“Come on, Elyssa, you have to admit those Jedi are a bit strange. Walking
around in those dreary robes. And those awful haircuts.” Miquon grimaced.
“And all that spooky talk about the Force. It gave me the creeps.”
Elyssa leaned close to Miquon, her eyes boring into his.
“You,” and she poked him hard in the chest, “give me the creeps.”
Miquon was about to say more, but Elyssa heard Lady Milina’s high-pitched
snort of a laugh. She turned around.
Lady Milina and the rest of the management attendees spilled out of the
restaurant. They stopped when they say Elyssa and Miquon.
Lady Milina then waddled over to them. She glanced briefly at Elyssa, then
touched Miquon on the arm.
“We’re going to Falan’s for drinks,” she said.
Miquon looked hard at Elyssa.
“Well, are you coming?”
Elyssa lifted her head and glared at them both.
“No, I’m most certainly not coming.”
Miquon was about to say something, but Lady Milina tugged on his arm.
“Come on, Miquon,” she said, pouting. “Leave her here if she wants to be an
old party poop.”
Miquon stared at Elyssa for a long moment. Then he slipped his arm about
Lady Milina‘s fleshy shoulders.
“I’ll be by tomorrow to pick up my things.”
Lady Milina beamed at Miquon’s words and gave Elyssa a haughty look of
triumph.
Elyssa snorted. Lady Milina was welcome to him. Maybe she could find some
pleasure from that unimpressive piece of flesh dangling between his legs.
Elyssa certainly hadn’t.
“Don’t bother,” Elyssa said. “I’ll have your stuff shipped over.”
Miquon shrugged. Then he and Lady Milina walked over to where the rest of
their party were piling into a number of droid-rickshaws. Soon they were
gone and Elyssa was alone on the empty street in front of the restaurant.
She took a deep breath and looked around. Because she lived outside the
capital, she was staying in a hotel while she acted as guide to the Jedi.
The hotel was several blocks away. Miquon and his group had taken all the
droid-rickshaws which had been stationed in front of the restaurant.
Elyssa supposed she could wait for one of the rickshaws to return, but all
she wanted to do was to slip between the satin sheets of that emperor-sized
bed in her penthouse suite. Too bad she’d be sleeping in it alone. What a
waste.
Just as Elyssa was about to start walking to the hotel, she heard someone
come up behind her.
She turned around, her eyes wide.
It was Qui-Gon, accompanied by Obi-Wan. The two of them were coming from the
back of the restaurant where Elyssa knew there were gardens. That was
probably where the young Jedi had been walking.
“I seem to be always startling you, Elyssa,” Qui-Gon said with a wide smile.
Elyssa shrugged, then smiled. “You move like a ghost, Master Jedi.”
Qui-Gon looked around him. “Have your friends gone?”
Elyssa sniffed. Friends, she thought scornfully. With friends like that, who
needed enemies.
“Yes, they’re gone. They went off to some party.”
“And you did not wish to attend the party?” Qui-Gon asked politely.
“No, I did not. Actually I was on my way to my hotel.”
Qui-Gon glanced around again. “Alone?”
“It’s not far.”
Qui-Gon shook his head as he and Obi-Wan moved closer.
“You should not walk the streets alone this time of night, Elyssa.”
“It’s all right, Qui-Gon. The capital is relatively safe.”
“Relatively,” Qui-Gon repeated. “Therefore, the streets are also relatively
dangerous. Obi-Wan and I will escort you to your hotel.”
Elyssa was about to protest it wasn’t necessary, but she suddenly realized
she wouldn’t mind some company.
She inclined her head in acceptance of Qui-Gon’s offer. The Jedi moved to
either side of her and the three made their way to Elyssa’s hotel.
Part Two
As they walked to the hotel, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan didn‘t say much, but Elyssa
noted they paid very close attention to their surroundings. She was
flattered they seemed to be taking their duties as her escorts so seriously.
And, having passed a number of somewhat shady-looking characters on the
streets, Elyssa was glad she hadn’t been stupid enough to try and reach her
hotel alone.
Once inside the lobby, which was empty except for a few employees, Elyssa
turned to thank the Jedi for escorting her.
However, before she could say a word, Qui-Gon took her by the arm and walked
her over to the elevators, Obi-Wan on the other side of her.
“I will rest easier knowing you have made it safely to your room,” Qui-Gon
murmured.
Elyssa looked up into the tall Jedi’s eyes. She saw only warm concern in
them. She nodded silently. The three entered the elevator.
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Elyssa fumbled with the plexcard key for her room. She couldn’t seem to get
it to slide in correctly. She laughed a little.
Qui-Gon reached over and took it from her. His hand was very warm on hers.
He slid it into the door’s slot. It hissed open.
Elyssa stepped into the suite. It was dark except for the lights shining
through the huge windows from the towers and skyscrapes of the capital. She
noted Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had followed her inside. The door slid closed
behind them.
Elyssa walked to the center of the room and whispered for the lights to come
on. They rose slowly, but not too brightly. Just enough for her to make out
the furniture in the large sitting room.
She turned to Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan.
“Thank you for escorting me.”
Qui-Gon nodded. “The honor was ours, Elyssa”
Elyssa looked around. It was late and she was a little tired, but she
supposed she should offer them something for their trouble.
She walked over to the suite’s mini bar. She pressed opened the cold box,
leaned over and peered into it.
“Would either of you care for something to drink? There’s kola, chala and
some Alderaanan tea.”
“No, thank you, Elyssa,” Qui-Gon replied.
Elyssa reached in and took out a shock-cold bottle of kola. She pinched it
open and drank it quickly. It was cold and bracing as it went down her
parched throat. She’d forgotten how thirsty alcohol made one.
She turned back to Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon.
“Won’t you sit down?”
They both sat on the couch. Elyssa walked over and sat in the chair next to
them. She kicked off her heeled slippers and folded her legs beneath her
gown. It rustled softly as she adjusted herself. She was still feeling
slightly woozy from the alcohol, but the kola she had just drank would soon
take care of that. She looked over at the Jedi.
“I want to again apologize for the behavior of my colleagues tonight.”
“And again,” Qui-Gon said, “do not let it concern you, Elyssa. It was of no
matter.”
Elyssa shook her head. “It most certainly was of matter. Our company is
trying to obtain a contract with your Order. You were sent here to evaluate
us. Based upon what happened tonight, I wouldn’t blame you if you chose to
report that it wouldn’t be wise to negotiate with us.”
“On the contrary,” Qui-Gon said. “When Obi-Wan and I return to Coruscant
tomorrow, we’re going to recommend that the Council open negotiations with
the Consortium.”
Elyssa’s eyes widened. “Really?”
Qui-Gon nodded. “You have been a most positive representative of your
company.”
Elyssa blushed and looked down. “Thank you.”
“However, I hope your relationship with your lover was not jeopardized
because of us,” Qui-Gon went on.
Elyssa glanced up sharply at the Jedi. He gazed back at her, his eyes full
of concern.
Elyssa shook her head. “My relationship, as you call it, was already in
jeopardy, Qui-Gon. Long before you came. It‘s now over.”
Qui-Gon leaned forward. “It pains me to see you in distress, Elyssa.”
“Thank you, Qui-Gon.” She sighed heavily. “Miquon and I....” She stopped
for a moment.
