Performance Anxiety
Author: My-Gin-Gone
Rating: NC-17 and R
Characters: Qui-Gon Jinn, Ardeth Fey (see the Competition for
explanation about his last name) and Chana.
Story Type: ABH (of course), mild angst.
Disclaimers: Lucasfilm and Universal own the Qui and Ardeth. The
rest just live in my head <evil cackle>.
Archive: QJEB, The Temple, A Place of Our Legacy, Sith-Chicks and
anyone else...jes lemme know so I can take a peek.
Summary: Ardeth's family pressures you and your lifemates into
taking part in a ceremony. Things don't go quite as planned.
Authors notes: This takes place right after "The Honeymoon."
Other stories include, A Spiritual Journey Home, The Competition,
Family and An Old Friend. I'm still working on the sequel to the
last one....
Performance Anxiety
"Mmmm. Qui." You whimper through his minute yet powerful
motion. Ardeth resumes kissing you. His mouth wanders to your
neck and then down to your breasts.
Qui manages to lick your calves, never allowing his cock to
egress. You stare at the ceiling, your mind is barely able to
focus. Ardeth covers you. His muscular chest presses against you
as his tongue swirls in your mouth, savoring your taste.
Originally you were here to clean the spare bedroom. In spite
of its lack of furniture it was filled to the brim with junk.
Trinkets and close from missions, schoolings, souvenirs and bonding
gifts from friends. After many threats you finally found the time
to clean it out. 'Cause it's a bedroom not a closet.
Qui and Ardeth wandered in to watch you. They playfully
teased and offered *helpful hints* on cleaning and storage but they
did not lift a finger to do any actual work. When you demanded
that they help you, Ardeth made some rather sexist remarks in jest.
You pelted him with a shirt and a shoe in jest. Qui came to his
rescue and pinned you to the floor. You somehow escaped and put
him in a headlock. You heard a moan and a growl and next thing you
know...
Qui-Gon slides in and out of you slowly. Your whimpers float
to their ears arousing them even more.
"My turn." Ardeth declares stroking his rigid cock. His
weeping shaft drips on you. You smooth its cream on your stomach
with small circles.
Qui obliges and exits you.
"Master please." You moan from the emptiness.
He answers you with a kiss. Ardeth penetrates you in one long
stroke. Your breath skips under his strength. Back and forth he
goes traveling every inch of his long slender cock. You grunt and
bounce under him, the coarse carpeting scrapes your back.
//I love you.// You project to them.
//Little one I love you.// Qui answers suckling your stiff
elongated nipples. No longer are they the tiny buds as before your
bonding, now they stand proudly erect under Qui and Ardeth's
constant attention.
//Ahhh...unnnnggghhh...// Ardeth jumbles his response.
Your body has changed so much. It knows them and responds
almost automatically to their individual touch. Your muscles
constrict causing your lover to growl his pleasure.
"ARDETH?!!"
You freeze hearing a voice above everyone's panting. Ardeth
places his weight upon you, pinning your body to the floor.
Brought back to the moment, you stroke his firm back. Qui links
his mind with you and Ardeth's. Suddenly you are shown an erotic
picture of Ardeth's ass rising and falling with every plunge.
"ARDETH?!!" the voice practically yells.
You strain to recognize it.
//A woman?// You think rather confused, //There couldn't be
anyone in the house. They would have sensed it. Wouldn't they?//
Ardeth continues sliding in and out of you.
You remember the holovid is on automatic answer.
"Honey," You say with difficulty. He is close to the edge.
Ardeth opens your legs wider. "Hush." His thrusting takes on
added force.
"Honey, I think your mom is calling." You whisper to him.
He goes limp. The evil glare he shoots you makes you hope
she's still on the Vid...or else you're in big trouble.
A delicate kiss is planted on your lips. Your heart flutters
even now. Jedi Knight Ardeth Fey holds you close. He is but
one-half of the balanced Force which resides in your home. He the
Warrior, Qui-Gon the Poet. Ardeth's coarsely woven brown robe
scratches your skin. Still you enjoy it's proximity because it
wears the distinctive fragrance of the man you love.
"Heart of Mine," Ardeth whispers before planting another kiss
on your lips. Your legs dangle off the counter, he pulls you
closer.
"Yes my love," You answer your life-mate of six months.
"Perhaps we should return," His mouth barely leaves yours as
he speaks.
