Mandalore - Ruined City in on the Plains
It was cold out on the plains and the stone and duracrete did nothing to insulate against the wind. Fire was dangerous but considering the elements, it was necessary. Deep in what was once probably a storeroom or basement of a house, two figures huddles beneath blankets and thick cloaks. Two humans, a male and a female, in their late teens. "I'm sure Master Qui-Gon will be back soon;" said the male, trying to sound confident and reassuring. It clearly wasn't working.
"I'm sure he will;" said the other. "But until then, we do need something to warm us more than these old blankets and cloaks."
Jedi Padawan Obi-wan Kenobi sighed and shrugged off the blanket. "I'll go grab some wood and see if we can't get a fire going. But it's dangerous, Duchess. They may be able to pick up our heat signature."
Duchess Satine Kryze replied through chattering teeth, "We don't have a choice, Obi-wan."
"You're probably right. Keep that blaster handy;" said the Jedi, pointing to the WESTAR-35 blaster pistol beside her.
Satine looked at it with disdain. "I'm a pacifist, remember? I don't believe in fighting."
Obi-wan scowled in irritation. "You just can't make my job just a little easier, can you? I'll be back. Try not to get noticed and killed."
He disappeared up the stairwell and into the house above. Satine could hear him cursing and growling about her stubbornness but she didn't mind. This civil war was taking its toll on her people. Many had died already either during the fighting or because of famine and disease that would have been no problem to address had not the government's money been spent on weapons, ships and armor. The idea made her sick and angry and she kicked the blaster away. After this war ended, she would never again take up a lethal weapon against another being, not even if they were seeking to kill her.
Looking upward, her mind turned to her protector. Obi-wan was kind and courteous and considerate, even if he was easily annoyed by her convictions. She couldn't fault him too much since he was charged with protecting her. Most people in her situation would be willing to keep herself safe, making his mission much easier. But she couldn't do it. Obi-wan's Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn had struck out alone to head off a team of bounty hunters and Death Watch Mandalorians. She hoped that it wouldn't take him long to return but, judging by how long it had in the passed months, it would probably be a few days before they met up again.
Suddenly, Obi-wan rushed back down and said, "I found a better place. It's less than a block away. There are beds in the basement and already a store of fuel for the fire. Best of all: there's food and water there."
Satine got up and grabbed both blankets before following him up the stairs. The wind was howling outside and it had begun to snow. Quickly, they hurried to the next house and went down through the storm shelter entrance. Using the force, Obi-wan closed it behind them and sealed it. True to what he had said, there was a goodly store of fire wood down there and starter fluid as well. In the corner were three large canteens and a case of field rations. Satine's eyes began to tear up and she cleared her throat. Clearly this had once been a place where refugees had tried to hide and were dragged or driven away. She tried to be strong and not show her emotion but Obi-wan easily noticed it. "I'm sorry, Duchess;" he murmured, wrapping the blanket more securely around her.
Clearing her throat, she smiled and said, "You know, you can call me Satine, Obi-wan. I wouldn't be offended. I think we are a bit past formalities at the moment."
Clearly despite his attempt to stay serene and impassive, Obi-wan was still unable to suppress a smile. Carefully, he stacked wood for a fire that one could fit in a war helmet and started it. The dancing flames were such a relief that both of their moods became better immediately. Sighing with pleasure as the warmth began to seep into them, they were soon smiling. The box of rations were untouched and they were quickly munching on the food. Obi-wan also found a couple small containers, one of which had stim tea and the other of which was half full of instant caf. Eagerly, he made a cup of caf for himself and a cup of stim tea for Satine and they sipped on them, adding to the warmth that they were getting from the fire.
Despite the caf and stim tea, they soon became sleepy thanks to full bellies and warmth - and that nearly proved to be there end. Obi-wan's Jedi danger sense began to tingle just before he nodded off. Quickly and silently, he stood to his feet. "What is it?" asked Satine, her voice slurred with drowsiness.
"SHHH!" said Obi-wan and point upward. She heard it instantly - there were beings up above.
Heavy boots were tramping on the floor above them and harsh, non-human voices could be heard speaking in a language that was not Galactic Basic. It wasn't Mandalorian either. Obi-wan looked around and saw a box of some kind. It was large enough to hide one of them. Quickly, he went over and opened it, finding several more rough blankets, three bedrolls and three flat pillows as well. Quickly, he removed one of the pillows, one of the rolls and two more of the blankets, hurrying them to the fire side. That done, he emptied the rest and motioned to Satine. "Come on;" he whispered urgently. "get inside and I'll cover you with the extra."