“It was never really right between us,” she went on. “Even from the
beginning.” And, she thought sardonically, he’d also been the worst lover
she’d ever had. Missionary position or nothing and the few times she’d
taken him into her mouth, she’d hated every second of it.
Elyssa arched her eyebrow and looked hard at the Jedi. The walk over to the
hotel in the brisk night air had cleared her head and the stimulant in the
kola had pretty much sobered her up, but she was still feeling somewhat
frisky and the last time she’d had any sex had been two weeks ago.
Her lips quirked as she recalled that dry, joyless humping. Miquon, like
always, had come quickly, his thin-hipped body shuddering above hers. And
she, like always, had not. He had then fallen to her side and immediately
gone to sleep. Like always.
Elyssa sighed heavily and, as she gazed over at Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, she
couldn’t help but wonder what they would be like in bed. They were both so
attractive and, though Elyssa couldn’t discern much regarding their bodies
from underneath all that clothing they wore, it was obvious Qui-Gon was a
powerfully built man and his apprentice, though not as tall and broad as his
master, possessed of an alluring cat-like strength and grace.
Elyssa slightly shook her head. It was ironic. Here she was, in a luxurious
penthouse suite with the biggest bed she’d ever seen in her life just steps
away, sitting with two very attractive and no doubt extremely virile men.
However, regrettably, the two were also Jedi and, as far as Elyssa knew, not
interested in matters of the flesh. Oh, well. As her dad used to say, such
was life.
Elyssa stood, her gown rustling about her. She was on her way to get another
kola when, as she walked past the couch, she stumbled slightly.
Qui-Gon quickly stood, grabbing her arm to keep her from falling.
At the touch of his hand on her skin, Elyssa gasped. She looked up into his
eyes and swallowed in a suddenly tight throat. Her heart began to race for
there was something in those deep blue eyes which made Elyssa think of soft
sighs and deep, heavy breathing.
Qui-Gon’s hand on her arm seemed to grow warmer. Then, before Elyssa knew
what she was doing, she reached over and slipped her hand inside his robe.
She ran it slowly over the front of his tunic, felt the hard muscles of his
chest beneath it.
Qui-Gon’s breath quickened slightly. Then Elyssa heard a soft clearing of a
throat. She started, suddenly remembering she and Qui-Gon were not alone.
She drew her hand away from him but, she noted, he still held on to her arm.
“Remember what we discussed in the bar,” Qui-Gon said softly. “About control
and surrender?”
Elyssa nodded.
He drew her closer to him. “Why do you not surrender, Elyssa?”
“What...what do you mean?” she stammered.
Qui-Gon tilted his head. “You want to know about us, don‘t you? You are
curious, correct?”
“Uh, I, well, yes, but...”
“We too would like to know you.”
“You would?” Elyssa squeaked.
Qui-Gon smiled. “Oh, yes. Obi-Wan and I have much discussed it.”
Elyssa looked over at the young Jedi as he stood next to Qui-Gon. He had
been quiet ever since he had appeared from behind the restaurant with his
master. She wondered if it was some protocol of their master/apprentice
relationship.
Obi-Wan smiled at her. “I speak, Elyssa. When I have something to say.”
Elyssa jumped. Were these Jedi also mind-readers?
Then, as Elyssa gazed back at them, she suddenly felt as if she were
standing on the precipice of some dangerously high mountain, sharp winds
tearing at her body, daring her to jump off and see if she could fly.
Then she thought about Miquon. Right now he was probably trying to burrow
that most unimpressive piece of his anatomy deep into Lady Milina’s more
than willing and bountiful flesh.
Elyssa lifted her chin and looked deep into Qui-Gon’s eyes.
“What do you have in mind?” she asked softly.
Qui-Gon looked at her for a moment. He released her arm, then removed his
robe and placed it on the couch. Obi-Wan did the same. Then both unclipped
their lightsabers and belts and laid them on their robes.
Qui-Gon turned back to Elyssa. He cupped her face with his large hands,
slowly caressing the line of her jaw, her cheeks, her lips. Then, gently, he
took her into his arms.
Elyssa closed her eyes as he moved his mouth onto hers. She lifted her arms
and slipped them around his neck, eagerly returning his kiss.
Usually, Elyssa didn’t like kissing men with beards, but she was more than
willing to make an exception in this case. And, as she soon discovered,
kissing a man with a mustache and beard had its own special tactile rewards.
As she and Qui-Gon kissed, Elyssa felt Obi-Wan move up behind her. He put
his hands on her hips and buried his face in her hair.
Elyssa moaned softly as Obi-Wan pressed himself against her back and, when
she realized she was firmly sandwiched between the two, a warm sensation
flooded through her pelvis.
As Qui-Gon continued to kiss her warmly, his lips intoxicatingly soft on
hers, Elyssa felt Obi-Wan searching through her hair for places upon which
to alight his kisses; his lips gliding across the side of her neck, the
slope of her shoulders, the skin of her back.
Then, Elyssa gasped against Qui-Gon’s mouth. There was a little spot, just
where her neck curved down into her right shoulder, that was probably one of
the most erogenous zones on her body.
One of Elyssa’s former lovers had inadvertently discovered it and was the
only one who knew how hot it made her when it was bit or sucked on and yet,
somehow, Obi-Wan had zeroed in on it. He nibbled softly at the spot, his
hands gripping her hips.
Elyssa moaned deeply against Qui-Gon’s mouth as the blood rushed through her
head.
Then, her heart skipping wildly, Elyssa felt both men hardening against her;
Qui-Gon against her pelvis, Obi-Wan against her rear. Thrilled by this,
Elyssa rocked her pelvis, rubbing slowly against their growing erections.
Both men groaned and, for a moment, Elyssa wondered if she had lost her
mind. What was she doing? Did she really know these men? Yes, they were
Jedi, the protectors and guardians of the Republic, but they were still men.
Would they harm her?
Suddenly, as if they had heard her thoughts, Qui-Gon pulled away from her
and Obi-Wan stepped back.
Elyssa looked up at Qui-Gon, her heart racing, her lips tingling from his
kiss.
Qui-Gon then reached down and stroked her cheek, his eyes grazing across the
bodice of her gown as her chest rose and feel from her rapid breathing.
“If you would rather not, Elyssa, it does not have to happen. Surrender does
not mean coercion,” he said softly.
Elyssa swallowed, then took a deep breath. It would be so easy to tell him
she’d rather not. Then he and Obi-Wan would leave, she would crawl into that
huge bed alone, wake up in the morning and go back to her dull, staid,
predictable life.
No, Elyssa decided firmly. For once in her life she was going to do
something which, a few hours ago, the very suggestion of would have left her
speechless with shock.
“I want to,” she whispered. “I do want to.”
Qui-Gon nodded. He took Elyssa by the elbow and guided her towards the
bedroom, Obi-Wan behind him.
Once they reached the huge bed, Qui-Gon placed his hands on Elyssa’s
shoulders and sat her on it. She shivered.
“Are you cold?” Qui-Gon asked.
Elyssa shook her head. Gazing down at her, Qui-Gon gently pushed her onto
the bed. He sat next to her and, reaching over, slowly eased down the
shoulders of her gown, uncovering her breasts.