Your fingers trace his trim goatee which is the same color as
his wavy black hair. Smooth ginger skin envelopes the soft
features of this six-foot four giant.
"I think you are right." A woman's voice remarks behind you.
You both turn your attention to her. Lengthy obsidian hair
pulled back into an intricate braid, bronzed skin and soft features
alerts anyone to the relation between she and your man. Ardeth's
mother, Devishah Fey smiles understanding young love.
"You have not seen grandma in years," Her Titanese accent is
thick like her son's, "don't you think you should be in there with
her?"
You hop down from the counter, straightening your tunic and
trousers.
"Yes mama." Ardeth answers dutifully.
"Good," She guides you two out of the kitchen, "there will be
plenty of time for that tonight."
You cringe remembering the reason for your visit. Tonight you
(on behalf of Ardeth and Qui-Gon) agreed to perform the Scion
Ceremony here at his parents home deep in the Sa'red on Titan.
Of course you and Qui-Gon have never heard of such a thing.
Ardeth has for quite some time (though he claims not to hold much
stock in it). As usual when dealing with his mother, it didn't
take much for you to get in this mess. One day she called and
asked, "When is the Ceremony?" You said, "What ceremony?" Things
kind of rolled out of control from there.
You amble into the livingroom. Master Jinn rests comfortably
in an overstuffed chair. His immense frame wears it well. You
smile. His gaze beckons you.
//Finally you return.// He jests.
//Miss me?// You make yourself comfortable on the floor
nestling into the crevice he has made for you between his long
legs. Large hands lazily stroke your tresses.
//Of course.//
//How's grandma?// You lean against his leg.
//She's starting to talk dirty again.// A deep sigh escapes
the Master's lips.
"Sex. Sometimes I miss it. You know, when I was a young
lady," Ardeth's grandmother, Ketura Fey, settles in her old
rocker. She pulls a tattered shawl around her wee body, "being
with a man was quite terrifying."
Ardeth sits across from his aged grandmother thoroughly
enjoying her presence. Being raised in the Jedi Temple, he missed
many of the practices his culture offered. For the past ten years,
he has worked diligently to re-establish a connection with his
family and community. Though a Jedi first, Ardeth's Titanese
heritage has routed itself firmly in his psyche.
"Sex was enjoyed if you had a good partner." Ketura points a
bony finger at you, "If not. You laid there and waited for it to
end."
Your face goes white. //Oh grandma, please don't go there.//
You shoot Ardeth and Qui a terrified glance. They return it.
"You kids nowadays have these new droids and devices like the
long ones with the power packs--."
You all groan.
She continues ignoring you, "And Foreplay! In my day when
your mate wanted you he'd just take you. He'd just climb on---"
"Oh Grandma please!!" You hold your hands to your ears.
"By the Force stop Grandma." Qui waves his hand.
Ketura ignores you three looking wistfully into the fireplace,
"--And get right to business. Mind you the beds were not as
sturdy---"
"GRANDMA!" Ardeth nearly leaps out of his skin.
"Okay that's enough scaring the children for today." Devishah
intercedes clearing away the coffee cups.
"Thank you mother." Ardeth sighs shaking his head, "Otherwise
I'd have to leave now and speak to a healer."
"What is wrong with you?!" Ketura snaps. "It is nature! You
should not be frightened. You are bonded now. Sex is perfectly
natural."
She turns to Devishah and speaks in Titanese, "I told you the
Jedi would keep your son sheltered."
"He knows more than you think." Devishah returns winking at
you and Qui.
You too blush. She knows you two speak Titanese fluently.
Qui shifts in his seat.
"I doubt it." Reproachful eyes study you, "They know nothing.
They are much too young."
"Perhaps you should educate them." Devishah chuckles
The elderly woman eyes the three of you and begins in galactic
standard, "Fine I will explain it to you. There are certain
fundamentals you need to know in order to sire good offspring.
First the closer the male organ is..."
"STOP!" The three of you bellow.
"We mean," Qui intercedes obviously perspiring, "there is no
need. We have taken a class at the temple."
You give him a funny look. He shrugs his shoulders
helplessly.
"Then why don't we have grandchildren?!!" Grandma throws
datapads at Qui and Ardeth. You duck. They flinch.
Devishah giggles in spite of herself. She continues
straightening the living room.
"Well uhh..." Qui stumbles.
"Hmmm?" Her gaze turns to you.