"What about you?" she asked.
"I'm not the one they're looking for. If I'm lucking, they'll leave me alone. Either way, we cannot let them find you!" he insisted.
Biting her lip, Satine hesitated before clambering in and lying down. Obi-wan carefully covered her with the other bedding and closed the large box before hurrying back to the fire and setting up as if he were about to go to sleep. Just then, the trap door to the room opened and one at a time, three figures dropped into the room. They were large creatures - Shistavanens with cold yellow eyes. They were growling and their claws were bared. The leader made a demand in his own tongue. "I don't speak your language;" he said calmly, calling on the force to keep him from panicking.
The other snarled in very broken basic. "Where is the Duchess? We can smell her!"
"No Duchess here, I'm afraid;" said Obi-wan grimly. "If she was here, she left before I arrived."
One of the creatures snarled and got right up close, its nose twitching and sniffing. "I can smell her on you, Human boy;" he growled.
"I found these lying here. Maybe you're smelling her on this blanket;" he said, unwrapping himself and handing it to him.
One of the other lupine creatures growled something. In the short conversation that followed, Obi-wan gathered that they didn't believe him and got ready to fight. Suddenly, the one that spoke basic said, "We don't have time for games. If we find that you've lied to us, we'll return."
Suddenly, the wolf-man backhanded him so hard that he spun to the floor. With a savage snarl, the Shistavanen kicked him brutally in the ribs. Chuckling to themselves, the three bounty hunters climbed back up into the house above and then out into the storm. Crawling over to the box, he said, "Stay in there for a bit. They may come back and I don't want them to find you or any evidence of you if they do."
His voice was raspy and he was certain that he had a broken rib, if not several. Carefully, wincing and wheezing from the effort, he crawled over and lay on the bedroll. Realizing that he was about to pass out, he took a deep breath and eased himself into a Jedi healing trance.
He woke up much warmer than he had laid down, with his boots, tabbard and tunic off and a pair of blankets over him. Groggily, he craned his neck. Satine was sitting there eating a ration biscuit, gazing distantly into the fire. "Are you alright?" he asked, surprised when his voice croaked.
His throat was very, very dry. Satine grabbed one of the canteens and said, "I am, thanks to you. It may not have been comfortable in that box but you saved me. Thank you, Obi-wan."
Obi-wan sat up gingerly and groaned as the sensation of a million pins and needles stabbing him all over his back, shoulders and legs cascaded down his body. "That's why I'm here, Satine - to protect you."
"Be careful;" she said anxiously, "When I looked at your ribs, they looked like at least a few were broken."
"I should be alright now;" he said, carefully stretching. "I put myself into a Jedi healing trance. I'm as good as new."
Satine didn't look convinced. "Are you sure?"
Obi-wan carefully lifted his undershirt and displayed his side. All evidence of the attack was gone. Only smooth, pale flesh and some taut muscle was visible now. Satine reached over and brushed her hand over it in wonder. Obi-wan gave a snort, causing her to look at him quizzically. "Sorry;" he said, "just tickled a bit, that's all."
"That's amazing;" murmured Satine, running her hand over it again.
They sat side by side for awhile, wrapped in blankets as the fire crackled. Obi-wan began eating some of the field rations while Satine gazed into the fire, stealing numerous secretive glances at the Jedi Padawan beside her. He was being so good to her and doing everything he could to look after her but wasn't treating her like a burden, despite the fact that she had repeatedly made his mission difficult.
As the night went on, Obi-wan grabbed more blankets and another bedroll for her. On either side of the fire, they lay down to sleep.
Obi-wan woke to the sound of crying. Looking over, he saw Satine, still fast asleep, curled into the fetal position and weeping brokenly. Between sobs, she said in the language of her people, "Mama, Papa, no! Don't hurt my Mama and Papa, please! I'll do anything, just don't take them from me!"
Obi-wan crawled over and gently shook her shoulder. "Satine? Satine, wake up! You're having a nightmare!"
