Title: Jedi Mistress
* * * * * Scene One: The lower part of Coruscant. A part that is not desirable to anyone but those who dwell here in the underground. The forgotten, misshapen, those who seek the dark shadows of the night. Let’s go inside a bar, it’s sign in front lit by a dim lantern. “Eternity” it reads, but upon entering the large Arsenian bouncer will tell you that no promises can be made. A woman sits at the bar. Blue light falls from the ceiling. She sits alone, slender, long blonde hair reflecting the lights from above the counter. She is dressed in a short leather dress, so tight you can see the outlines of her breasts and butt. She might as well not wear anything at all. She wears fishnet stockings on her long, muscular legs, and knee high stiletto heeled boots complete the ensemble. Her lips are painted a red that cannot be found in stores, and her long eyelashes cover bright blue eyes. Her demeanor is cool and self-assured as she wipes a strand of hair from her face. “Bartender, a drink, pronto,” she orders, and the humanoid behind the bar takes her order. Slowly she sips the green liquid in front of her. Newcomers glance at her, but no one dares to approach the woman. The door opens. A man enters the bar. Heads turn. Why, you ask, do they pay attention to this one? He is no ordinary man. He is a Jedi Master, dressed in the tunic and robe of his profession. His blond hair is neatly combed and cut in a short fashion, a blond trimmed beard frames his square chin. He radiates authority. It is not common for Jedi to visit such a place, and the patrons populating the place wonder what he is doing down there. The only one not paying any attention is the female at the bar. He scans the premises and makes his way to the bar, taking a stool next to her he asks the bartender to bring him the same as she is having. The bartender obliges. Nothing surprises him anymore, even a Jedi Master. He has seen it all. Everyone else turns back to the conversations or brooding. She studies him, eyes hidden behind the long lashes. He can feel her gaze but ignores it for now. He can smell her strong, sweet perfume. It is intoxicating and surrounds him like a cloud on a high mountain top. She turns to him, a thin smile curling her lips: “So, Master Jedi, what brings you down here?” “Jedi business,” he replies in a pleasant but firm voice. “Ha, ha,” she laughs quietly. “Jedi business, eh?!- You can’t fool me. I think your kind of business.” She studies his face while waiting for an answer. “What are you implying?” he asks, annoyance underlies his question. “Well, no one just comes in here for a drink. This is not the kind of place like up there in the posh part of town.” She rests her long hand with its red nails on his thigh. It feels like an electric current just entered his body. He wants to move the hand but can’t. “No, whoever comes in here wants to forget or longs for what’s forbidden,” she continues, her eyes are half open, and her head is tilted to one side. Her hand squeezes his thigh lightly. ‘Oh Force,’ he thinks. ‘I should go, right now.’ But he stays, taking in the woman’s aura. He is mesmerized. She is different than anything he has encountered in his life, and he turns to look at her. “What is your name?” “Names are not important down here,” she replies and puts her index finger on his lips, slowly moving it downward across his chin and further down to his chest. He grabs her hand with a firm but gentle grip, and both look at each other. Letting go of her hand, she keeps it suspended in the air for a moment. Lowering it, she places it on his knee. He moves, seemingly uncomfortable, but the expression in his eyes tells a different story. There is hunger in those blue-gray eyes, and his breathing increases under her touch. “I have a speeder nearby,” she whispers seductively, leaning forward, and the low cut dress exposes part of her breasts. Her nipples are erect. His hand touches the outlines of her breasts, tracing their curves. “I will meet you at the dock.” His voice is hoarse and thick with excitement. “Go to dock #2. You will find me there,” she tells him, a wide grin on her face. “Now don’t you disappoint me, or I will have to hunt you down,” she teases, her face close to his as she stands up. He pays for the drinks and leaves the bar. He knows where to go. Arriving at the docking area, he searches for her. Then he sees her leaning against her speeder slightly bent backwards against the shape of the fender, arms spread out to either side, hands resting on the metal frame. He wants to take her right then and there. He walks over to her and leans in for a long, hard kiss. Their lips meet, and his tongue invades her mouth. With one arm wrapped around her, the other pins down her left hand. She lifts herself up to meet his kiss her body touching his. He can feel the heat through his Jedi Robes. She pushes him gently away. “Not here,” she says. “I have a place, high above the city. Matter of fact, it’s close to the temple.” She