You swallow with effort, "Well umm... You see....I...It's
their fault don't look at me!" You cave under the pressure.
Ardeth flashes you an evil glare. It soons withers under his
grandmother's watchful eye.
"I don't have many years left! What are you waiting for?"
She frowns at her grandson.
"We've only been bonded six months." The so-called fierce
knight insists.
"So! Why, I conceived your father on my wedding night. Your
grandfather--may he be one with the Force---was a very potent man!"
"AHHHHHH!!" You all shriek holding your ears. You hum a
tune.
//Yech.. Yech.. Old people sex. No. Can't handle it.
Images. Pictures. Ahhh!!//
"Okay, Okay, you're right!" Ardeth holds his palms out,
"Please stop."
"Mother that is enough torturing the kids." Devishah nods.
"They need to be relaxed. After all," She smiles, "they have
graciously agreed to complete their Scion Ceremony here."
Ketura hrmphs.
Devishah continues beaming, "And tonight they will consummate
it in our home." She plops down in a chair, "Oh to have
grandchildren. It will be a wonderful blessing. And for them to
receive their start here--."
"--Your room is ready." Ardeth's father Bohdan interrupts.
He's tall like his son but stocky. "The bed should sleep three. I
have finished speaking with the Elder, he will return in the
morning to complete the consecration."
You shiver. This is all too surreal. Making love to your
husbands is one thing...but to have the entire village hanging on
every moan is something completely different. Don't people do this
for a living?
"What's wrong?" Bohdan asks.
"Grandma has been recounting her Scion stories." Devishah
remarks offhand.
"Old woman leave them alone." Bohdan scolds standing next to
his wife.
"AHHH!" Ketura swats at them.
"Well now that's settled. Off to bed you go." Bohdan grabs
Ardeth and Qui-Gon by the arm.
Devishah clasps your hand. She and her husband escort you to
the guest bedroom. Being their eldest child, Ardeth's role in the
family is quite significant. He is the bearer of the family name,
possible inheritor of any wealth and hopefully the first to bring
about the next generation.
When he reinitiated contact with them, Ardeth told you it was
as if millions of questions were answered simultaneously. Inspite
of the years of separation, the three clicked instantly.
Bohdan, a prosperous merchant in town, even went so far as to
purchase the land your house rests upon soley on the promise that
you'd all settle there and raise a family.
"Chana. You don't know how happy you've made us. It's silly
I know but," Devishah pauses and squeezes your hand, "Qui-Gon and
Ardeth have been friends their entire lives and for them to find
happiness together in you...my heart leaps. It is a shame we were
unable to make it to the bonding on Coruscant but all will be fixed
now."
"Sure." You smile weakly standing at the bedroom door.
"Good night." Bohdan kisses you on the cheek and practically
pushes you in the room with Qui and Ardeth.
Chapter Two
You glance at the guys and then study the room. It's cozy,
decorated with holos of family and friends. A small curtained
window looks out on to the desert. The bed, which seems to be
little more than a feather filled mattress thrown over a wooden
frame, rests against the wall.
Qui rambles impatiently through his bag.
"Now what?" You ask him. Blue eyes and a furled brow study
the bag's contents. "What are you looking for?"
"Shhh!" Ardeth's directs with his ear against the door
You turn your attention to him and practically whisper,
"What?"
"I think they are still at the door." His eyes dart to you.
Qui stands up stiffly and turns red. You've never seen them
act this way before. Your finding their terror kind of cute.
These men, these Jedi, who walk with heads of state, negotiate
treaties and risk their lives on a daily basis-- are thwarted by a
case of Performance Anxiety. Who knew?
Afterall, these are the same men who thought it would be fun
to make love on base in the supply hut next to the bachelor's
barracks where five hundred personnel reside on a regular basis!
You're not into that kind of fun and politely declined.
"Is everything all right?" Devishah asks
Ardeth eyes narrow, "I told you." He whispers.
"Devi come to bed!" His father demands.
"Okay," her voice returns to the door, "if you need anything
just ask."
"All right mother. Good night." Ardeth responds, his ear
still pinned to the door.
A door slams shut.
"That sounded really close by." You curl up in a chair.
"That's because it is," Qui stretches on the bed, "their room
is next door."
"I cannot perform under such pressures." Ardeth rubs his
temples. "Why did you agree to this?" He shoots you a hostile
glance.
