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Lyra	By : Wanabee Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 3599 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. These characters are mine, and so is Ruy.

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The three of you are sitting at the table, Doujo in a . Droids have cleared the dinner away. The conversation mostly consisted of Master and Apprentice describing humorous events at the Temple. All serious or pertinent subjects were seemingly banned. You were relieved that nothing was expected of you except to drink along with the Jedi. The alcohol is having its effect and the laughter has escalated, when suddenly Doujo reaches into the pocket of his tunic and pulls out the deck of cards, saying, "Shall we continue?"
"Excuse me?"

"Round two."

"I don�t think so. But thank you for the lovely game."

Ridan chuckles. Doujo frowns, "You can�t quit. That�s not sporting. If you expect Jedi to be honorable, you must be so, too."

"But, I don�t want to play."

"I can see that, but you still have to honor your commitment. You said you would play."
"This is silly. Very well, but remember you said you would let me win."

"And so you did win. I didn�t say you would win every round."

"But�"

Ridan intercedes, "I�m afraid he�s right. Fortunately, I am free to play this time as well, so perhaps I can keep my apprentice in check." You gulp, suddenly feeling very small.

This round does not go well for you. Master and Apprentice battle for points, but few fall to you. Doujo plays a card, and "Geen! 1 point. That�s a round. What is the score?"
"I believe it is Honored Guest Lyra, 2 points, Master Bristel, 10 points, and Padawan Keden, 11 points. I�m sorry, little one, I tried to save you. I believe Doujo plays this game more frequently than I thought."

Doujo snorts as he collects the cards. "Not practice, Master, skill!"

Ridan continues, "Well, what that means is that Doujo has 1 point over me and 9 over you, and that I have 8 over you. The 1 point he has over me is typically spent on the right to first choice."

"Yep."

"Very well, I cede it. But might I suggest, Doujo, that you not spend too hastily?"
As he pockets the deck he replies, "Master, after two hours of running around the ship, my plans are made."

You find your voice to say, "What�what are the points between us worth?"

They both look at you, and Ridan answers, "It is unfortunate that you played a game of which you did not understand the stakes, but it cannot be helped now. The variation of Trek that you played is called Eight-point because that�s the maximum. Eight points takes all."

Your voice has become even smaller, "All?"

Doujo smiles and leans forward, "As in �all the way.� "
Panic begins to well up in you, but mingled with it is desire. You find you can�t take your eyes off his dark brown ones as he rises and moves around the table to you. Your lips dry, but unwilling to egg him on by wetting them with your tongue, you scramble for your water, spilling it. Seeing your fright, Ridan warns Doujo with a touch and a look. The Master kneels by you, "Calm yourself, little one. No one will hurt you. My apprentice is stung that he made the mistake of putting himself in your power, but that will not cloud his judgement. He is still a Jedi, and you are in good hands. Have you seen the view yet? Come." He takes your good hand and leads you to a sitting area by a glass wall, and now you can see that what seemed to be a dark picture on the wall is in fact a window. The trip to Ruy had been in a dripping 9^th class hold where the best view had been the rat fights, so you have never seen stars moving by. Some streak past leaving contrails on your retina, while others move past one another lazily. Some even seem to be coming along with you. It is indeed beautiful, and with three Flaming Blastdoors and a Lady�s Regret in your stomach, intoxicating. You scarcely notice that there is a Jedi on either side of you pretending to admire the view.

"It�s so lovely," you breathe.

Doujo turns to look at you, puts his arm behind you and leans in, "Yes." You turn towards him to push him away but your good arm is trapped between you, and before you know it his other arm is snaked around you and he has pressed you against Ridan. With one last look, he sees that your surprise has turned to acquiescence, and he kisses your neck. You melt, and your hand comes up to guide his head to yours, his mouth to yours. In a moment, the fear and mistrust are gone in the face of your long-denied need for companionship, touch, union, love. You hand travels down his neck to his chest, and you feel a burning need to touch his warm skin. Doujo breaks away to bend and pick you up. He carries you into his bedroom, followed by Ridan. He puts you on the bed into his Master�s arms. Ridan is enormous; his size dwarfs yours, and you look straight up to see him gazing intently down at you. You reach up to pull his neck down, and then slide your hand down his chest, and as he begins to kiss you, his large hand slips your dress off one shoulder. Your good hand guides his to your breast, and the rough touch is delicious, but then Doujo is there, having removed his shirt and boots, saying "Master, can�t I trust you for a moment? You spent your point."
Ridan sighs, whispers "Later, little one," and moves behind you, pulling you up to the head of the bed where you sit on his lap and lean against the rough tunic covering his massive chest. Your head rests on his shoulder, and he must be content with his hands stroking your waist and stomach, and his mouth exploring your earlobe and hairline. For now he gives way to his apprentice, who has arrived in full force. Doujo is about to kiss you when he hesitates, a breath away, and looks deeply into your eyes. You see his hesitation, smile, and say, "I think I spent my points rather foolishly."

