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The resolve that not publicly contradicting his Master
deserved a reward was put into play sooner than expected.
For the little boy that Qui-Gon claimed was the ‘Chosen
One’, Obi-Wan had been rejected, practically disowned, in front of the entire
Jedi Council. Qui-Gon had even said that Obi-Wan was ready to become a full
Jedi – and then ruined it by saying that he still had much to learn, making it
sound as though he were barely competent, just good enough to be knighted,
rather than tossed out in favour of a child that Qui-Gon had known for all of a
few days.
Obi-Wan had wanted some time to himself so as to not say
something one of them would regret, and had found himself near the Naboo
Embassy. After their encounter on the ship, Obi-Wan found himself seeking Sabe
out, to spend time together or talk about whatever was troubling then, and
telling himself each time that he would not get attached.
Luckily for his currently troubled thoughts, it didn’t take
more than a minute of searching before he ran into Sabe, who was walking with
the other Handmaidens and instantly recognised that something was wrong.
Having heard stories about Obi-Wan (in steamy detail) from
Sabe, and not able to resist a clearly hurt young man, they instantly took him
with them to the Embassy gardens, quickly extracting the whole story. Eirtae
wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “My name is Eirtae, and we know you are worth more than that.”
Sache kissed him softly. “I’m Sache, and we’ll do whatever
we can to help.”
Sabe joined in with a much more intimate embrace, and
Obi-Wan’s lips quirked in a very faint smile. “Thank you, ladies, but no one
has ever managed to make Qui-Gon admit that he was wrong, or get him to back
down on something he believes in.”
The three Handmaidens looked as though they were ready to be
the first (and second and third), but decided that there were times when people
just needed to forget the world and whatever was happening. They swept him into
the Handmaiden Dormitory and sat him down on the bed, removing his robe and
tunic. Remembering her previous resolution, Sabe got there first, kissing him
firmly while Eirtae won the race to take him in her mouth. Sache sulked for a
moment, but went on to start preparing herself instead. Slow and steady won the
race, and all that.
Eirtae was talented with her mouth in more ways than just
giving speeches, and it didn’t take long before Obi-Wan was hard enough to
knock down a tree. Eirtae pulled back and stood up as Sache slid in, bumping
Sabe to the side.
Sache mounted the Jedi, moaning as she took him in her ass
and his hands started exploring, while Sabe gave the third Handmaiden an arch
look. “That was enthusiastic.”
Eirtae shrugged, murmuring to Sabe. “I don’t know, there’s
just something about him that makes me want to nurse him with soup and a
blowjob.”
A loud gasp from Sache drew their attention back to the
point. Namely, that they were planning on showing Obi-Wan the time of his life.
Sache writhed, whimpering as she strained for more. The
invisible force trick that had prepared Sabe the first time was being used
again, this time to plunder Sache’s cunt, and the handmaiden obviously loved
it, if the way she thrashed against him was any indication. “Nungh! Oh, please…
please… give it to me harder!”
Presumably, the young Jedi did so, because it didn’t take
long for Sache to let out a muffled shriek of pleasure, causing her frantic
movements to slow as the energy drained from her body. Sabe and Eirtae advanced
as Sache withdrew, fully intent on outclassing their fellow handmaiden.
They all froze at the sound of the door opening. “Hey,
Kenobi, I heard – “
The voice cut off with a splutter and the four occupants
looked at the tall youth standing in the doorway. He was dressed in the robes
of a Jedi; a braid like Obi-Wan’s hanging from behind his ear
Sabe didn’t know how Obi-Wan managed to remain calm and
casual as his friend openly stared, but he did. “Ladies, this is Garen Muln, my
best friend, though what he is doing here, I don’t know.”
Garen rolled his eyes. “My master is on the Council, in case
you forgot, which means that ‘Ria and Siri know, too. Master Windu confined
‘Ria to their rooms before she could go after Jinn, unfortunately, so she
commed Bant and they all sent me to see if you needed anything. It looks like
you have that covered, though.”
Sache giggled, reaching for Garen’s sash. “Yes, we do, but
I’m glad that Jedi Kenobi has such a good friend to help him.”
So was Garen, if the attention of a naked, nubile young
woman was the result. The Force pulled a stool over, and Sache went to sit
down, only for it to flip over at the last second, meaning that a thick leg
penetrated her before she caught herself. Sache tried to stand, only for the
chair to follow her up, “Unh!”
Garen smirked. “You’ll be sitting on something bigger than
that in a moment.” He swiftly finished undressing and pulled her close. “Brace
yourself.”
Sache was about to make a snide remark about men who said
things like that, but quickly found out that Garen hadn’t been joking. He was
slightly thicker than Obi-Wan, but not as long. Even so, it was more than
enough to fill a slender young girl. For a moment, Sache cursed the Jedi Code
for forbidding relationships.