She sat bolt upright, nearly smacking her head against his. Gasping, she broke down again and Obi-wan didn't quite know what to do. Gently and a little awkwardly, he wrapped his arms around her and began to shush her quietly. It took several minutes for her to regain control of herself. "I'm sorry;" she said, wiping her face. "You must really think me a child."
"You're the duchess of your people, on the run from renegades and bounty hunters and it's clear that you have lost so much;" said Obi-wan softly, taking her hand and squeezing it as he did. "If you ever had the blessed chance to be a child, it's over now."
They were silent, just holding hands as Satine struggled with her turbulent emotions. "Do you know how they started this war?" she asked quietly. "Armored Mandalorian warriors marched into the palace in Sundari and demanded that my father and mother step down and submit to their authority. When my parents refused, they were both shot. Right there - in front of me and my brother and my sister. I don't know what happened to either of my siblings but I hope they made it out okay. The nobles made me the new duchess while I was first on the run and I've been a target ever since. This war has caused the deaths of roughly half of the population of the people of this system. Moons and worlds that were once beautiful and lush are now pocked with craters. Beautiful towns and cities are now abandoned ruins, like the one we're hiding in right now. That's why I refuse to fight. Do you understand me, Obi-wan?"
For the first time, he truly did. She refused to be the one to hold the weapon that would cause so much death. She refused to command others to do so. Some of the Mandalorian warrior clans were fighting for her, even against her philosophy and knew that they would have to give it up when the war was over and they were willing to. That's what made this young woman so incredible. She could convince entire clans to give up their arms and armor.
Gazing at her with a great new respect, Obi-wan said, "I may not completely agree with you, but yes, Satine, I understand why you are the way that you are. With every bit of my strength and power, I'll see to it that you never have to lift another weapon again."
Satine lifted a hand and ran it along his smooth cheek. "Thank you;" she whispered.
They had unconsciously moved closer together until now, they were nearly nose to nose. Closing her eyes, the duchess closed the distance between them and kissed her Jedi protector on the lips. At first, Obi-wan tensed and his Jedi training and philosophy warred against his natural Human urges and emotions.
But he was still so young and his training was not complete and those natural urges won out.
He returned the kiss tenderly, wrapping his arms around her and pulled her against him. It was a little awkward at first. Obi-wan had no experience with women any more than Satine had experience with men but they managed, finding comfort in one another's arms. Satine began to push gently on Obi-wan's chest as she continued to kiss him until he was lying on his back and she was lying on top of him. Her hands began to work their way up his undershirt, enjoying the feeling of smooth muscle and skin beneath. That jolted Obi-wan out of his bliss. "Wait a minute, Satine, this is a bad idea. I'm a Jedi and you..." but he trailed off as she looked at him pleadingly.
"We've been on the run for six months, Obi-wan;" she said, "and you've been protecting me and keeping me safe the whole time. What's more, you've helped me keep my spirits up and stay positive. You've done so much for me and I-" but she didn't finish the statement. They both knew what she wanted to say and they both knew what he wanted to say in return. But fear prevented them from doing so. They both knew, as surely as they knew how they felt about each other, that there would come a time when they had to say goodbye, maybe forever.
Even so, Obi-wan's misgivings terrified him. Satine chewed her lower lip nervously before grabbing some of the wood and putting it on the fire. Then, she moved her bedroll next to his and gathered the blankets around them. That done, she kicked off her boots and socks and shrugged off her heavy, fur-lined cloak. Then, one item at a time, she removed the tunic and trousers that had once been elegant and fine but were now torn and stained from months of travel. Obi-wan wanted to tell her to stop and think about what they were doing and yet, at the same time, he wanted her to keep going.
But he was still so young and his training was not complete and those natural urges won out.
As she removed her last article and quickly wriggled under the blanket, Obi-wan stared in open mouthed fascination until her glorious, young and supple body was hidden from view. Seeing that she had apparently convinced him, Satine smiled and blushed. "Are you going to join me?" she asked in a quiet voice she probably wanted to sound seductive but ended up sound nervous and shy.
Obi-wan, feeling every bit as nervous and shy as she felt, quickly wriggled out of his own clothes and crawled under the thick blankets with her. Neither of them really knew what to do to begin so Satine leaned in again and kissed his lips. Her body pressed against his and the shiver of delight that went through him transferred to her as well. Again, she lay on top of him and kissed him, loving how his lean muscle felt against her softer body and how his arms felt around her waist. He hands began slowly, almost hesitantly and nervously to explore her body, starting with rubbing up and down her back and shoulders. Then, as if he was building up his courage, one hand brushed downward haltingly until it rested on her rear end. Satine pulled away and giggled. "Naughty Jedi;" she said, sounding quite seductive now that she was in the moment and her arousal was kicking in.
