Author: Lanna C email: dewlannaa@hotmail.com
Archive: ok
Category: PWP
Disclaimer: All characters except the woman in red are
borrowed and will be returned unharmed.
Feedback: "You may fire when ready."
Pairing: Q/f
Rating: NC-17
Summary: 19 year old Qui-Gon meets a dominating older woman
Timeline: 40 years before TPM

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Torture. That was the best way to describe this night. He was surrounded
by a group of giggling teenage girls all asking questions like; 'Do Jedi date?'
'Do Jedi go to dances?'. Qui-Gon politely replied to each question while counting
down the minutes until he could leave. He hated these gatherings. They were
full of political maneuverings. Not one of the hundreds of beings at these functions,
with the exception of the young ladies at hand, could be taken as they presented
themselves. They were all after something, a favor here, a vote there. Why were
they made to go to these things? He'd met enough politicians to last a lifetime and
had yet to find one of merit.

A figure in red on the opposite side of the cavernous ballroom caught his eye. A
woman in a red strapless gown. Beautiful with long dark hair that hung below her
waist. She met his gaze and smiled. She was an older woman, but it was impossible
to tell how much older. Maybe as few as five or as many as twenty. She seemed to
have an ageless beauty about her. He made his excuses to the attentive young
ladies and set off after the woman in red.

By the time he reached her position she had gone. He wandered through the
crowd of guests searching for her in vain. What was he doing? It was unlike him to
pursue anyone so doggedly. He needed to get some air. Nearby a heavy curtain rippled
in the breeze. Behind it lay an open door leading out onto a balcony.

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"What kept you?" Qui-Gon was hardly surprised to find the woman in the red dress
standing in the shadows. He had felt compelled to come out here and now he knew
why. She was a Force user. He was at once wary and excited. A slight wave of her
hand and the balcony doors shut. She moved close, her body next to his. He could
feel the warmth radiating from her. His gaze met hers and he was lost in a world of
erotic images. She leaned in, her breath tickling his ear as she spoke. "You know
what I want. She grabbed his penis, stroking the length of it through his pants. "Ooh
you're a big boy! I knew you would be. Do you know how to use this?"

"I think I can manage." He replied, trying to sound calmer than he felt. Part of him
felt he should leave but another part was thinking 'Are you crazy? You can handle
her! You want this!' He wanted it really bad. She was sucking his earlobe and had
given him a massive erection.

"I'll bet you can." She wasted no time and had no trouble removing his tunics. If his
brain had been functioning properly he would have realized she had probably been
with other Jedi. She raked her nails down his bare chest, drawing blood. He cried
out in pain but would have had her do it again and again. She lapped up the drops
of blood hungrily. Qui-Gon was on fire to have her. He grabbed a fist full of her dark
hair, pulling her head back. He kissed her roughly and she bit his lower lip. He hurriedly
unfastened his pants and freeing his throbbing organ, he pushed her head down to
it. She laughed wickedly then took him in her mouth. She was very well
skilled. She brought him to the brink of ejaculation time and time again, always
easing back when he thought he would burst. Still holding onto her hair, he yanked
her to her feet. She began to laugh again which infuriated him. He pulled down the
front of her dress, roughly grabbing the exposed breasts. He took a hard nipple into
his mouth, sucking eagerly. "Yes!" She uttered, pressing his face tighter against
her bosom. "Bite me! Harder!" He bit down hard, tasting her blood, drinking it.
"That's it." She cooed. Knowing his release was near, Qui-Gon started to lift up
her skirt. She grabbed his hand stopping him. "No!" She ordered harshly. "You
fuck me like the animal I know you are!"

"As you wish!" He grunted. Tired of her games, he turned her away from him
and bent her over. She gripped the balcony railing as he raised her dress up
over her back. He ripped the panties from her body, sending them out into the
night sky. She laughed again, making him plow full force into her wet opening.

"Harder!" She groaned. "Faster!" Their bodies slapped together loudly as he
pounded relentlessly into her. He wound her hair around his fist, pulling her
head up as he continued savagely. "That's it!" She howled. "Don't stop!" Sweat
poured from his body, mixing with his blood, burning his wounds. Finally she
climaxed, her vaginal muscles spasming violently around his raw member. He
cried out as his boiling seed burst inside her.

Out of breath, his leg muscles feeling very weak, Qui-Gon released her and
gripped the railing to steady himself. "Will I ever see you again?" He panted.
When she didn't answer he turned and she was gone.

END