He cupped them both, his thumbs gliding slowly over her nipples. Elyssa drew
in a sharp, quick breath.
Qui-Gon smiled. Then, slowly, methodically, he removed her clothing, handing
them to Obi-Wan who carefully folded them and placed them on the dresser.
Qui-Gon took his time, his hands gentle and soothing. And, as he revealed
more and more of her body, he would sometimes stop and caress the bare
flesh. Soon, Elyssa was lying totally naked on the bed.
Obi-Wan then walked over and sat on the other side of her and, Elyssa noted,
her throat tightening, he held two of her scarves.
Qui-Gon reached over and cupped one of Elyssa’s breasts, Obi-Wan the other.
Elyssa let out a small gasp as the two slowly fondled her. She bit her lip
and little whimpers escaped from her mouth.
“What do you think, Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon asked softly.
“Lovely, Master,” Obi-Wan whispered as he caressed Elyssa‘s breast. “Quite
lovely. So lush and full and round.”
He gently rubbed her nipple with the tip of his finger. It shivered erect at
his touch.
Obi-Wan smiled over at Qui-Gon. “I think she wants us, Master.”
Elyssa wasn’t entirely sure she cared for the two of them talking about her
in the third person, but as their hands stroked at her swelling breasts and
hardening nipples, she decided she didn’t care. They could talk about her in
the fifth person, if such a grammatical construction existed, as long as
they kept doing what they were doing. Elyssa licked her lips and arched her
back.
Then, suddenly, Qui-Gon took her arms and gently lifted them over her head.
He looked over at Obi-Wan.
Elyssa’s heart hitched in her chest as she watched Obi-Wan take the scarves
he was holding and reach over to tie her hands to the headboard. She drew
in a startled breath.
Obi-Wan stopped and glanced over at his master. Qui-Gon looked down at
Elyssa, his blue eyes warm.
“Don’t be afraid, Elyssa. We will not harm you.”
Elyssa shook her head, her throat tight.
“I’m not afraid,” she whispered. “But, why are you doing this?”
“Remember what we discussed earlier? About surrender?”
Elyssa nodded.
“The ability to let go, to trust?” Qui-Gon went on, his voice warm and
soothing. “Not only others, but yourself?”
“Yes, I remember.”
“It is a concept we teach initiates at a very young age.“
Elyssa’s eyes widened.
Qui-Gon laughed softly at her expression.
“No, not like this. But the underlying theme is the same. Trust. Will you
trust me, Elyssa?” He looked over at Obi-Wan. “Will you trust him?” Then he
looked deep into her eyes. “Will you trust yourself?”
Elyssa swallowed heavily as excitement surged through her veins. Yes, she
thought, this what she wanted, needed. To experience complete and total
surrender, to let go of all she had been taught regarding control and
restraint. For a long time Elyssa had sensed she was in a rut and her break
up tonight with Miquon was, she suspected, symptomatic of what had become a
general malaise regarding her life.
She looked back at Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon. Maybe they could help her break
free of the mental and emotional fetters she now knew were slowly
suffocating her.
“Yes, go on,” Elyssa said.
Qui-Gon smiled. He slowly stroked her cheek, his fingers brushing across her
lips.
He nodded to Obi-Wan who finished tying her hands. Elyssa trembled. She
was now completely and utterly at their mercy.
Part Three
Elyssa was now tied to an emperor-sized bed in a hotel suite in the capital
city of Secundus. Two men sat on either side of her, a Jedi Master and his
apprentice, their eyes thoughtful and serene as they gazed down at her.
Elyssa wondered if the two ever lost control, surrendered all that Jedi
tranquility and unruffled serenity to their baser natures. They had sat
through Miquon’s jeering calmly enough.
“You are certain about this, Elyssa?” Qui-Gon asked.
Elyssa looked up at him, her heart in the throat. No, she wasn’t entirely
certain about this, but she also wasn’t about to back down. After the way
they had touched her, she was eager to experience more.
“Yes, I’m certain. But...” Then she stopped, not sure how to phrase her
question.
“You’re wondering how it is that we as Jedi, who are generally known as
being above such things as the pursuit of fleshly pleasures, can now be
engaging in such behavior with you,” Qui-Gon said, a faint smile on his
lips.
Elyssa stared at him, again wondering if he and Obi-Wan were mind-readers
for that was exactly what she had been thinking.
Obi-Wan leaned over and looked deep into Elyssa’s eyes. She was again
struck by how beautiful his were.
“My master is considered something of a rebel within the Jedi Order,” he
said. “Unlike most, he believes that sexual pleasure, if done with
reflection and reverence, is a most important aspect of the Living Force.”
“The Living Force?”
Obi-Wan glanced over at Qui-Gon who nodded for him to go on.
“The Living Force is the manifestation of the Force in everything that is
alive,” Obi-Wan went on. “The Force binds the universe together; therefore
it exists in all things; animate and inanimate.”
Elyssa nodded. She had no idea what Obi-Wan was talking about, but she did
like hearing him say it in that achingly beautiful voice of his.
“We could spend all night discussing the Living Force,” Qui-Gon said, “but
what Obi-Wan and I must know is do you wish to proceed? Again, we will not
force you.”
“Yes. I do.”
“Good. I don’t think you will regret it, Elyssa” Qui-Gon said with a fiery
twinkle in his eye.
He then reached over and stroked her right nipple as Obi-Wan massaged the
left. Elyssa arched her back and whimpered. She twisted against the bed, but
her hands were securely bound to the headboard. Obi-Wan had not tied the
scarves tight, but it was enough that Elyssa couldn’t free her hands on her
own.
Closing her eyes, Elyssa moaned softly as the two continued their patient,
heated fondling of her breasts. When she felt one of them lower his mouth
onto her breast, she sighed deeply. At first she wasn’t sure who it was, but
when she felt the beard rubbing against her skin, she knew it was Qui-Gon.
He slowly licked her nipple with his warm tongue. Then, lifting his mouth
slightly, he gently blew his breath across it.
“See, Obi-Wan,” Elyssa heard Qui-Gon say. “Notice the response, how quickly
the nipple hardens. The contrast between the warmth of the mouth, followed
by the coolness of the breath, is quite stimulating. Now, you try.”
“Yes, Master.”
Again, Elyssa felt she should say something to the two of them about the way
they were talking about her. She wasn’t some lab experiment, for goddess
sake.
However, when Obi-Wan took her breast into his mouth, slid his tongue over
her nipple, then softly blew across it as his master instructed, Elyssa
didn’t care if they wanted to write a doctoral dissertation on her sexual
responses, as long as they kept pleasuring her in this way.
Then Elyssa felt them move away from her. She was tempted to open her eyes;
however, keeping them closed added to the thrill of what was happening to
her. Then she realized both were removing their clothes. She let herself
breathe softly in the darkness behind her eyes as she listened to the
rustling sounds about her.
After a moment, Elyssa suddenly felt both their mouths on her body. She
shuddered, cried out softly, her eyes snapping open.
Both men were lying naked on either side of her in the huge bed. Elyssa
drew in a sharp, pleased breath. As she had hoped, both had beautiful,
well-toned bodies.
She wriggled in her bonds as she watched Qui-Gon slowly kiss her up her
side, around the curve of her breast, along her arm and over to where her
hand was bound to the bed.