That�s all the encouragement he needs. You feel him smile against your lips. Your hand travels from his beautiful face down his strong neck to his lithe and muscular chest to stroke his stomach. He shudders and then straddles your legs, bent over to kiss you, his hands free to roam your bare breasts. Ridan has loosened your dress at the waist, so as Doujo�s hands go lower, Ridan�s powerful ones grasp your waist and lift you while Doujo removes your dress. "I didn�t think you could be more beautiful," says Doujo. Now you are naked between these two Jedi, and the sensations coming to every part of your body overwhelm you. You can feel the Master�s desire behind you. Your hands lower to Doujo�s belt, but are stymied by the knot. You pull your mouth away to say, "Is this a Jedi chastity belt?"

He chuckles and says, "I told you, I have a plan. I�m not ready to let it out yet." Then with a last kiss on the corner of your mouth, he leaves a trail of kisses down your neck, between your breasts, over your stomach, and along your thigh. He looks up at you grins, pushes your legs open, and dives in. Your orgasm hits instantly, your legs clamping around his head, your back arching against Ridan and your hand reaching back to pull his head forward and kiss him. He moans and splays his hands over your taut breasts. When your orgasm has passed, Doujo rests his head on your thigh, and all three of you are still while you barely breathe from the aftereffects. When you stir, Doujo works his way back up you, leaving a trail of kisses from your thigh to your neck. You reach for him but he gets off the bed to remove his pants. While he is gone, Ridan takes the opportunity to roam lower, and his hands have invaded your thighs before Doujo can push them away. "You�ll get your turn, Master. I haven�t had it all yet."
"Doujo, please," you beg.

"Please, what?" he asks gently.

You smile. "I want it all. Give it to me."

"Eight points worth, love," he growls.

Love. Now there�s a word you haven�t heard in a while. You know it was just a figure of speech. You know he didn�t mean it. You giggle as you realize the quickest way to dampen his enthusiasm and end this would be to acknowledge what he had said. He mistakes your laughter, "That�s not the reaction I hoped for, but� considering your first reaction to me backstage was to beat the tar out of me, I�ll take it." If this is a place where people toss around the word "love," you�ll take it too.
Ridan interjects with a strain in his voice: "Are you going to listen to yourself talk, or are you going to take her?"

Doujo replies, "Where has your patience gone, Master? Just for that remark, I will take her," and he lifts you from Ridan onto the bed. Your back feels lonely, but you open to him, he mounts, and is inside you, filling you. He supports himself on one arm and with his other hand he strokes your face, then as his speed increases he is kissing you deeply and stroking your breast. You feel him hold himself back, you sense the strain in him as he waits for you to arrive. "Come for me, Lyra. I want to see what I do for you, in your face." With those kind words, the last defenses fall, and you call his name as the spasms crash around you, quickly followed by your lover�s. He collapses on you, supporting himself partly on his arms, but partly crushing you, deliciously, with human warmth and weight. "That was definitely worth two hours of running around the deck." You smile and stroke his hair, and memories surge back to you, but you stop and push them away.
As your breathing slows, there is a stir from the head of the bed. You turn your head to him, reach out, and smile. He takes your hand and moves closer, kissing it. "How do I get this oaf off of me?" you ask.

"I heard that."

"Doujo, you have used up your point. She is mine now."

"Very well, Master. Do I get to play backrest now?"

"No, sitting back there gave me an idea. Little one, come back where you were." You oblige him, leaning against him again, but this time his hands are all over you, and your lips are his alone. When you are close to peak, he draws back. Doujo holds you forward and kisses you, your hand roaming his body, until Ridan pulls you back on his hips and draws your legs apart to straddle his muscular thighs. He has loosened his pants and as he pulls you down, his enormous member begins to enter you. He stops partway and begins to stroke your breast and between your thighs. "Are you all right?" he asks.
Doujo stops kissing you and looks seriously at you. "Why is he stopping?" you ask breathlessly.

