Title: Untamed
Author: Jade Blood Kenobi
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own Obi-Wan or Star Wars and make no profits from this story. I do, however, own Jade. So ask permission before using her. :)
Summary: Obi-Wan indulges Jade's feline fantasy.

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Jedi did not share such moments. Typically, they would be engaging in some sort of busy work, such as meditation or rifling needlessly through the archives. Instead, Jade Blood and Obi-Wan Kenobi were relaxing in her quarters, nude and draped across her bed. Jade touched Obi-Wan’s cheek and noted that the beard he’d decided to grow a few days ago was making excellent progress.

“Does the beard please you?” he asked, his voice low and his eyes smoldering.

“Yes,” she answered. “Deeply.”

“It still needs to be a bit longer,” he muttered. “Then I can shape it rather than let it run rampant.” He rubbed his throat where hair was also growing. “Shave off this bit here, as well.”

“Is it irritating?”

“A little,” he said. “But more than worth it. I must say I feel more mature with facial hair.”

“That, my love, is all in your head,” Jade said with a smirk.

“Teehee,” he replied sarcastically. “Isn’t this one of those instances where it takes one to know one?”

“Something like that,” Jade giggled. She scratched his beard and heard him grumble agreeably. “Itches, doesn’t it, baby?” she asked sweetly.

He nodded and closed his eyes as she continued scratching his face, punctuating her attention with a soft kiss. He grumbled again, but it wasn’t quite a “grumble.” It was more like a... purr. Or a satisfied growl. Like a lion. He leaned close to her and enclosed her in his arms, growling and purring richly in her ear. Jade practically melted and ran out of his embrace. She was warm all over, and the noises he made intensified this.

“This is going to sound strange probably,” she began, “but you sound just like a lion when you do that.”

“Really?” he asked playfully. She recognized his tone. He was faking innocence and doing a terrible job.

“Yes, really,” she said, becoming more undone each moment.

“Now why do you think that is?” he asked, following his question with a snarl that made her shiver.

“I wouldn’t know,” she moaned.

“Could it be... that your comparison of me to a lion has finally caused a transformation in me?” he asked, running his lips and newly-grown beard over her neck. He purred, the sound rumbling in his chest and reverberating into her body.

“I suppose that’s possible,” she moaned. Part of her found this a cute display deserving of a good giggle, but another part was soundly seduced by this game.

Obi-Wan laughed lightly and kissed her shoulder. He slid his hands over her thighs to urge her legs apart, then hooked his hands under her knees and pulled her into his lap so that she was straddling him. This movement was gentle and fluid, and Obi-Wan purred and growled wantonly through all of it.

Jade could feel Obi-Wan hardening against her and was absolutely dying to feel him more intimately. He made an unexpected whimper-like mew against her throat, prompting Jade to pet him and hold him close. She wove her fingers in his hair, which had become a mane to her. She felt his warm beard and lips against her breasts, and she could easily imagine his face as having a muzzle. His tongue, not quite sandpaper but still stimulating, lapped over her skin.

She was panting. Obi-Wan put his hands on her back and held on to her body securely as he suckled softly at her nipple. Jade felt his purrs in her breasts and cried out at his loud snarl as he opened his mouth and devoured her. She ran her fingernails down his back and shuddered as he growled to suppress a roar.

Obi-Wan’s lips and teeth grazed her once more before leaving to peek up at her desirously. She kissed him and drank the saliva from his lip, settling over him generously enough to feel his throbbing man-(lion)-hood against her privates. Obi-Wan held her hips firmly and maneuvered her over him. Jade put her hands on his chest to help steady herself. When he slid into her with a snarl, she felt his chest muscles ripple.

She threw her head back and cried out. The sound was high-pitched and alluded to the ecstasy she felt from their union. One corner of Obi-Wan’s mouth went up, and his upper lip drew back from his teeth as he snarled playfully. He nibbled on her shoulder and slid within her tight walls.