Obi-wan smiled and gave a tentative squeeze. Satine gasped and wriggled. "Hey! If you're going to do that, do it like you mean it!"
He gave another squeeze, a little more firmly this time and Satine gasped, wriggling again. "That's more like it. OH!" and she came up slightly and looked down between them.
"Wow!" she murmured at the sight of Obi-wan's manhood growing harder and harder between them. "I've received all the education that our people have to offer on this but to see it in person it quite different."
She rolled to the side and reached down, gently taking hold of it. "It's so warm and stiff;" she said, "what am I supposed to do with it?"
Obi-wan shook his head shakily. "I have no idea. I'm a Jedi, remember? I have no experience with the intricacies of this whole thing."
Satine nodded and began to rub his length experimentally. Pleasure zinged through him as she did and the duchess chuckled, "You like that, don't you?"
"Yes;" he said, "but how do I make you feel good?"
Satine smiled. "I'll show you in a moment. First, just enjoy."
Obi-wan certainly did enjoy. Each time Satine touched him just the right way, he'd gasp or groan and she would do it several more times before going back to searching for more sensitive areas. For several long minutes she did this and Obi-wan was sure he was going to lose it. "Satine, wait!"
"Okay;" she said, "I guess it's your turn to make me feel good, Obi."
He went up onto one elbow and she took his free hand, guiding it down to he opened legs beneath the blanket. "Now, be gentle okay?" she whispered, clearly still a little nervous. "It's very sensitive down there."
Fascinated, Obi-wan felt the very wet and slightly swollen lips of her womanhood. Carefully, he explored with his index finger and felt a nub that seemed to be growing more and more firm beneath his searching fingers. Gently, he pressed on it slightly and Satine bucked. "AH!" she said.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes;" she said, "do that again and rub the area just a little. It feels very good."
Carefully, Obi-wan did as she said and the result was more than he expected. Satine's back began to arch and she began to gasp and moan. One of her hands was tightly gripping the blanket while the other was holding onto his arm. As he continued, she also gasped out, "My breasts are also quite sensitive, you know."
Obi-wan gulped and asked, "Yes but I'm out of hands - and how do you know that it feels good when someone touches your breasts? I thought you said you weren't experienced at this?"
Satine blushed and looked away. "I mean, I've never done this with another person but I have... um..." and she struggled to articulate before giving up and saying, "It doesn't matter. If you can't use your hands, use your mouth."
She moved so that her small, pert breasts were close to his face but Obi-wan said, "Wait, what is it that you want me to do exactly?"
"I don't know;" she said in exasperation, "lick or suck them. Bite them, just not too hard obviously, or kiss them. Blast it, do something, Obi-wan!"
Hesitantly, he leaned down and gave an experimental lick. Satine gasped and said, "OH! I like that very much."
Encouraged, Obi-wan continued with his hand beneath the blanket and also licked and suckled Satine's breasts. The duchess moaned and her back arched and she began to thrash with her legs and arms. Clearly, despite his lack of experience, he was doing alright by her. Mustering his courage, he bit down lightly on one of her hardened tips, hoping that he wasn't hurting her. On the contrary, he back arched again and she moaned. "Obi! Oh my stars! I need you now!"
The young Jedi frowned. "What do you mean? I'm right here."
"No, I need YOU. I need this!" and she stroked his still very hard arousal.
That hit him suddenly and he swallowed hard. Careful, he roll between her legs and lined himself up. The full realization of what they were about to do hit him and he bulked. "Satine, are you sure? I mean, we don't have protection of any kind or-"
"Yes!" she said in exasperation again. "And I'm on contraceptives. We're fine! Please don't scare off now!"
She yanked him down into a kiss again and reached between them to take his length and place the very end against her opening. She tried to wriggle so that he entered but it wasn't working. Fortunately, the kiss and her pleas had convinced him and he slowly pressed into her receptive body. Satine whimpered a little and bit her lower lip. "Are you alright?" said Obi-wan breathlessly, trying to think clearly through the heady waves of pleasure that zinged through his body.
