First Training
"Are you sure it will be okay Master?" Anakin asked, his eyes shut tightly as he felt the muscles tense over his entire body.
"Of course it will Anakin, come now – you just need to stay calm and let it into you. Trust me. You'll feel a lot better once you start letting it in." Obi Wan reassured him, stroking his beard with his one free hand. The other held the long, solid shaft firmly in its grasp, somewhat positioned at the ready though he didn't expect he would need it immediately. Anakin gave a brief nod and tried to relax his body as much as he could, though it was certainly a difficult task. His arms and his legs ached – it felt like they'd been trying to go at it for hours in a multitude of ways, and this was just his master's latest new torture. Still, he knew it had to be done, for better or for worse.
"Alright then, master…I…I think I'm ready now." Anakin said with his voice slowly losing its edge, calm beginning to seep into his mind.
"Good, Anakin, very good. Embrace it wholly; let it become a part of you." The elder Jedi continued to instruct him, offering him reassurance in a soft yet somewhat authorative voice as his pupil progressed. Anakin could feel it sinking into his body, the muscles tense where it entered at first, though they soon relaxed again when he was not met with the uncomfortable pain he had expected. Instead a great rush of exhilaration and euphoria flooded his system, as if Ambrosia were being poured down his throat with every passing second. His lips parted slowly to release a relieved sigh and his chest heaved as he swallowed air desperately, having only now realised quite how nervous he had first been.
He felt himself throbbing even now, but he knew it was no longer anything to worry about – he had followed his master's orders, and in return had finally found himself feeling complete for the first time in his life. The blood rushed through his system and it felt as if he was being filled entirely – he had been entered only for the feeling of life to drown his body from the inside. Anakin felt light-headed and put one palm to his forehead, and Obi-Wan looked at him hesitantly but decided against ending what they had begun. They had come too far to stop now. It continued for only a few minutes, but the first experience for Anakin felt like an entire lifetime – he had not lived up until this moment in time when he truly grew into manhood. His heartbeat seemed to synchronise with the rhythmical pumping into his body that felt so right to him, and he embraced it entirely without hesitation. It only came to a stop when Anakin finally felt himself full to the point of exploding, and in the excitement grew faint and collapsed to the floor. Obi Wan smiled down to him, placing his lightsaber again on his belt and hauling the boy into his arms to carry him to his room for rest.
"Dear me, Anakin, you're far too eager," he chided, though he knew he would not be heard by his padawan, "you can't let so much of the force into you all at once – especially not on your first try."