Obi-Wan, meanwhile, kissed her down the other side; along her hip, her
thigh, her calf and down to her toes. Then both Jedi moved in the opposite
directions; Qui-Gon down her body, Obi-Wan up. And for long sweet moments
they kissed her entire body, their mouths moist and warm on her skin.
“Oh, don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” Elyssa gasped. “It feels so good. So
good.”
And it did. It felt incredibly good, especially since it wasn’t just one man
kissing her body in this way, which would have been wonderful in and of
itself. No, it was two men and, from the way both kissed her, she sensed
they were not exactly novices at this.
But they’re Jedi, Elyssa thought her breath quickening; they’re supposed to
be above such instincts. Or so she had believed. Obviously she had been
wrong.
As they continued to kiss her body, sometimes one or both would nip at some
especially tender part of her; the underside of her breast, the curve of her
neck, the sensitive inner skin of her thigh as they made their slow and
tortuous way about her. Obi-Wan, in particular, would often return to that
hot spot in the curve of her neck he had discovered and bite softly at it.
But, Elyssa soon noticed, both also went out of their way to avoid her now
aching mound.
One or the other’s mouth would move excruciatingly close to it and Elyssa’s
pelvis would surge when they did so, but neither touched it. This caused her
to be especially aware of that part of her body and the heat building inside
soon became an inferno which she longed for one, or both, to quench.
“Please,” she softly begged. “There, kiss me there.”
The two men ignored her as they continued to move over her body. Then
Qui-Gon slid next to her ear.
“Patience, Elyssa,” he whispered.
Elyssa nodded. Qui-Gon kissed her gently on the cheek. Meanwhile, Obi-Wan
slipped himself up Elyssa’s body and moved his soft warm lips over hers.
Sighing, Elyssa opened her mouth and Obi-Wan quickly thrust his tongue into
it.
Elyssa moaned. Then she felt someone’s hand--Qui-Gon‘s, she guessed, because
it was a very big hand--slide down her stomach to her mound. The hand slowly
stroked her, the fingers tangling through the short hair.
Elyssa whimpered against Obi-Wan’s mouth. The younger Jedi kissed her
harder, his tongue pumping into her mouth, his lips full on hers.
Then, when Elyssa felt Qui-Gon slip his fingers inside her, she cried out
against Obi-Wan’s mouth, her hands twisting in her bounds.
Qui-Gon, his fingers now pulsing inside her, lowered his head over her
breast. He sucked eagerly at it, his tongue whisking over the aching peak,
his fingers stroking deep and hard inside the warmth between her legs.
Elyssa moaned deeply against Obi-Wan’s mouth and, at the sound, he filed
hers with his twisting tongue.
Then, Elyssa felt Qui-Gon slowly moving his fingers out of her. He slid them
up to her clit and began to work it with a care and precision which showed
he was more than just a master of the Force.
As Qui-Gon did this, Obi-Wan, who was still kissing Elyssa, slid his hand
down her stomach and onto her mound. He slipped two of his fingers inside
her, taking over where his master had left off.
Elyssa groaned as the young Jedi’s fingers curled deep inside her and found
her special spot. He slowly rubbed it. Her hips jolted sharply against the
bed, her breath quick and strangled, for the pleasure which was rising
inside her was almost unbearable.
Suddenly, Obi-Wan pulled away from Elyssa’s mouth. He gazed down at her with
his beautiful jewel-like eyes, then slowly lowered his head and took her
other breast between his lips.
Elyssa shuddered violently. Now both men were sucking at her breasts even as
they continued to work away at her mound: Qui-Gon’s finger steadily rubbing
at her clit; Obi-Wan, his fingers even deeper inside her, stroking and
pulsing.
“Oh, gods! Oh, gods!!” Elyssa cried out.
She couldn’t believe what was happening. Elyssa wasn’t a virgin. She’d had
any number of lovers since she‘d left university but not once, not even with
Miquon, had she ever had an orgasm. And the one that was swelling inside her
was like some powerful storm, rising and peaking to a zenith of almost
unimaginable, agonizing delight. Elyssa’s body surged against the two Jedis’
hands and mouths, her bound wrists straining against the headboard.
Gods! She’d never imagined it would feel like this! Not in a million years.
The icy hot sweetness roiling in her womb was like sap rising through a
tree. It engorged her pelvis, bloomed outward like some dew-laden flower,
unfurled like vines of ecstasy throughout her trembling body.
She was going to come, Elyssa thought feverishly, it was finally going to
happen! She was going to come.
Her body quivered and quaked as the pressure in her pelvis mounted. Her
breath came raw, short and rough, her breasts swelled, the blood gushed like
lava beneath her tingling skin, her hips shuddered widely against the bed,
her arms strained against the scarves.
“Oh, gods! Oh gods!” Elyssa screamed. “Don‘t stop don‘t stop don‘t stop!”
At her words, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon lashed their tongues faster across her
aching nipples and stroked their fingers harder inside and over her
throbbing mound.
“Gods! Gods! GODS!”
Elyssa exploded.
The first orgasm was so mind-blowing Elyssa thought her heart was going to
burst from her chest. The second beyond anything she had ever imagined and
the third, the third nearly made her pass out. And, as she came again and
again, neither of the men let up on her. Both continued to stroke and rub
and suck at her writhing body.
Elyssa cried out again, her body on fire, her mind shattered, her soul
sundered. Her breath came harsh and deep and ragged as a succession of
orgasms ripped through her.
Finally, as her body subsided, both pulled away from her. Obi-Wan then
reached over and stroked the damp hair from her forehead.
“How do you feel?” he asked gently.
“I...” Elyssa swallowed, for she could hardly speak past the tightness in
the throat. “I feel.... I can’t even begin to describe.... It
was...simply...incredible,” she finished softly.
Obi-Wan smiled. He leaned down and kissed her. Then Elyssa felt Qui-Gon’s
lips on her cheek, his beard rubbing coarsely against her jaw.
When Obi-Wan released Elyssa’s mouth, Qui-Gon reached over, cupped her chin
and turned her face towards his. His eyes were as hot as his apprentices’.
“Excellent, Elyssa. And quite beautiful.”
“Beautiful?” Elyssa frowned. It couldn’t have been beautiful. All that
screaming and grunting and thrashing she’d been doing. Now that it was
over, she felt slightly embarrassed. She had been so out of control.
Qui-Gon smiled and rubbed at the crease on her brow.
“Yes, beautiful. Elyssa. There is nothing more beautiful than watching a
woman experience her first orgasm.”
Elyssa looked sharply at Qui-Gon.
“How did you know that was my first?”
Qui-Gon looked over at Obi-Wan. The two exchanged a look. Qui-Gon looked
back at Elyssa.
“We knew,” was all he said.
Then he leaned down and kissed her softly.
After he broke the kiss, he looked over at Obi-Wan and nodded. The younger
Jedi reached up to untie Elyssa from the bed.
“No, don’t,” she said.
Obi-Wan’s eyes widened. He looked over at his master.
Qui-Gon gazed intently at Elyssa. “Are you certain, Elyssa?”
Was she? Would they going to leave at this, neither demanding any
reciprocation on her part? None of her lovers had ever been so generous.
“No, I don’t wish to stop,” she said. “I want to please you as you have
pleased me.”
Qui-Gon looked over at Obi-Wan who tilted his head and smiled.