"Yes;" she gasped, "it just hurts a little. I always thought that this was supposed to feel good."
"Should I stop?"
"No;" gasped Satine. "No! My friends always told me that it always hurts at first, especially on the first time. It just takes a moment for me to get used to it."
Finally, he was all the way in and Satine frowned, "That wasn't anywhere near as bad as I thought it would be."
She noticed her Jedi protector's facial expression and giggled. "You're clearly enjoying this, too. I'm glad. Let me just get used to you and then we can really begin."
Obi-wan was so nervous that he was trembling. Like her, he knew the biological facts about sex and reproduction but how exactly to do it well, he wasn't sure about. It wasn't exactly a class taught by any of the masters at the Jedi Temple. Seeing his nerves, Satine pulled him down and kissed him again. As their lips battled for supremacy, the young Jedi's nerves faded away, replaced by unfettered desire. His young mind wholly followed his young body. When he slightly opened his mouth to take a breath, he was surprised when Satine shoved her tongue into his mouth. Pulling away, she said, "Okay, start moving slowly. Just go in and out."
Obi-wan moved to a slightly better position and pulled away slowly before pushing back it. They both shuddered and he murmured, "Damn! That's amazing!"
Satine nodded and held onto his arms as he did it again. "Kiss me, Obi;" she said and she didn't have to tell him twice. He leaned down and kissed as he continue his slow and rhythmic movements. He could tell that he wasn't going to last long. Experimentally, he called on the force and tried to use it to increase his staying power. Amazingly, it worked. "Faster;" gasped Satine. "And harder, too."
Shifting to an even better position, Obi-wan obeyed. Realizing that he was in a position where he could reach them, he bent down and began to lick and suck her breasts again. "OH my STARS!" gasped Satine. "Yes, that's perfect. Keep doing that!"
Encouraged, Obi-wan continued and as he did, it quickly became less awkward and his motions became less jerky. Suddenly, the duchess said, "Wait! I want to roll over."
Obi-wan nodded and began to extricated himself when she suddenly locked her legs around his narrow waist. "No, don't! Just lift me up and line down on your back."
Very carefully, the Padawan did as he was told until he was looking up and the golden haired beauty above him. "You're beautiful, Satine;" he said and he meant it whole- heartedly. The young duchess blushed and began to move her hips experimentally. It quickly became clear that, no matter how she moved, Obi-wan was going to enjoy it. However, it took a minute for her to move in a way that caused her to gasp. Biting her lip, she frantically began to repeat the movement, letting out tiny moans of pleasure. One hand was stretched out to help with her balance while the other rested on Obi-wan's chest.
Despite his use of the force, the young Jedi realized that, in this position with the erotic view above him and the erotic noises that his partner was making, he was not going to last much longer. Fortunately, neither did Satine. Her moans became more and more desperate and she began to move faster and harder. Obi-wan groaned and said, "Satine, I won't last much longer! I'm going to-"
Suddenly, she covered her mouth and gave a long, gasping series of moans into her hand. Even so, she didn't stop moving until she felt him beginning to spasm either.
Obi-wan had never felt anything like it. The buildup, the release and the euphoric haze that followed were so utterly alien to him that he wasn't exactly sure how to handle it. So he just lay there, looking up at the ceiling above them as Satine collapsed beside him. She curled up next to him and pulled the blankets over them both. "Wow..." murmured the young Jedi. "I can imagine why the Jedi don't want us doing that. We'd never stop and would never get anything done."
Satine giggled and replied, "I don't know about that. The rest of the galaxy who is allowed to fall in love and have sex seems to be fairly productive. But that was pretty amazing. My friends always said that it was hard for women to climax but that didn't seem so difficult."
Obi-wan nodded lazily as he pulled her against him. They basked in afterglow for awhile, enjoying warmth and silence. In a sleepy voice, the duchess asked, "Is it bad that I'm hoping your master doesn't return for a little longer. I'd love to be able to enjoy alone time with you for a little longer."
Obi-wan was silent before beginning to chuckle. Satine looked at it quizzically. "What are you laughing at?"
"I find it amusing that we're here, hiding and pursued by criminals and bounty hunters and you hope that our best and most powerful protector will take longer to find us so that we can have sex again. I just think it's funny, that's all."
Satine swatted his chest. "I thought I was being sweet and you're laughing at me!"