Doujo smiles over your shoulder, "Yes, Master, she�s all right," before kissing you again. You break the kiss to lean forward in order to accommodate Ridan�s girth. The pure sensation of fullness is nearly unbearably pleasurable, and his continued attention to your body with his free hand is driving you wild. Doujo helps support you, and you see that his arousal has returned. You have no free working hand, but you touch his phallus with your tongue, and he responds. You take it into your mouth and stroke in time with Ridan, who is supporting your hips and moving you back and forth. When Ridan begins to groan and you begin to shudder, however, Doujo pulls out. You lean back against Ridan, whose fingers bring you to clenching climax around his club. With a bear�s roar he breaks free, and with joy you can feel him emptying into your uterus. He collapses against the head of the bed, closing his eyes, and allows Doujo to take you from his arms. Doujo holds you for some minutes, then says, "Lyra, love�"

That word again. "Yes, love?" Two can play that game.
"Well�I�m not sure it�s gentlemanly to bring up�"

"Now you�re worried about being a gentleman?"

He begins to protest, "I�m always a gentleman�" when Ridan chuckles and interjects, "Padawan, there are degrees of gentility. We may have surpassed a few degrees in some respects tonight."
Doujo reflects and responds, somewhat desperately, "Fair enough, Master, perhaps "sporting" is the word I�m looking for. It�s just that I have one more point against Lyra, and I need to use it."

You take a look down and smile. "You do indeed. Fair is fair."

Ridan sighs, "Youth," and maneuvers to lie flat on one side of the bed, worn out.

You ask, "You�re not going to make me run up and down the hall, are you?"
He grabs hold of you and laughs, "Not on your life!"

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A persistent bell wakes you up. You find that you�ve been sleeping face down on top of Ridan, who is naked now. He must have moved you here later on. It�s like sleeping on a minor mountain, only warmer. You bury your face in your hair to go back to sleep, but the bell is almost constant now and you hear Doujo pulling on his pants as he hops out the bedroom door. He opens the front door to face an annoyed Healer. "Oh," he says.

"Yes, �Oh,�" replies Healer G�noa-Fan. "You can stay, that�s between you and your Master, but Lyra was supposed to be back half an hour ago. I�m still treating her." He tries to look past Doujo into the darkness. "Is she in there?"
"I�ll bring her back, just give us five minutes. We�ll be right behind you."

"Use the air-chair."

Doujo nods and closes the door. He turns on the light in his bedroom and everyone blinks. He activates the air-chair and gathers your dress. Ridan sits up and you are sleepily sitting on his lap. He comments, "I believe I foolishly promised Healer G�noa-Fan I�d return you in good shape. I�m not sure this qualifies."

They help you slip the dress on and fasten it. You give a last hug and kiss to Ridan. As you get into the air-chair, you say, "I�m actually thankful for this thing. I�m not sure I�m going to do much walking for a while. Whew!"

Doujo makes a face at the chair. "It�s rather emasculating. I�d rather carry you, but I don�t think the Healer would be impressed."
"Don�t worry, I�m already impressed."

The two of you proceed down the empty corridors in silence. As you approach sick bay, you turn and look up, saying, "Doujo�" He stops and squats down in front of you. You wanted to tell him this was special, that you didn�t do this every day, that you�d only ever been with one other man your whole life. You don�t want him to think you�re a two-bit bar floozy. But� maybe they are. Maybe they do this with every woman they meet. Maybe they�ll think you�re silly to think it was anything. You don�t want to come off as some clingy loser. So you just say, "It�s been a long time."

"I know," he says, and kisses you. He pushes you into sick bay, and the Healer fusses over you: behind a curtain and back into the shorts and tank top, hooked back up to the IVs, and handheld monitors with zigzag graphs waved over you like incantations. Doujo takes off his shirt and lies down in his bed. He is propping his head up on one hand, looking at you when the curtain is opened. "You�re staying?" you ask.
"Oh, yeah." He pounds the hard pad of the bed. "I�m not passing up this comfort. And I haven�t finished my magazine." You smile at him as the lights go out.
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