"If you'd talked to your mother like I asked, she wouldn't
have cornered me. Besides I didn't know this was for real! I'm
not exactly ready to have a kid you know."
"I did not have time to speak with her. Besides that is
woman's work."
"Not tonight."
"Blasted." Qui sighs exasperated.
"Ardeth that's bullshit," You challenge, "you know were too
scared to talk to her. And that's why you pawned it off on me."
"What are we going to do? Are they actually going to remove
the sheets from the bed?" Qui's hands fall on his face.
"I'm afraid so." Ardeth sits on the floor.
You all groan.
"This is impossible." Ardeth crosses his legs, "I'm suppose
to get-it-on with my parents in the next room?"
You giggle and decide to kick them when they're down.
"Of course you can." You wiggle your body nearing Ardeth, "Come
on sugar gimme a little something."
"Touch me woman and you'll be sleeping in the Sa'red tonight."
he growls.
You turn to Qui, "Don't even think it." He hisses.
You collapse on the floor giggling.
"Laugh," Ardeth barks, "You are not under such pressure."
"What?" You shoot up, "Are you kidding? You guys can always
lie and say you did something. But if I don't pop somebody out in
nine months, everybody's gonna look at me like I'm crazy."
"Perhaps you can discover that you're infertile---" Qui
suggests.
"Why do I have to be infertile? Why can't you two be
sterile?"
"Little one this is no time for flights of fancy." The master
warns.
You frown and shake your head. "Well it's a lousy idea
anyways. His mom had the doc check me out. I'm as fertile as the
forests on Naboo."
You rub your belly grinning.
"I'll keep that in mind." Ardeth cracks
"We can always try. You want to?"
Qui and Ardeth look at each other.
"I have a headache." The master bemoans changing into his
sleep pants.
That killed that. With something as important as this you and
Ardeth will not have sex without him. Not that Ardeth is
interested, he sits on the floor deep in a calming meditation .
"Master I know why Ardeth is so nervous. Why are you?" You
recline on the bed eyeing him as he undresses.
//No sleeping in the nude tonight.// You observe. The uniform
of the night in your household is the birthday suit--usually. With
all this pressure and talk of sex, not to mention the lack of
privacy, the *moment* is definitely dead.
"Little one, I love you and Ardeth and have bonded my life
with you two--."
You sigh pleasantly.
He frowns, "However, under no circumstance... Not for any
reason will I ever have a desire to act as a stud for cultural
dilettantes." His cool blue gaze ends the discussion.
You nervously work on a stitched rug with Ketura.
"Child pay attention." She scolds
"Oh sorry." Your gaze wanders back to the screen door where
your in-laws are speaking with the village elder on the porch.
Just as you three thought, after getting up this morning, his
parents along with the elders removed the sheets from the bed. You
had no idea what they were checking for. Cause if they were
looking for bloody sheets, they needed to talk to the cleaning
droids on Coruscant.
"Chana." Devishah calls to you.
You excuse yourself.
"Yes?" You ask stepping onto the covered porch.
Devishah glances nervously at her husband. A warm breeze
brushes a lock of hair in her face, "Uh, we'd like to speak with
you."
She motions for you to sit. "This is the village elder, Chief
Elkhana."
You nod your greeting. He's a thin man with a pleasant
expression. His simple tunic and trousers give no hint of his
elevated community status.
"Is everything all right? In the bonding?" Devishah asks
"Yes." You scan the desert terrain, "Where are--?"
"They will be back shortly," Devishah remarks, "We wanted to
speak with you first. Men are often reluctant to speak of their
difficulties."
"You're not experiencing any," She hesitates, "problems."
You flush three different shades of red. Qui and Ardeth have
never had any *problems*, actually they're the opposite.
"No." You answer weakly.
Bohdan nods to the elder as if his suspicion is confirmed.
"You understand, we are family. And we are there if you need
us."
Right now you need a stiff drink.
"Last night. We heard much discussion. Pressuring almost."
Bohdans says with the same stubborn look that Ardeth gets when he
feels his honor being challenged, "Are you withholding?"
"NO! Honest No." You can't believe your having this
conversation.
"You do understand the importance of this union." Elkhana the
Village Elder explains. "Ardeth and Qui-Gon possess great gifts
given to them by the Force. The Force which binds our community,
our family and our homes. We must ensure that any children
produced out of this union receives its full blessing. It is
important to our community," He gestures to Ardeth's parents, "it
is important to their family."