"Hey now;" laughed Obi-wan as she tried to swat him again. "I'm not disagreeing with you necessarily either. I was just under the impression that you were more sensible than I am."
Satine's mouth dropped open in shock before she said, "Why you little..." and began trying to smack him but Obi-wan rolled over and pinned her, chuckling as she struggled. Even though she was trying to act angry, the duchess was laughing. "Let me up, you fiend! All I want to do is spend more time alone with you but you-"
He silenced her by firmly pressing his lips to hers. At first she froze, surprised by it but then she sighed and kissed him back. They snuggled back down continued to kiss one another, reveling in the quiet and the close contact. They even dozed for several hours before the dying fire and their hunger roused them. After making sure that Satine was securely wrapped in blankets, Obi-wan put his robe on and coaxed the fire back to life. That done, he pulled out more field rations and they began to eat. Again, he made instant caf for them and they sat in happy and companionable silence. After they had eaten enough to sustain them, they cuddled back on the bed rolls, kissing and caressing one another tenderly. It was clear what they both wanted to do but it quickly became clear that transitioning from cuddling and caressing to sex was not as easy as it had been before.
Satine was laying half-on and half-off Obi-wan's chest and decided that she was in a better position to instigate. Reaching down, she felt that his manhood was already begin to grow hard. Gently, she began to rub and stroke him, drawing out a groan from his lips. Pulling away, she murmured, "Does that feel good, Obi?"
He nodded a little jerkily which caused her to giggle. "Good. I want you to be as big and as hard as you can get."
Obi-wan's only response was a gasp and a strangled groan. Eventually, he managed to say, "But I need to make sure you're ready too, Satine. It wouldn't be fair if I finished well before you even got going."
Satine giggled as he gently rolled her over. "So how will you get me going then, Obi?"
"The same way I did before;" he chuckled, "it seemed to work alright."
"It does but there is another way to really, REALLY turn me on. It takes quite a bit longer but will be well worth it in the end. Do you want to hear it?"
The young Jedi nodded eagerly and leaned down to listen. Satine whispered eagerly in his ear and the Obi-wan's eyes widened before he straightened with a grin. "Sounds like fun to me. Lie still, duchess."
Just the idea of what he was going to do was already getting Satine excited. Eagerly, she lay still as Obi-wan lay beside her and began to kiss her again. After a few heated kisses to her fine, full lips, he smoothly moved back to her ears and kissed them. From there, he kissed down her neck, right along where he could feel her pulsing vein. Satine's breathing hitched and she murmured, "I really like that."
Eagerly, but not too quickly, he continued down her neck, beneath her chin and to her collar bones. As he went, Satine continued to gasp and purr and whimper. As he went from her collar bones, down her upper chest towards her pert breasts, one of his hands slipped down her stomach towards her already warm, wet and slightly swollen womanhood. When his fingers brushed the folds of slick flesh, she bucked and gasped, "By the stars!"
Obi-wan chuckled at her reaction and sucked on one already tight, hard nipple, causing her to gasp and buck again. He spent quite some time on her breasts as he caressed the sensitive nub. Each touch caused her to shiver or buck and moan wantonly. Sometimes, after a particularly intense sensation, she would start to moan and gasp in Mando'a. At one point, he leaned back just to look at her as she continued to writhe under him. She was so beautiful, especially when she was gasping and exclaiming in pleasure and her bare breasts were heaving and a light coating of perspiration was beginning to glow on her skin.
Continuing, he went down her smooth, flat belly, kissing and licking and generally using his lips and mouth to explore her shapely body. He had to completely change position as he began to kiss across her hip bones the tops of her thighs. He began to kiss inward towards where his fingers were still caressing her clit and Satine gasped, "Wait, what are you doing, Obi-wan?"
Looking up with mild confusion, he said, "I'm doing what you said. I'm kissing every inch of your body like you wanted me too."
"Yes but I didn't mean there!" she said, suddenly embarrassed.
Seeing her blush and unwillingness to meet his eyes, Obi-wan grinned and said, "But why not?"
Without even waiting for her response, he replaced his fingers with his mouth and slid his fingers into her hot, hungry need. She gasped and sounded like she was going to start telling him to stop until his fingers found a firm, spongy bump inside her womanhood and a spasm wracked her body. Realizing by the moan she uttered and the way her eyes were beginning to flutter and roll back that he had hit a very sensitive spot, he set to it with a will, massaging her inside and using his mouth the do the same outside of her. It was only minutes before she began to gasp, "Wait, Obi-wan! Wait! I want to climax when you do and with you inside of me!"