“But you have already pleased us, Elyssa,” Qui-Gon said as he turned back to
her. “To watch a woman surrender herself as you have done is a wondrous
thing to behold.”
Elyssa looked over at Obi-Wan. “Is that so?”
Obi-Wan nodded.
“Yes, Elyssa, it is the giving of pleasure which pleases,” he said in that
incredibly lovely voice of his.
“But, I would still like to....”
Qui-Gon pressed his finger against her lips. He then slowly lowered his head
and kissed her again. Elyssa’s heart lurched when she felt him slip his
tongue deep into her mouth.
She moaned. Qui-Gon’s tongue was longer than Obi-Wan‘s and he moved it
inside her mouth with a long, slow deliberateness.
Then he pulled away and Obi-Wan turned her towards him, covering her mouth
with his and, for long sweet moments, both Jedi took turns kissing her. And
while one would kiss her, the other would softly nuzzle her neck or
shoulder.
Finally, and much too soon for Elyssa, the two stopped kissing her.
Obi-Wan then slipped one of his arms under her shoulder and held her. He
moved his other arm across her body and wrapped his hand around one of her
breasts.
“You have the most beautiful breasts, Elyssa,” he sighed as he rubbed her
nipple. He then lowered his head to her other breast and began licking and
sucking it.
Elyssa’s breath caught in her throat.
Qui-Gon, meanwhile moved himself slowly down her body, lightly trailing
kisses down her stomach. When he reached her legs, he gently spread then
apart.
He then slid his head between her thighs, his long hair trailing across her
skin. Elyssa could feel his warm breath soughing against her mound and she
recalled his and Obi-Wan’s kissing of her body earlier and how much she had
wanted one of them to kiss her there. Now, Qui-Gon was apparently going to
fulfill that need.
Obi-Wan continued to suckle softly at Elyssa’s breast and, when he rolled
the swollen nipple between his lips, Elyssa gasped sharply as she jerked
against the scarves.
“Oh, that feels so good, Obi-Wan” she whispered. “Don’t stop. Please don‘t
stop.”
Obi-Wan answered her by slowly pulling her breast deeper into his mouth. He
then strongly sucked at the tortured peak.
Elyssa whimpered, her breath harsh in her throat.
Qui-Gon meanwhile, his head tight between her legs, slowly licked her mound.
Elyssa squirmed, her bound hands twisting against the bed‘s headboard.
Qui-Gon then slipped his hands up and down Elyssa’s thighs as he licked at
her soft, moist cleft. Elyssa’s throat tightened and sharp little moans
pulsed out of her mouth.
At the same time Obi-Wan, as he sucked at her breast, soon established a
most electrifying rhythm; hard, soft, hard, soft, the sucking increasing in
tempo as Elyssa’s moans deepened. He also continued to rub the nipple of her
other breast.
And, as Elyssa twisted on the bed, Qui-Gon pulled her tighter against his
face. He then used his tongue to separate the inner folds of her vulva.
Elyssa’s hips rose and shuddered when she felt Qui-Gon’s sharply pointed
tongue burrow deep inside her. She arched her back. Obi-Wan, whose mouth was
still latched onto her breast, pressed her firmly onto the bed.
Elyssa pulled hard at her bonds, not because she wished to be free; it was
just that the pleasure that was building inside her was almost unbearable.
Suddenly, Obi-Wan scooped Elyssa’s breasts between his sweating hands. He
then took both of her nipples into his mouth and circled his tongue
leisurely over them and, as his mouth roamed wetly over the painfully
sensitive peaks, a vise of nearly excruciating pleasure seized Elyssa’s
body. Meanwhile, Qui-Gon continued to stroke his tongue in and out of her
mound.
“Gods!” Elyssa cried, her breath harsh in her throat, as the fire in her
pelvis shot up through her spine and into her brain as the two men pleasured
her. “I didn’t know...think...imagine it could be like this.”
Then, Obi-Wan slowly released Elyssa’s breasts. He moved up her body until
his face was inches from hers. As Qui-Gon continued to suck and lick at
her, Obi-Wan looked deep into Elyssa’s eyes, his so dark they looked like
pools of ink.
“Do you like what my master’s doing?” he whispered.
“Yes, oh, yes I---Ummmmmmm,” Elyssa moaned as Qui-Gon’s tongue darted deeply
into her.
“He’s very good, isn’t he?”
Elyssa nodded, her throat tight.
Obi-Wan lifted his hands and cupped Elyssa’s face.
“While he’s doing that, I can do the same to your mouth. If you wish, that
is.”
Elyssa’s heart stuttered and her eyes widened.
“But, I think we should release you first.”
Obi-Wan reached up and quickly untied the scarves from about her hands.
Elyssa lowered her arms. She then reached down and stroked the older Jedi’s
hair as his head moved up and down between her thighs. In response, Qui-Gon
slipped his tongue out of her and proceeded to lick at her mound again;
long, slow, sweet licks.
Elyssa shuddered and her hand tightened in his hair.
She then looked over at Obi-Wan. The younger Jedi’s eyes were hot as he
watched his master suck and lick her.
Then he looked back at Elyssa.
“I can either put this in your mouth,” he said as he lowered his head and
quickly slid his tongue between her lips. “Or this,” and he grabbed her
hand and placed it on his shaft.
Elyssa stroked it and it hardened quickly between her fingers.
“This,” she whispered.
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Obi-Wan grinned. He lifted himself up and straddled Elyssa, his thighs
alongside her head. Elyssa inched her shoulders slightly up the pillows
heaped behind her back. Qui-Gon, his mouth still firm on her mound,
followed her.
Reaching up, Elyssa then grasped Obi-Wan’s shaft between her hands and
slowly massaged it.
The young Jedi moaned deep in his throat.
“Ummmm, yes, Elyssa. Nice.”
Obi-Wan let her stroke him for a bit, then he pulled his shaft away from her
hands. Elyssa slowly took it between her lips, making shallow, thrusting
movements around it with her mouth and tongue.
“Oh, that’s so good, Elyssa,” Obi-Wan whispered. He placed his hands gently
on her head, his fingers tangling through the long, thick strands of her
hair.
Gods, Elyssia thought, as Obi-Wan eased his shaft deeper into her mouth, he
was so big. She drew as much of him as she could into her, relaxing her
throat muscles as she did.
Qui-Gon, meanwhile, had stopped licking Elyssa’s mound. He opened her inner
lips with the second and fourth fingers of his hand. He then slid his middle
finger firmly over her clit.
Elyssa moaned deep around Obi-Wan’s shaft as Qui-Gon began to stroke her
and, as her pelvis rocked faster against his hand, he rubbed her harder in
response.
Meanwhile, Elyssa continued to work on Obi-Wan’s shaft. Obi-Wan groaned
throatily above her, his hands tight on her shoulders, as she moved her
mouth up and down him.
“Yes, Elyssa,” he whispered. “That’s it. That’s it. Oh, it feels so good.
So good!”
Her heart beating fast, Elyssa was torn between the sweetness down below as
Qui-Gon moved his fingers deeper inside her, his long middle finger stroking
away at her clit, and the deep satisfaction she felt as she made love to
Obi-Wan with her mouth.
I’m going to die, Elyssa thought as stabs of pleasure pulsed through her.