"Yes. I think I understand--."
"Then if you are not withholding perhaps your ways are not
suitable for my son." Bohdan asserts nodding while pacing in front
of you. "Yes. That must be it. You were in the Security Forces--
."
"BOHDAN! Really!" Devishah scolds
"No. Think about it. Our boy was given to the Jedi to lead
a simple and pure life serving others and she--" He practically
spits.
You fold your arms protectively.
"--And she what?!" Devishah demands.
"She is not from the village."
"Oh come off it. She is good girl. We could not ask for a
finer daughter. Perhaps you are overlooking the possibility that
he and Qui-Gon may be unable to perform their duties."
"MY SON DOES NOT HAVE A PROBLEM!" Bohdan avows.
"Problem?" You repeat.
"What problem?" Qui asks approaching the porch with Ardeth.
They hand a satchel of supplies to Devishah.
You shake your head thinking this could not get any worse.
"Son if you need to talk," Elkhana addresses Ardeth, "I am
here."
Ardeth frowns, "What?"
//Uh oh, it just got worse.//
"It is quite common for young couples to experience
difficulties--" Elkhana begins
"Difficulties?" Mahogany eyes peer at you, "Chana what have
you been telling them?!"
Though he is a Jedi Knight, Ardeth still suffers from a wicked
case of Testosterone Poisoning.
"Nothing." You shrug feeling caught in the crossfire.
"What difficulties are you referring to?" His eyes search his
parents.
"It is common for young men such as yourselves to be unable to
couple with their spouse," Bohdan concedes. "Son it is all right."
"NO! It is not all right." Ardeth barks in Titanese, "Get
your things we are leaving now!"
Chapter three
The chrono chimes notifying you of evening's approach. You've
been home for an hour sitting quietly on the living room sofa
listening to Ardeth take his embarassment and frustration out on
you. He paces furiously in front of you possibly wearing a groove
in the carpet.
"Don't you think you've said enough," Qui warns noticing your
growing stress under Ardeth's tirade.
You have no idea what you've done except be in the wrong place
at the wrong time.
"Spare me Qui-Gon. Your constant indulgence in her petty
notions have caused us no end of trouble."
//What?!!// Anger whips through you. You stand.
"Chana sit." Qui commands, "I'll deal with this."
You can't believe your ears. When did you become chattel?
"You are not the only one embarrassed by this," The master
admonishes, "taking it out on her will not erase the past. I
suggest we forget about it and move on."
"Move on?" Ardeth hisses, "Move on? Because she agreed to
this, my family has been dishonored in front of the entire
community!"
"We will survive this." Qui says with closed eyes. No one
pushes his buttons faster than Ardeth, "Your status in the
community has not diminished."
"I am speaking of my parents. They have--"
"Your parents?" Qui growls
"Yes my parents!"
"WE ARE YOUR FAMILY NOW!" The Master reproaches the Knight,
"The sooner you realize this, the sooner WE can move forward."
Qui-Gon storms out the room. Ardeth stares out the window
shaking his head. Your anger has subsided some but still you're
offended. To be blamed for the entire affair is hardly justified.
You stand determined to clear up some things.
"CHANA!" Ardeth snaps not looking at you, "I don't want to
talk right now."
"Why not? I had to listen to you? What about me?!"
"What about you?" He faces you with a harsh expression.
Undaunted, you confront him, "Fuck you Ardeth. Fuck you! I
refuse!" You throw a lamp against the wall, "Refuse to be treated
like a damn piece of property! I have done nothing wrong except
stand here and be supportive. And what do I get? Blame for this
entire mess in which we were all players. Perhaps your father was
right, you should have bonded with a village girl."
"Maybe." He turns to the window.
"I'm staying on base tonight." You snarl and hastily enter
your shared room and begin packing. Most of your gear is neatly
stowed away in the closet.
Qui-Gon enters loosening his tunic and sash. He methodically
undresses as if the day's events were an unpleasant memory.
"Where are you going?" He asks off-hand.
"To the base."
Qui stops, "Oh no you don't. I will not let you leave at the
first sign of trouble. No." He shakes his head and continues
undressing.
"Ardeth is really upset right now and I can't be around him."
You force your duffle bag closed.
"What about me?" Blue eyes study you with concern, "You leave
him, you leave me. Have you considered that?"