Realizing that she was probably pretty close if she was telling him to stop, Obi-wan pulled away and crawled up her body and between her legs. Carefully, he slid into her hungry body. Satine smiled and reveled in the closeness again. "Kiss my;" she said.
Obi-wan bent down but then remembered what he had been doing, "Wait, Satine, my mouth - I've been..."
"I don't care, Obi;" she said before pulling him into a kiss.
As they were joined at the lips, Obi-wan began to moved, retracting and thrusting with his hips and once again calling on the force to extend his staying power. Satine moaned into the kiss and suddenly released his lips, gasping and arching her back. Her eyes closed and she began to buck with each of his thrusts. Leaning down, Obi-wan began to kiss her body again. She didn't moan or gasp very much for the first minute when she suddenly gasped and began to moan frantically. "Obi-wan! Oh my stars!"
Encouraged, he increased his speed and the force with which he moved. Satine's breathing became even more irregular and her moans and exclamations became even louder. Her arms were thrashing as if she was trying to grab onto something that would anchor her to reality. Her womanhood was so tight around Obi-wan that even with the force, he knew that he would not be able to resist cumming.
Just as he was about to crash over the edge of pleasurable, blissful oblivion, Satine's back arched and her body began to spasm so violently that only the fact that her legs were locked around Obi-wan's waist kept her from shaking him off. Once again, she squeezed around him and he came with a gasp of pleasure.
They lay together again, side by side next to the fire and trying to learn how to breathe normally again. Every time Satine exhaled, it was a quiet mewing sound. As Obi-wan held her close, he could feel the after shocks causing her body to twitch and spasm. Obi-wan himself was lying there with a ridiculous and happy grin on his face.
When Satine had recovered enough to speak, she said, "We won't be able to do that again for awhile, Obi. I can already tell that I'm going to be sore. By the stars! That was incredible."
"Yes, it was;" said Obi-wan.
"No, you don't understand;" said Satine, "you made me climax twice - and the second was even better than the first. How did you do that?"
Obi-wan shrugged. "Maybe it was everything I did before we actually got started;" he suggested.
"Probably. You certainly seem to know exactly what you're doing - especially for a man who had never done this before."
Obi-wan smiled and relaxed back against the bed roll.
They both slept for several hours and when they woke, the fire had died. Quickly, they both dressed and started the fire again, drinking more instant caf or stimtea and eating more field rations. As they did, Obi-wan said, "We should move on. Master Qui-Gon will find us but if we sit still for too long, it's more likely that more bounty hunters or the Death Watch will."
Satine agreed. "Is there any way we can take extra bedrolls and blankets with us. It would be useful in the future."
Obi-wan looked around for some way to do so and found some cord. Quickly, he used the cord and two of the blankets to fashion ruff packs for them, putting sleeping bags, blankets, the canteens and the rest of the field rations in them both. When all was set, they looked around their temporary shelter. It looked far more comforting now that they were about to leave than it had when they had arrived. Wrapping themselves in their cloaks and hoisting their packs, they climbed the stairs out into the cold. The wind was howling but at least the snow wasn't falling yet.
Quickly, they hurried through the abandoned structures, heading towards the edge of the town. Suddenly, in a rustle of clothing, a hooded and cloaked figure leaped from a rooftop. With a snap-hiss, Obi-wan's blue bladed lightsaber came to life but when the figure pulled back his hood, they were relieved to recognize the face of Master Qui-gon Jinn. "I'm glad to see that you're both okay and found supplies;" he said with a small smile. "But come alone. The Death Watch is going to be sending scout teams through here. I saw them coming this way and we only have an hour to leave."
"Yes, Master;" said Obi-wan as he clipped his weapon to his belt.
As they began to hurry through the wilderness, Master Qui-gon noticed that Satine was limping slightly. "Are you alright, Duchess?" he asked.
"Yes;" she said, hoping that the blush in her cheeks would be explained away by the cold. "Sleeping on the ground has made me a little stiff, Master Jedi. Hopefully we'll find a place with beds fairly soon."
Qui-gon chuckled. "Indeed, but I wouldn't count on it."