It should be a crime to force two men like these to live as
monks!
Eirtae lay on her back, letting Obi-Wan plough her while
Sache and Sabe started on Garen. He took her with bruising force, and she
gripped him tightly between her thighs. After Sabe had been sent to ‘reward’
the young Jedi, Eirtae had thought that the Senior Handmaiden’s recounting had
been exaggerated to make it sound better, since everyone knew that Jedi didn’t
have relationships, but now she wondered if Sabe hadn’t been understating things.
Obi-Wan knew that the Handmaiden currently beneath him was
going to be as sore as anything by the next day, but he couldn’t help the
gratitude he felt at what they were doing for him. The insecurity of not being
enough in comparison to an untrained nine-year-old was eased when Sache proved
that his finely-tuned skills of energy-manipulation and emotional-suggestion
were still good (though he was certain that this was not what Master Yoda had
in mind when he taught Initiates the skill). Eirtae’s unconditional surrender
to him, allowing him to do whatever he wished to her, allowed him the illusion
of control, rather than the panic and disorientation when his world was turned
upside down.
Perhaps that was what Qui-Gon had meant when he said that he
was young to take the Trials: that he still had the natural reaction of a
red-blooded human male when approached by an attractive human female roughly
the same age and bent on seduction.
As Eirtae collapsed after a screaming orgasm, Sabe
approached again. Sache and Eirtae had eased his tension, but it was clear that
he was still hurting. Taking his hand, she led him further away from Sache and
Garen’s enthusiastic introduction, sitting him down and sliding her arms around
him. His strong hands trailed slowly over her body. “I feel so lost, Sabe. I’ve
been his apprentice for over a decade, and suddenly it doesn’t matter, and I’m
cast aside like last week’s holonews.”
Sabe kissed him gently, knowing that what he needed right
now was comfort, more than sex. “Qui-Gon is an idiot, but I’m sure that, once
he realizes the extent of what he said, he will try to make amends. We all have
trouble trying to express what we mean, sometimes.”
It seemed to help, but Obi-Wan’s brow still wrinkled. “But
what if he doesn’t? This close to the Trials, what other Master will take me
on? Padawans without a Master often go to the Agricorps, and I won’t fit in
there, not after so long training for Knighthood.”
Sabe held him tighter. “Then you return with us to Naboo,
and we’ll work something out. You saved the Queen’s life, and no-one will
forget that. The Queen respects you, and I – “
She broke off, not sure how to continue, and Obi-Wan smiled
for the first time. “I know. I feel the same way.”
There was a moment of silence, before Sabe spoke again. “Who
are the people Garen mentioned? Bant and Siri and ‘Ria?”
Obi-Wan grinned wickedly. “Bant Eerin, Siri Tachi and
Vaneria Windrider. Bant has been one of my best friends as far back as I can
remember. The other two are the Padawans of Master Adi Gallia and Senior
Council Master Mace Windu. Everyone thinks that ‘Ria is a bit off, because she
truly believes that Master Windu is very gentle and everyone who calls him
‘bloody intimidating’ is making a fuss over nothing.”
Naboo had always had a cordial relationship with the Jedi
Order, and Sabe had studied the profiles of the Jedi that they were most likely
to interact with. Tall, stern and foreboding, the only living Master of Vaapad,
most people found the description of ‘bloody intimidating’ to be putting it mildly.
The dark-haired, slender girl with gentle eyes and an enigmatic smile, who had
been listed as his current apprentice, made for a very drastic counter, but
hadn’t looked insane. “Maybe he’s
different around his apprentices?”
Even she could hear the uncertainty in her voice, and
Obi-Wan smiled again. “Perhaps. Either way, she’s a loyal and fiercely
protective friend.” He drew her closer, “May I?”
Sabe felt his hard shaft between her thighs and wriggled
into a more comfortable position, lowering herself down as his hands shifted to
her breasts. She winced slightly as her body stretched to accommodate him,
relishing the feel of the young Jedi inside her. “With the greatest of
pleasure.”
It was not hard and fast, like the other times, but slow and
intimate, connecting on a deeper level that made Sabe hope, for one brief,
treacherous, selfish moment, that Obi-Wan could stay with her on Naboo.
It was frightening, that Obi-Wan had come to mean so much to
her in such a short time, especially with the future so uncertain.
But Padme had a bright future in politics after her reign,
and even her duties as queen would bring her to Coruscant on occasion.
Commitment was forbidden by the Jedi Code, but if she had Obi-Wan’s love, Sabe
knew that she could endure it. Love, but not Commitment. It wasn’t ideal, but
she could live with that.