laughs and jumps into her vehicle. He follows, taking the seat next to her. While she takes them to her apartment, he caresses her neck with his hands. She can feel the fever in him and smiles. His hand is on her legs, moving upwards, inwards. Shivers run down her spine, and she can feel wetness between her legs. She stops the speeder, and she leads him to her apartment. Surprised, he realizes that it is part of the temple. The halls are deserted at this hour. She opens her door and pulls him inside. He takes her by the hips and turns her around, kissing her long and hard. “Now, now, Master Jedi, be patient,” she coos. “Just sit right there until I call you to my bedroom.” Although he has problems restraining himself, he obeys, curious as to what is going to happen. He takes off his robe and his boots. “Come to me,” she beckons him, curling and uncurling the fingers of her right hand. He expected everything but not this. The room is illuminated in purple light. Her body is draped in a black, transparent gown. She reaches behind her and produces a riding crop. A sharp breath escapes his mouth. She moves closer to him and puts her arm around his neck, grabbing the back of his head. Pulling his face close to hers with a firm hand she whispers: “Are you going to be a good Padawan?” “Force, help me,” he mutters while she pushes him onto her bed. There she undresses him. He can hear drums beating in the background, their rhythm echoing in his head. He wants to touch her, but she won’t let him. Waving a finger like a teacher, she tells him to stay down and runs the tip of her riding crop across his chest. She leans over and cuffs his hands to the posts of her large headboard. He is putty in her hands. His eyes are closed, and his chest lifts and falls in a short rhythm, the breathing heavy. She takes off the wig to display naturally golden blonde shoulder length hair. Shaking her head her hair looks like an ocean of gold. He begs with his eyes. She climbs onto the bed and straddles atop of him. Again they kiss passionately, their tongues like snakes, entangled. She touches his face, combs his beautiful hair with her fingers. Finally she sits up only to lower her head. Slowly she kisses his neck, chest, moving her tongue across his chest and abdominal muscles. He moans loudly: “Oh.....gods.....Adana” and starts to move his body to the beat of the drums. She moves her hand over the smooth hardness between his legs and suddenly lets her mouth do the talking. Using the force, he frees his hands from the restraints and takes her head into both hands moving it gently up and down. “Yes,” he groans. “Oh, you are so goooood.” Suddenly his hands pull her head from him. Lifting her up, he throws her onto the bed next to her. He pushes his tongue into her mouth, and she can feel his hot breath, leaving her breathless in turn. She leans back as he kisses her erect nipples, sending sensations through her body she has never felt before. His hand is between her legs finding their way to the soft moist tissue. She lifts her hips grinding against the movement of his hand. Her eyes are wide open, her arms are above her head. Her whole body feels like it is on fire. Every fiber inside her screams, and she doesn’t want it to end, ever. He lifts his head, and his strong arms turn her to her side. He lowers himself behind her and pulls her close to him, they look like a couple of spoons. She feel his erection rubbing against her back until he lifts one of her legs and enters that dark, wet tunnel. Once inside her he starts to move in and out, starting slowly, teasingly. She moves in the same rhythm, the beat of the drums becoming faster, putting them both into a trance. His hands cup her breast from behind, and their movements become faster, his thrusting more urgent. “Obi...” she cries. “Shhh,” he whispers in her ear, biting her neck, which almost sends her over the edge. He pulls out and turns her onto her back. Hovering over her, he lowers himself onto her and enters her once again. Small beads of sweat have formed on his forehead, and her body is drenched as if having been out in a rainstorm. The drums have taken on a beat of their own. To Obi Wan and Adana the room seems to spin and slowly float above the city. He is moving fast now, pushing hard. She begs: “Faster, harder, faster...” her mouth partially open, her eyes now closed. His are open, and he looks at her for a moment. Her hands dig into the flesh on his back, her nails like claws. Her legs are wrapped around his back, urging him. Deeper and deeper he pushes, touching her G-spot. She climaxes, shouting his name out loud. He can feel the muscle spasms. When he finally climaxes it feels like an explosion within her. He collapses next to her, kissing her eyes, nose, mouth. Both have found complete fulfillment. They gaze into each other’s eyes, knowing their thoughts and gaze out into the starry sky until they are ready for more.... The End
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