Gods, I‘m going to die.
And, for long, incredible moments all three moved against each other in that
way, sometimes short and fast; sometimes long and slow. Elyssa soon lost
track of time as she and the Jedi pleasured each other.
Then, because she was completely and deliriously out of control, Elyssa
decided to do something she’d only read about.
She ran her hand delicately down the cleft of Obi-Wan’s buttocks until she
felt the tiny wrinkled opening deep within it. It throbbed against her
gently circling finger.
Obi-Wan hissed. “Gods! Yes, Elyssa! By the Force, do that!”
But she knew she needed to lubricate her fingers before going further. She
lowered her hand to where Qui-Gon was steadily stroking her. He took her
fingers into his mouth and thoroughly moistened them.
Elyssa then moved her hand back to Obi-Wan. She eased her wet finger into
that tiny opening between the tight cheeks of his buttocks.
Obi-Wan cried out, his sphincter tightening around her finger, releasing,
tightening again.
Elyssa then established a rhythm, allowing Obi-Wan’s own convulsive
movements to set the pace.
“Gods, Elyssa!” Obi-Wan cried out, his breath exploding out of his lungs.
“Two fingers. Use two fingers,” he begged heatedly between deep, shuddering
gasps.
Elyssa, her mouth still working on his shaft, slid another finger within
him. Then she and Obi-Wan pulsed inside each other; their movements matching
each other’s rhythm.
And all the while Elyssa was aware that Qui-Gon, who had stopped touching
her after he had licked her fingers, was watching them both and that excited
her even more.
Then she felt Qui-Gon stroking her thighs as he slipped his mouth against
her mound. He rolled his tongue about her clit and clasped it firmly. He
then quickly slid his tongue up and down it.
Elyssa wanted to scream as Qui-Gon’s tongue pumped hard against her,
matching the rhythm she and Obi-Wan made against each other. And for a
while, the heat and the thrusts, the moans and the grunts all three made
together filled Elyssa’s universe.
Then Elyssa felt Obi-Wan’s shaft curve deeper into her throat at the same
time that she, her body shuddering from Qui-Gon’s heated assault on her
clit, pushed her fingers hard inside him.
“Gods, oh gods, Elyssa! Elyssa!” Obi-Wan cried out.
He shuddered violently and, as he came, he jetted strongly into Elyssa’s
mouth, the hot salty liquid pouring down her throat. Elyssa moaned as she
swallowed, still unwilling to believe she was actually doing this.
She had sometimes pleasured Miquon this way, but she had always insisted he
remove himself from her mouth before he came. The truth was she had never
liked performing oral sex on him for he had always been so ungrateful,
almost as if he thought her going down on him was his goddess-given right.
But with this young Jedi it was different. So very different. And Miquon
had never, ever, cried out her name with such passion as Obi-Wan did now.
Obi-Wan pulled his shaft from Elyssa’s mouth, but his orgasm went on, his
sphincter contracting tightly in little pulses about her fingers. He groaned
blissfully above her, his body tight, the smooth cheeks of his buttocks
squeezing her hand and, as he continued to come, Elyssa ran her other hand
up his muscular thigh, across his rock-hard stomach and over his chest,
grazing her fingers across the tight little nubs of his nipples.
“Oh, Elyssa, sweet, Elyssa,” he whispered, his head thrown back, his neck
taut, his eyes tightly closed.
He then sighed and slowly opened his eyes. Then he gazed down at her, his
expression one of the most warm and heartfelt regard, Elyssa thought she
would weep from the sight. He smiled at her, then collapsed, completely
satiated, at her side.
Qui-Gon, meanwhile had not let up on her. His tongue pumped vigorously
against her clit. Elyssa arched her back, her heart pounding, as she felt
that hot, fierce fire swelling within her again. Her head lashed back on the
pillows, her lungs heaving, legs quivering.
Then she felt Obi-Wan reach over and gently cup her face. He whispered
indistinct words to her, words which seemed to have no meaning, but were
intensely evocative and erotic.
Then, much to Elyssa’s surprise, because she knew his taste was still in her
mouth, Obi-Wan leaned over and kissed her. He slipped his tongue between
her trembling lips and, as Qui-Gon’s mouth continued to work away at her
shuddering clit, Obi-Wan somehow matched his master’s rhythm with his own
tongue.
Elyssa tensed, her body tight, the blood pounding.
Oh gods, this was amazing! Amazing! She was going to come again.
Her body convulsed as the orgasm ripped through her and she screamed against
Obi-Wan‘s mouth.
Obi-Wan pressed his lips hard against hers, his mouth swallowing her
screams. And, as Elyssa bucked wildly, Qui-Gon continued to suckle hard at
her clit.
Then Elyssa felt both Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon pull away from her. She opened her
eyes. The two were watching her as she climaxed but Elyssa wasn’t at all
embarrassed by their unabashed attention. She closed her eyes, her body
arching, as another orgasm flooded through her.
Then, as Elyssa twisted and moaned on the damp tangled sheets, she felt
someone grab her hips and hold them still.
She opened her eyes and watched, heart thumping, as Qui-Gon slid his
powerful body over hers.
He quickly lifted her legs and drew them tight around his hips. Then, he
slowly and steadily began to thrust inside her, his shaft pumping against
her already tender clit.
Elyssa moaned. Gods, how much more did they think she could take? And
Qui-Gon was so big, he seemed to fill her up.
However, as Elyssa felt that delicious heat building up inside her again,
she realized she could take as much as they wanted to give.
She lifted her hips against Qui-Gon’s thrusting and squeezed her inner
muscles tight around his shaft as it pumped vigorously inside her.
“Elyssa!” Qui-Gon groaned thickly.
He moved deeper into her, his hands clutching her hips.
Obi-Wan, who was watching as his master plowed into Elyssa, lowered his
mouth close to her ear.
“That’s it, Elyssa,” he whispered in that achingly lovely accent of his.
“Take my master deep inside you. Let him possess him. Follow his lead. Meet
him. You will not regret it.”
Elyssa moaned. She pushed her hips up against Qui-Gon‘s groin, rocking to
his rhythm.
Deep cries of pleasure erupted from his mouth.
“Yes, Elyssa,” he moaned. “Do as Obi-Wan tells you. Meet me, meet me!”
Elyssa thrust her hips against Qui-Gon in perfect synchronization with him
and, as she did, something wild and feral and primal swept over her. She
grabbed his muscular arms, her nails digging into his skin.
“Harder!! Oh, harder, harder!! Make me come! Make me come!”
Qui-Gon’s strokes increased, his breath heaving like a bellows, the beat and
the depth of his thrusts mounting and Elyssa, obeying an instinct she hadn’t
even known she possessed, urged him on.
“Oh gods, yes, harder, harder! Don‘t stop! Don’t ever stop! Oh, you feel so
good inside me. So good!”
And, as Qui-Gon drove himself deep into the heated core of her, Elyssa
imagined, for a moment, that she was the first woman; hot, wet, wanton and
he was the first man; strong, fierce, powerful, and the two of them were
making love for the first time in the history of universe, their movements
the drum beats for the creation of the stars.