He's right as usual. His hurt is obvious. You see it on his
face and feel it through your bond.
Suddenly drained, Qui avails himself of his boots. They thonk
landing at your feet.
"You going to bed?" You ask, the wind suddenly taken out of
your sails.
"No." He says quietly sliding his leggings over his narrow
hips, "I'm going to take a shower. I'm covered in sand." Qui-Gon
sighs once again fighting his anguish. He does not like to argue.
"I suppose I'll never get use to it."
"May I join you?" You ask softly.
Qui's lips curl upward. "Please do."
Both your bodies are slick with soapy residue. Warm water
cascades around you as the master presses your back against the wet
tiles. Your legs enshroud his waist, his arms support your torso.
He leans forward. Lips skirt lips. The Master's embrace is
strong and comforting. In it you both find security, comfort and
understanding. You can stay like this forever.
"Our children will know some of my culture, things I have
learned from my parents," You stroke Jinn's wet chestnut mane,
"what of yours?"
He shakes his head, "What do you mean?"
You gesture around you, "We know they will be exposed to
Ardeth's. His culture surrounds us but what would you like to give
them?"
Qui-Gon turns off the water and releases you. His beautiful
face takes on it's typically stern countenance when encountering a
tough issue.
"I've considered this for some time. And there is a chance we
will not rear our children," Qui-Gon's deeply timbred voice
reverberates off the tiles. "If they are chosen, will you agree to
their training? We must be at one in our decision."
You nod knowing it would be unfair otherwise. The Force is a
gift. A powerful one. It surrounds and flows through all living
beings sometimes controlling their actions and other times allowing
itself to be controlled. Either way you would not rob your child
of his or her birthright-- to follow in the way of its father.
"Yes. I will."
"Then that's what I give them. A chance to be a Jedi Knight."
You clasp his hand and kiss his palm. Moisture lingers on its
surface.
"And if they are not chosen?" You ask quietly. He has never
spoken of his family, his past.
"Chana," He says with quiet resignation, "I know no other
life."
You wrap your arms around him, "Then we shall create one
together."
A stifled sigh escapes his lips. He pulls you into a kiss
which you eagerly reciprocate.
"You know, two should never be against one," Jinn instructs
in his all knowing Master voice.
You close your eyes, "I know. I know." You hold him close.
"We need to go to him." Qui whispers in your ear.
"But how?" Your finger traces the chestnut whiskers in his
beard.
"I don't know."
You pull him into a kiss.
//Little one, I love you so much.// Qui projects
//I love you too Master.//
Bohdan Fey gazed at his son. He grasped Ardeth's hands and
surveyed his home.
"You have done so much in so little time," He stammered. "We
are very proud. I am very proud."
Ardeth blushed at the feeling of accomplishment upon hearing
these words from his father.
//Why does this mean so much to me?// He wondered
"Father thank you."
"Your mother and I did not want to introduce strife in your
family. Though we did not raise you, we feel as close to you today
as we did when you were born. It is because of these feelings we
pushed too hard."
Devishah clasped her eldest child's arm, "We know you are not
accustomed to this. We should not have forced you. These are our
ways not yours. And for the sake of harmony we have decided to
keep our distance." Her smile is warm and sincere.
"No. Mama. Please don't. We want you in our lives." Ardeth
scratches his goatee nervously, "I am afraid the fault lies in me.
I meditate within the Force often requesting it to rid me of my
foolish pride. It does not seem to work." He smiled feeling like
a wounded child.
"My son, I'm not sure any amount of meditation could rid you
of that. It is in your genes." Bohdan shrugs, "For that I am
sorry."
They chuckle and embrace.
"Papa."
"Son."
"Mama."
"My boy."
They exchanged warm kisses and wiped each others tears.
"Now go. Repair your bond with your lifemates. For they are
your family now and we are an added bonus." His mother purrs.
You re-tie the belt to your big fluffy robe. You were going
to go out immediately and speak with Ardeth but decided to wait
upon hearing his parents in the living room. You watch silently as
Qui-Gon puts on his sleep pants minus underwear. You smile to
yourself at the delectable sight. He is so beautiful. Every inch
of his majestic body arouses and comforts you. You can only hope
his words are true when he says that you do the same.
"I always seem to come in at this point." Ardeth says just
inside the doorway. "In my haste and arrogance, I often miss the
intimacies."
"You are welcome to make more." You say walking to him.