Jade grunted and clutched him. “Obi,” she whispered.

He purred as he rubbed inside her, gracefully penetrating her over and over.

“My lion,” she called him breathlessly.

Obi-Wan seemed to be plunging into her, making her rock forward and back. The movements weren’t violent but were felt profoundly. He guided her hips and pulled her thighs tight against him, growling a moan as he did so. Jade grunted and rolled her hips so that he was buried within her to the hilt. His growl grew louder and came so close to a roar that Jade shouted with both primal fear and lust.

“Obi-Wan!” He was gorgeous and so solid inside her. Jade put her hands on his chest, touching the sprinkling of chest hair there, and rode him. She tossed her head back, and Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around her, holding her close so that she wouldn’t fall back with her wild movements. He put his mouth against her throat, letting his lips rest on her pulse point, feeling the blood rush through her. He gently nibbled on the sensitive skin and she let out a sharp moan at the sensation. He kissed her tenderly and rubbed his tongue against the spot. Jade groaned as his soft tongue worked wet circles over her throat, and could no longer stand his mouth being apart from her own. She put her hands on his face and yanked it up to hers. She lapped at his lips and heard a roar build in his belly, bursting like a volcano into his chest and crashing like thunder when he opened his mouth. It was more realistic than she’d anticipated, and a part of her that remained rational wondered if he had been practicing for this moment. She screamed with pleasure and felt both their desires become excruciating.

Obi-Wan roared again and bent her back. He rubbed his face (muzzle) against her breasts, letting his rough cheek and chin scrape against her nipples. She pumped her hips and cried out his name. He laid her across the bed and ground his hips into her, running his hands over her entire body and leaving trails of heat in his wake.

“Oh, God!” she panted as she was forced against the mattress. She gasped and moaned, and his name came pouring from her lips yet again. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him deeply, tongues and teeth and lips merging and scalding. Her hands ran over his silky hair.

Mane, mane, mane. It’s a mane.

Jade’s mind was frantic with his roars and growls. She slid her arms around his back and let her hands journey over him, feeling his muscles tense and relax with each thrust. Her fingers reached his hips and timidly clutched them.

Obi-Wan used his lips to play with hers, giving her light, teasing pecks on the mouth. This made his mouth seem infinitely soft, warm, and slightly out of reach. He purred and ran his tongue from her lips to her cheek. He lapped at her, thrusting fully. He had slowed his pace to make her feel every, throbbing inch of him. As was usual of him, he was unwilling to rush, wanting to share every sensation with her.

Jade was completely dominated and devoured. Obi-Wan never broke his leonine character, snarling loudly with the rhythm of his thrusts, and Jade could hardly move from being overpowered with pleasure. She panted and begged him and called his name in awe. He grunted and purred and pleased her.

Jade cried out and squeezed Obi-Wan’s hips as she felt the rush of satisfaction. Obi-Wan threw his head back with a bellowing, booming roar that dripped of desires fulfilled. She felt his essence rush and flood her. He still slid into her center and back out, riding out his orgasm and snarling little murmurs as he softened.

Jade’s breath hitched with a gasp. She couldn’t believe how perfect and beautiful she felt. Totally exhausted and full as this king of beasts moved through her. Fully spent, Obi-Wan sank onto her, whimpering and purring softly, never ceasing his lithe, wet movements. Jade kissed his beard-muzzle and nuzzled her face against his. She was unable to control the quaking of her body as Obi-Wan’s pelvis rubbed against hers still.

“I’m going to perish if you keep this up,” she moaned. “I can’t take the beauty. You’re too much.”

Obi-Wan smiled and sighed with a throaty cat-noise. He truly was an animal whose only mission was to make love to his mate. She could see by the mischief in his eyes that he meant to please her again.

“Hold on to me,” he instructed, smoothly kissing her cheek that was still wet from his tongue. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

Jade followed his instructions, feeling him harden in her as she did so, and his otherworldly stamina astounded her. He grunted as though he were in pain and kissed her cheek with a sudden roughness that sent chills down her spine. He mumbled something about her body and moaned, the sound so human and so animal-like at the same time.