Then Elyssa heard a long, low grunt, followed by the dizzying sensation of
Qui-Gon’s hot thick wetness gushing deep inside her. Groaning low in his
chest, he pushed himself hard into Elyssa as he came, the slamming thrusts
of his climax nearly overwhelming her. He emptied himself completely into
her, his body shuddering, his back arching sharply as he cried out her name.
And, at the sound of her name Elyssa climaxed, wildly, explosively. She
cried out, her hips thrashing against Qui-Gon, the two undulating wildly
against each other. And as they came, out of the corner of her eye, Elyssa
saw Obi-Wan watching them, his eyes so dark with heat they were nearly
indigo.
Then, once both had quieted, Elyssa slowly slid her legs from around
Qui-Gon. He moved away from her and collapsed next to her on the bed, his
breathing harsh and heavy against her neck.
Then, before Elyssa could take another breath, Obi-Wan quickly moved on top
of her.
He looked down at her, his eyes radiant with lust.
“May I?” he asked softly.
Elyssa stared up at Obi-Wan. After the orgasm he’d had earlier, he should
have been down for the night. She took a deep, shuddering breath. What
stamina these Jedi had! Elyssa had never had sex this long or this
intensely. But, she thought, she’d also never had sex with Jedi and she
certainly didn’t want to neglect either one of them. Share the wealth, as
her dear old dad used to say.
“You ask so nicely,” she whispered to Obi-Wan as she slipped her arms about
his neck. She kissed the tip of his nose. “Yes, you may.”
Obi-Wan grinned at her, kissed her quickly on the lips. Then, with a swift,
strong stroke, he entered her. Elyssa moaned, her back arching.
Gods, he felt so good, his shaft plunging into the wetness his master had
left within her.
Obi-Wan then grabbed Elyssa’s legs, pulling them tight around his hips. As
he moved deeper into her, he lowered himself and kissed her, his tongue
plunging into her mouth at the same speed and rhythm as his shaft was now
powering into her.
Elyssa tossed her head back hard on the pillow, moaning against Obi-Wan’s
mouth.
Oh, gods, it felt so. It all felt so good, but she wasn’t sure what her
pleasure threshold was. Could she possibly take any more?
Then Elyssa heard Qui-Gon’s voice in her ear.
“You can do it, Elyssa,” he whispered huskily. “Let him ride you. I promise,
you will not be disappointed and you will remember this night. You will
remember it for a long time.”
At Qui-Gon’s words, Elyssa squeezed her thighs tight around Obi-Wan’s hips
as he ground against her.
“That’s it, Elyssa,” Qui-Gon continued to whisper to her. “Let him have you,
possess you, enjoy you. Surrender, lovely one. Surrender”
Elyssa moaned at Qui-Gon’s words. She pushed her hips frantically against
Obi-Wan thrustings, her mind lost in a maze of her own voluptuous abandon.
She matched the young Jedi’s fluid movements with her own, the ardent ache
in her being stroked to a frenzied inferno.
Soon Elyssa lost all awareness of herself as the rational, sensible woman
who wore serious business suits, carefully arranged the holobooks on the
shelves in her office in alphabetical order and, always, always dotted her
i’s and crossed her t’s.
She panted and moaned, scratched and clawed as she heaved herself against
Obi-Wan, nothing existing but their two bodies locked in that timeless
rhythm as ancient as the universe itself. And, as she did, Obi-Wan groaned
above her, his chest wet with sweat, his mouth tight against hers.
Then, suddenly, Elyssa felt Qui-Gon slip his hand between her and Obi-Wan’s
madly thrusting bodies. He reached down, found her clit and began to stroke
it.
Obi-Wan quickly lifted his mouth from Elyssa. He then raised his hips just
enough so his master had room to touch her but he could continue to move
inside her.
“Let go, Elyssa. Let go,” Qui-Gon urged, the soft burr of his voice like
honey in her ear as he rubbed at her clit. “Ummmm, your sweet, hard clit. It
feels so good. So hot. So sweet.”
Elyssa’s whole body shuddered as Obi-Wan pumped himself harder and deeper
into her. He was leaning on his arms and the sight of those hard muscles
bunching under the glistening skin made Elyssa wild.
“Oh gods! I’m coming ! I‘m coming!” Elyssa cried out.
“Yes, Elyssa. That‘s it. Concentrate on the moment,” Qui-Gon whispered.
Then, Obi-Wan grabbed one of Elyssa’s breasts, his fingers sharply pinching
the aching nipple. At the same time, Qui-Gon slipped his mouth over her
other breast, whipping his tongue across the hard peak.
“No! Oh gods no! Don’t! Don‘t stop, please don‘t stop” Elyssa moaned.
The blood pounded in Elyssa’s head, rushed through her veins; the muscles in
her legs and arms tightened and constricted. She closed her eyes, tears
streaming from beneath her lashes as her body shimmered towards release.
And, as the most powerful orgasm she’d had all night ripped through her,
Elyssa screamed and screamed, her shrieks tearing through the air as stars
exploded behind her eyes and infinity itself swelled within her mind.
Then, bucking wildly, Obi-Wan also came. Yet, even as he groaned in blissful
agony above her, the most delicious look of abandonment on his handsome
boyish face, he kept moving, his seed spurting and mixing with what his
master had already left within her.
Finally, with a deep, shuddering sigh, the young Jedi collapsed on the other
side of Elyssa, his breath ragged. Then Qui-Gon moved his mouth from her
breast and slid his moist hand away from her, laying it on her thigh.
And, for a long while, the only sounds was the heavy, exhausted breathing of
the three of them, the air about them moist and thick with the smell of sex.
Then Elyssa felt Obi-Wan snuggle his face deep into her neck, one of his
arms draping across her stomach. Soon he was fast asleep, his breath soft
and warm on her skin.
Elyssa shivered as the last remnants of her orgasm died away.
She slowly turned her head and looked over at Qui-Gon. He looked back at
her, his eyes shadowy and bottomless.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He smiled. “No, thank you.”
Elyssa shrugged, smiled shyly. She looked over at Obi-Wan. “Thank him too
for me, if I don’t get a chance to.”
Qui-Gon’s mouth quirked in a half smile as he watched Obi-Wan sleep.
“You must forgive my padawan his bad manners. I’ve told him any number of
times it’s not polite, nor politic for that matter, to fall asleep before
the woman does. But, he is young.”
“That’s all right, Qui-Gon. He’ll learn. He has a good teacher.”
Qui-Gon inclined his head in acknowledgement of her praise. He then rose
swiftly from the bed. Elyssa watched admiringly as he walked to the fresher.
His tall, powerful body gleamed from the lights outside the bedroom window.
She heard water running. Soon he returned carrying three towels.
He sat next to Elyssa and slowly rubbed one of the towels over her. It was
warm and moist. He gently wiped her body, then dried her off with the
larger towel. He handed the other moist towel to her and gestured with his
eyes toward Obi-Wan.
Elyssa turned and gently moved the towel over Obi-Wan. The young Jedi did
not awaken, but smiled slightly when Elyssa softly rubbed the towel over his
shaft. She dried him quickly, then handed the towels back to Qui-Gon. He
placed them on the floor next to the bed. He then slipped next to Elyssa,
pulling the bed’s coverlet over the three of them. He moved his arm over her
stomach, just under Obi-Wan’s.
He leaned his mouth close to her ear.
“I wanted you to know that watching you pleasure Obi-Wan in that way was a
most delightful and enlightening experience,” he whispered.