She gave a squeak of surprise as Obi-Wan flipped them over,
landing on her back and pulling him down with her.
Sabe twined her arms around his neck, moaning softly as she
pressed herself against him. Obi-Wan was gentle but passionate as he moved
within her, and Sabe clenched tightly around him, wanting to keep him with her
for as long as possible. She nibbled lightly on his earlobe, “Please, Obi-Wan,
take me as hard as you can – ooh!”
It was one of the most erotic things Obi-Wan had heard, as
was the squeak as he slammed into her. Sabe’s hips rose to meet him, her head
falling back as his mouth descended toward her breasts. She gasped with each
thrust, relishing the sensations as she begged for more. Sabe remembered the
first time together – could it really have been only a few days ago – and all
that they had shared.
She screamed, mentally thanking the Gods that the walls were
sound-proof, as she came hard and Obi-Wan practically exploded inside her.
Bonelessly, she slumped onto the mattress, pulling him down beside her and
wriggling further into his arms. Obi-Wan was still sheathed inside her, but
only tightened his arms around Sabe’s lithe body. Just being in her arms was
enough for now. The other three occupants of the room were busy, and didn’t pay
attention as they curled up together, whispering their fears and weaknesses and
soothing them with murmured reassurance.
Eirtae moaned even louder as Garen penetrated her, ready to
beg, if she had to, as long as he kept fucking her. She didn’t have to, as the ‘No
Attachment’ rule took its toll on hormonal young Jedi, the same as any species,
and Garen was no exception. He pounded into the nubile handmaiden, gripping the
breasts of the one beneath them, his own breath coming in rough pants.
A quick glance over to where his friend lay made him smile.
Obi-Wan was curled up with the third Handmaiden, still inside her as they spoke
in low voices. He returned to the tight space where Eirtae and Sache pressed
together, the same Force Trick Obi-Wan had used drawing twin squeaks and making
them squirm. With their pussies so close, the shafts of energy inside each girl
couldn’t move without penetrating the other, so that it felt like having two
dicks in each cunt, along with the friction of Garen between them.
It took several moments of discomfort to accommodate the
sensation, but they managed, almost crying for release. “Nnugh! Please…
ah,ah,ah! Oh, yes… yes, give it to me! I need your Jedi cock! Ah! Ah! Oh, right
there! Unh!”
Unable to hold back, his cum splashed over their bellies as
the two Handmaidens nearly exploded with twin shrieks and all three collapsed
in a tangle of spent limbs. Eirtae roused herself enough for a single question.
“When do you have to be back at the temple?”
It was Obi-Wan who answered from where he was entwined with
Sabe, gently caressing each other. “Not for a few more hours, though I’m
probably in for a lecture, anyway.”
Sabe growled softly and muttered something unkind about
Master Jinn, to Garen’s not entirely hidden amusement. It was very telling that
Obi-Wan didn’t leap to his Master’s defence, but only smiled sadly. It must be
worse than Garen thought.
Obi-Wan had come within seconds of blowing himself up to
save Jinn and a colony of miners before Qui-Gon had accepted him as a padawan,
and even then it was a constant struggle to prove himself in the stern Master’s
eyes. Jinn was well-known for skirting the edges of the code to help others,
whether it had anything to do with their current mission or not, but after the
betrayal of his first padawan, Xanatos, Jinn was critical of even the slightest
deviation on Obi-Wan’s part. Obi-Wan was expected to follow orders without
question, to do whatever his Master told him, even if it ran against his better
judgement. But he endured.
Until now, when Master Jinn rejected him in favour of a boy
too old, too angry, too uncertain for the Council to agree to train him.
Even if Obi-Wan’s (Obvious-To-Those-Who-Had-Known-Him-From-Infancy)
feelings for the Handmaiden resting in his arms were stronger than physical
gratification, Garen wouldn’t begrudge him the affection, or reveal it to
anyone else. Obi-Wan needed more than the sympathy of friends, needed something
that was aimed at him alone.
Besides, after the events of the last hour, Garen would have
done just about anything for his friend.
He stood up, pulling on his robes. “I should get back before
Her Skyness,” (Garen’s Master, Clee Rhara, was a magnificent pilot, and had
earned the nickname from some of the non-Jedi she had worked with) “Starts
looking for us. I’ll make your excuses.”
Obi-Wan nodded. “Thank you, Garen. Good luck heading off the
others.”
Garen winced and gave thanks that Siri was preparing for a
mission with her Master and Vaneria was probably still confined to her rooms.
Bant, the Mon Cal Healer-in-training, was going to be bad enough.
He glanced backward as he closed the door behind him, seeing
the other two Handmaidens curl protectively around Obi-Wan and Sabe.
Lucky bastard.
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