“Force,” he nearly shouted, gripping the sheets. He panted deeply, his chest rubbing against her with every, swift breath. Through their connection Jade felt that every nerve in his body was sparking and on edge. He growled and yanked at the sheets. They were wrenched from the bed as Obi-Wan plunged into her. She heard the material tear and held him tightly as his thrusts deepened. She petted his hair and whispered soothingly into his ear, trying to calm him.

“Oh, what you do to me,” he moaned. “Ah!” His exclamation turned into a growl, which became a purr. “I can’t take it,” he called to her as he lost the last of his composure. She felt his teeth graze her cheek and ear as he opened his mouth for a sighing growl. Was he going to bite her? He nibbled but did not bear down.

Jade reached her hand up to nowhere in particular and grasped his hair. His hips forced her legs farther apart as he worked against and inside her. He pulled his face back and looked in her eyes as he dove into her center over and over. She saw the unquenchable blaze there and put her hands on his cheeks, watching him intently from below. He was swathed in sweat. She felt it running over her fingers as it slipped down his forehead and onto his cheeks.

She quickly slid one hand from his cheek, down his body, and over the smooth curve of his buttocks. This urged him to thrust with more grace and less brute force, gaining control of his own movements. His thrusts became like ripples through his well-muscled body. Jade moaned weakly as she felt his entire being moving her to the brink. His head lowered to her neck again, and he left trails of kisses along her skin. Each kiss was coupled with a rumbling purr that shook her from the inside out.

Jade was at the edge, staring down at the chasm below. Her walls clenched around him, and Obi-Wan moaned in delighted surprise. She had become so tight that he had to nearly force his way in for another thrust. His arm muscles were sore and trembled from how long he had been holding himself over her. Jade’s smooth, achingly soft hands moved to his overworked biceps and massaged them as she moaned his name.

Obi-Wan felt a roar building in his very soul and let it rip through him. She was clenched around him so tightly that the pleasure itself was excruciating. It felt too good. Jade cried out and arched her back. He could tell by the way her hands moved frantically over him and her breath could not be caught that she had been conquered. He roared and let himself succumb to the pleasure. He filled her again and slumped against her, panting and purring.

Jade curled her entire body around him and attempted a purr of her own. It must have been satisfactory, because Obi-Wan’s grew in volume. He also began rubbing his rough, fuzzy cheek against her shoulder.

“I don’t know what to say,” Jade sighed. “You amaze me more and more each time you take me. You were a lion. For me.”

Obi-Wan raised his head. His eyes glittered, his lips descended upon hers, and his arms embraced her closely. When his lips left hers, he grinned at her.

“And you are my gentle, loving kitten,” he said tenderly. He nuzzled his nose against her cheek and growled.

Jade petted his cheek, then wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. They kissed deeply, and Obi-Wan pulled himself out of her reluctantly, Jade whimpering as he rolled onto his side and clung to her.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed.

“No,” she said softly. “Don’t be. You couldn’t have stayed forever.”

“I would’ve liked to.”

“I know. That’s why I love you.”

She stroked his silky hair that was growing out as nicely as his beard seemed to be.

“Are you petting your lion?” Obi-Wan asked with a smile.

As she nodded, she heard a light, amused laugh escape him. He leaned his face close to hers and said something that made Jade blush from head to toe: “are you stroking your pussy?”

Jade gasped and giggled giddily as Obi-Wan kissed her face.

“I never would have expected such language from you,” Jade laughed. “Surely you are too dignified for that.”

She glanced at his shoulder and saw light pinkish-redness creeping up from his back. She was not the only one blushing. He had mortified himself but smirked in spite of this.

“You’re terrible,” she said.

“Does a full night of love making make up for it?” he asked.

“I’m not sure yet,” she grinned. “We’ll just have to see.”

The End

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