Ardeth pulls you close quickly. He cranes down to meet you.
"I am sorry. I have never experienced true embarassment
before and I took my discomfort out on you."
"I accept." You two kiss, "Next time, I'll consult you two
before I make any major decisions for the family."
You release him. You both turn to Qui-Gon. He sits on the
bed observing you two. They don't speak. You quietly slip out the
room.
"So," Ardeth walks to the closet, "You have signed on for a
lifetime of this. Are you certain you want to stay?"
He smiles tossing his soiled tunics into a basket on the
floor.
Qui glances at the ceiling and grins, "I have done so for
twenty years, why would I stop now?"
He stops undressing, "Are we all right?"
Qui nods.
"Good," You say grinning and wrapping your arms around the
master, "Because I'm all right too."
"Little one no asked you." The master coos tickling you.
You giggle falling on the bed. The two of you rough house
tickling each other guffawing raucously.
"Be mindful," Ardeth says with mock derision, "I am
unaccustomed to your rough sexual ways."
"Oh really," Qui blurts still chuckling.
You stand up and begin stalking Ardeth.
"Perhaps I should have bonded with a village girl."
You can see he is withholding a grin.
"Maybe," You tackle him to the floor, "but could she do this?"
You pinch his ass. He yelps.
Chapter Four
Bohdan, Devishah and Chief Elkhana along with four other
elders stand in the darkness outside your home. They are next to
the outside wall of the master bedroom. Elkhana's purple robe
billows in the night air as he closes his eyes in prayer.
Thud, thud, thud, thud. Devishah smiles figuring it has to be
the headboard banging against the wall. She and her husband along
with the village elders have been outside the house for a little
over a half hour. Since their arrival, the moaning inside the
bedroom has been constant.
You cling to Qui's sweaty body. Your legs are anchored around
his hips as he hammers into you. You moan swiveling your hips to
accept all of him. His girth fills and stretches you, giving you
the perfect mixture of pleasure and ache. You grunt with each
thrust that grows in speed and strength.
"Love," Qui moans raggedly. He sinks into you caressing your
mind along with your body.
You shriek squeezing him. You pant, longing for more of his
touch. His heavy body secures your position beneath him. Qui
moans ramming you furiously. You both begin a climb towards
ecstasy.
Bohdan holds his wife close. They share an intimate smile
knowing that the lovemaking inside the home is consecrated within
the Living Force.
You whimper into Qui's chest with closed as eyes as his semen
coats your insides. Large hands hold you still enabling you to
receive his entire essence without fail.
"Oh master--." You squeak as he warms you.
Elkhana opens an old parchment scrolled on yellowed paper. He
reads aloud the sacred prayer in their ancient tongue.
Against a wall near the window you ride Ardeth's rigid member.
Your ragged breaths are barely inhaled before being pushed out by
his powerful hips. Perspiration from his muscular torso rubs onto
you coating you with his scent.
He raises you briefly into a seering passionate kiss. You
groan falling back onto his rigid cock where he continues to pound.
You and he whisper passionate words of love and desire. Soon he
begins to swear in Titanese.
"My boy." Bohdan smiles proudly at the hanging plant swinging
from its place on a metal rod. Ardeth's muffled voice drifts
through the walls, "he is strong."
Devishah nods knowing you and Ardeth have taken your place
against the far wall where Chief Elkhana's outstretched hand is
pointed. He says his final prayer.
"It is as if he knows." She whispers and smiles.
"It is done. We may go now." Elkhana acknowledges the group.
They slowly mill away.
"Force, yes....unnnnnggggghhhhhhh." You wail.
Ardeth pumps into you once.....twice.....three times. He moans,
his body stiffens. Suddenly, he spurts his hot seed into you.
You whimper feeling your interior bathed in his seed. The
force of his orgasm pushes he and Qui's sperm into your womb. His
body relaxes and his grip loosens. You hold him for dear life.
//Heart of mine, I have never loved you so much...// Ardeth
sighes completely sated.
//I know. My love, I know.//
Your trembling body crawls on the bed toward the master who
dozes. As you settle under the covers, you kiss him tenderly.
Qui-Gon drowsily responds pulling you into a warm embrace. Ardeth
snuggles you from behind, burying his face in the crook of your
neck where you feel his breath on your cooling skin. His sound
breathing tells you that he too has fallen into an exhausted yet
sated sleep.
--tbc (?)
--my-gin-gone