“It was quite delightful for me, too,” Elyssa said softly. She then thought
of Obi-Wan‘s enthusiastic taking of her even after she had already gotten
him off. “He certainly has a lot of energy.”
Qui-Gon chuckled softly. “He does at that.”
"Do the two of you always work so well together?"
"Always," Qui-Gon replied, smiling.
He reached across Elyssa and slowly stroked Obi-Wan’s hair. Elyssa smiled at
the tenderness of the gesture. Then she thought of how wanton she had acted
with the two of them. Her cheeks burned.
“Qui-Gon?”
“Yes, Elyssa?”
“I hope you don’t think less of me for the way I acted. I’m usually a much
more....uh...sedate person. I don’t know what came over me.”
“Ummmm,” Qui-Gon mused. “From what I saw, what came over you was me and
Obi-Wan.”
At first Elyssa didn’t know what Qui-Gon was talking about. Then, when she
finally caught the pun, her cheeks burned even hotter. She looked up at
him. He was smiling broadly at her.
“Don’t worry about it, Elyssa. I was pleased to see you let go of your
self-imposed restraints. It was quite...stimulating,” he said softly as he
slowly stroked her breast. Elyssa noted his eyes were becoming a deeper,
hotter blue.
Elyssa shivered, then, suddenly there was a pounding at the suite’s door.
She sat up sharply.
Qui-Gon looked over at her. She saw he was about to rise and answer it.
“No, I’ll handle it.”
Elyssa slipped away from Obi-Wan’s arm. She was surprised he hadn’t awaken
from the noise. She grabbed a robe, quickly drew it on and ran to the door.
She pressed it open halfway. The hotel concierge, a male Twi’lek, gazed
worriedly at her.
“Are you all right, Mistress Keyon?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Is there something wrong?”
The Twi’lek tried to peer around her into the suite.
“Ummm, one of our guests reported hearing a woman screaming. They said it
was coming from your suite.”
“My suite? Oh, they must be mistaken. I’ve been asleep.”
The Twi’lek’s gaze swept over Elyssa’s mussed up hair.
“Ummm, well, the guest seemed absolutely certain he heard it coming from
your suite, Mistress Keyon.
Elyssa was about to reassure the concierge everything was fine when she
suddenly felt someone’s hand slowly stroking her rear through her robe. She
jumped, her eyes wide.
The concierge leaned closer. “Are you all right, Mistress Keyon?”
“Uh, yes, yes, I am,” Elyssa managed to say past her tightening throat.
The Twi’lek stared at her for a long moment as Elyssa tried to keep from
moaning as that hand continued to fondle her.
“Well, perhaps the guest was dreaming. If there’s anything the hotel can do
for you during your stay, please do not hesitate to contact me.”
“Thank you. I’ll do that.”
Elyssa hurriedly pressed the door closed. Suddenly, arms reached for her
out of the darkness. She was lifted up. Qui-Gon smiled at her as he grabbed
her legs and wrapped them snugly about his waist.
“What did you think you were doing?” she whispered, laughing. “He might have
seen you.”
“He would not have seen me unless I desired him to see me.”
Qui-Gon then buried his face between Elyssa‘s breast.
“I want you, Elyssa. I want you. Now.”
He turned and, with Elyssa still clasped tight to him, her legs snug about
his waist, pressed her hard against the wall. His hands tore open her robe.
Then Elyssa felt the head of his shaft rubbing slowly against her already
throbbing mound.
“You’re joking, right?” Elyssa said, her voice tight with excitement. “You
want more?”
“Yes, I want more. I want you.”
“But, how could you...aren’t you tired?”
Qui-Gon chuckled. “Don’t forget, Elyssa, I am a Jedi. My strength flows the
Force.”
“Well, _your_ strength may flow from the Force,” Elyssa said, her breath
coming in little pants, as Qui-Gon eased himself into her, “but I’m just an
ordinary woman.”
“You underestimate yourself, lovely Elyssa,” Qui-Gon moaned as he thrust
himself up inside her.
Elyssa’s head slammed against the wall. Qui-Gon pressed her hard against it,
his hands gripping her rear, his shaft pulsing deep inside her.
“Oh, that feels so good,” Elyssa moaned. “So good!”
This time their lovemaking was fierce and quick, but no less satisfying.
Elyssa had never made love like this, though she‘d heard some of her female
friends describe it. A quickie they had called it. Elyssa liked it. She
liked the hardness of the wall against her back, the deep-throated grunts
Qui-Gon made as he both held and moved deep inside her, the way he was in
complete and total control.
And, as he moved deeper into her, she recalled his words about pulling when
someone pushed you. Well, he was pushing into her, and quite hard, and
Elyssa was pulling him in, all of him. And, when they came, it was as one,
their bodies shuddering, their breaths colliding, their hearts beating
wildly against the other.
As her orgasm slowly died, Elyssa sighed. She rested her head on Qui-Gon’s
shoulders, his long hair tickling her nose and mouth. He leaned against her,
breathing harshly against her neck. Then he slipped out of her. However, as
Elyssa lowered her legs to the floor, she was so weak from this last orgasm,
her legs refused to hold her.
Qui-Gon immediately scooped her up in his arms.
“Are you all right?”
Elyssa looked over at him, smiling wanly as she slipped her arms about his
neck.
“Unfortunately, unlike you, the Force isn’t my ally. You are too much for
me.”
Qui-Gon smiled at that. He carried her to the bedroom and laid her gently
on the bed. Then he slid in next to her.
Obi-Wan, who had not awakened, stirred slightly in his sleep. Then, his eyes
still closed, he reached out blindly and slipped his arm over Elyssa‘s
stomach. He sighed, his breath evened out and he fell back into his deep
slumber.
Elyssa and Qui-Gon both smiled at him. Then Qui-Gon stroked Elyssa’s hair.
“You handled that concierge very well,” he murmured.
“Thank you. It’s comes with the job description. Especially when you’re
head assistant to a corporate mogul.”
Qui-Gon softly chuckled.
Elyssa smiled, then yawned. She looked sheepishly up at Qui-Gon.
“It is late. You should get some rest. Sleep well, Elyssa.”
“And you.”
And, as Elyssa nestled her head under Qui-Gon‘s arm, Obi-Wan sleeping
soundly at her side, she was very, very glad she had chosen this night to
surrender.
Finis
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Hi, gentle reader. Okay, I’ll admit, I’m still pretty new at this smut
stuff. If you thought this fic was so-so or not so hot, hey, I’m still a
rookie. Haven’t made it to the majors yet. :-)
However, if you did like it, please let me know. I’d like to write more such
romps, but only if people express an interest in reading them. I have this
idea about writing a series of such erotic vignettes, featuring more Star
Wars guys like Han or Luke or Anakin (the Hayden Anakin) and any others if
people have suggestions. :-)
Anyway, I digress. Thanks for reading. This was just a little
fun-to-write-and-not-to-be-taken-seriously frolic with two of my favorite
Jedi. :-) If you liked it, please let me know. If you didn’t, I’ll try to do
better next time, but remember, positive feedback is a great incentive for
the Muse. :-)
Also, if you have any suggestions or ideas for erotic fic, let me know.
Take care and May the Force be with You!
Moonscribe
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