Southern Stars

Things always look better when you're on your knees in front of a sith lord.


TITLE: Southern Stars
AUTHOR: Schmootika
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: A southern fried story of a group of girlfriends traveling
to visit their favorite Sith Lord.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything in the Star Wars universe. I make
no money from the stories I write. If I did own it, I’d have a naked
Sith Lord with me right now and would not be writing this story.


Chapter XII


Night started to creep into the colored hues of the sky as Renee lay on the grass and listened to the soothing tones of the waterfalls. Turning over, she looked up and saw the large windows on the second floor and could not help but snicker. ‘I bet they got a hell of a show,’ she thought.

Leaning up, she watched the water in the pool turn to shimmering blackness dotted with jewels of reflected starlight. Her thoughts began to wander. She felt there was something more to her being here, something she should do. Smirking, Renee knew what she came here to do, but there was a nagging voice in her head telling her she had a higher purpose.

‘Riight. I am only a diversion, a toy for his enjoyment - not that I’m not having fun. But what if….’ Her thoughts trailed off and she stood up, stretching her hands high above her head. Looking over to the pool, she smiled widly. It had been a very long time since she went skinny dipping. This seemed to be as good a time as any.

Bonnie uncorked the bottle of whiskey and took a big swig, keeping a tight grip on the restraints in her other hand. Obi-wan’s eyes grew wide, “And what do you think you’re going to do with those?”

“Oh, darlin’, I KNOW what I’m gonna do,” she sneered, slinking like a cat over to him.

Placing the bottle on the bedside table, Bonnie pushed Obi-wan down on the bed and covered him with hot kisses. He hardly had time to think as she stripped his tunic off him and made quick work of his boots as well. Bonnie reached down and tugged on his pants, never breaking the kiss of his warm, wet lips. When she had him totally stripped, Bonnie stood beside the bed and picked up the restraints, popping them loudly.

“Now darlin’, I ain’t gonna hurt ya if you don’t really want me to,” she hissed. Climbing onto the bed, she secured his hands to each of the posts on the headboard.

“I feel at a disadvantage,” Obi-wan said, licking his lips.

Bonnie giggled and slipped off the bed to admire her handiwork. She bit her bottom lip as she moved off the bed and gave him a mischievous grin. Gyrating her hips, she slowly unbuttoned her shirt.

Obi-wan’s eyes glimmered at the sight of Bonnie stripping before him. “No disadvantage, darlin’. Just plain’ a game. Ya like games dontcha?”

She sensuously let her blouse fall past her shoulders and turned her back to him as she let it waft onto the floor. Looking over her shoulder to make sure his attention still focused on her; she wiggled out of her tight pants and stepped out of them.

His voice low and smoky, barley hiding his excitement Obi-wan said, “Yes, my lady. I love games.”

“Call me ma’am,” Bonnie replied as she turned around and grabbed the bottle of whiskey.

“Yes ma’am,” Obi-wan said, his eyes sparkling, a cute impish grin coloring his face.

Bonnie crawled up onto the bed and straddled him. He strained against the ties at his wrists.

Her face turned harsh, her forehead wrinkled and she waved her finger in his face. “Ah, ah. Be a good boy and you’ll get a treat. And no Force tricks, darlin’.”

Sighing, he gave her his best innocent, big-eyed look. “Yes ma’am.”

A wicked smile returned to her face as she leaned over him, brushing her body against his. Bonnie squirmed her way down between his legs. She raised an eyebrow and poised the whiskey above his chest.

“Now this part ain’t gonna hurt a bit,” smirked Bonnie. Letting the dark brown liquid trickle down his chest, she bent down and licked it off him, savoring the taste of his muskiness mixed with the tart flavor of the whiskey. Obi-wan groaned at the feeling of her tongue running across his flesh, down to just above his waist.

Lifting herself up, Bonnie scooted down lower and curled her upper lip into a cute, lopsided sneer. “You want more?” she asked as she shook the bottle over his abdomen.

Breathing in deeply and fidgeting slightly he replied, “Yes ma’am.”

She poured the whiskey down the valley of his chest, watching him open his mouth slightly as it dribbled down to his belly button. Placing one hand on the bed beside his waist and the other balanced on the bottle, she made sure not to make the slightest contact to his twitching member as she lapped up every drop of the Tennessee sunshine.

Obi-wan tried to push his hips up to rub against her but she quickly moved away from him. Smacking his hip hard with her hand, he winced in pain and gasped sharply. Bonnie leaned down and ran her lips and tongue over the reddened patch of flesh. His gasp turned into a moan as she soothed the burning on his hip.

“Like that, did ya honey?” she smirked as she raised the bottle over his pelvis.

Biting his lower lip, Obi-wan’s only reply was a nod. Bonnie poured the whiskey over his hips and rigid member, delighting in watching him writhe beneath her hungry gaze. Setting the bottle down on the floor, she turned her complete attention to licking and sucking every droplet of whiskey from his thighs and hips. She paused, admiring his toned firm body, his muscular shoulders, the graceful curve of his hips, and the throbbing hardness standing at attention between his legs.

Bonnie lightly blew on the tip and smirked as she saw it jump. With just the end of her tongue, she licked around the head of his member, wrapped her lips around it and engulfed him. Obi-wan arched his hips and groaned as she took him in all the way, bobbing up and down. Bonnie’s hand went between her legs and she plunged her fingers into her heated wetness in time with his thrusts. She stopped abruptly and licked the underside. “You ready for anything?”

“Yes ma’am,” he moaned.

Bonnie stood up and bounced over to the dresser, bringing back a blue nylon drawstring bag. Fishing around in the bag, she brought out several tubes of lotions and creams, and a small nobbied rubber ring. Grinning like the Cheshire cat, she crawled up his body and sat on his legs. Grabbing his member harshly, she took in into her mouth again and slicked him up before releasing him and sliding the ring down to the base of his hardness.

Obi-wan knew he was at her complete mercy, and at that point, he just didn’t really give a shit. His body was screaming out for her. The only thing on his mind was the overwhelming desire to plunge himself into her moist, tight body.

Bonnie winked at him and placed her feet on either side of his hips. Sitting up, almost in a crouch, she straddled him, grabbed his member and pushed herself down. Her mouth opened wide as she felt him slip into her. Moving up and down on him, she tried to keep herself in control but was quickly loosing the battle. He felt so damned good that she could not help herself and adjusted so she was on her knees. Pounding against him furiously, her hair tickling against his chest, she felt the sweet tightening deep inside her.

Obi-wan matched her zeal and every thrust of her small hips as she rocked against him. Wrapping the sheets in her hands, she threw her head back as she launched herself willingly into the pleasurable abyss. The combination of his filling her full and the nobbies rubbing against her drove her nuts. Screaming his name, she felt her muscles convulse around him.

Her head resting on his chest, she raised it up enough to look into Obi-wna’s aquamarine eyes. With a smile, she reached over him and untied one of the restraints. He gripped her with his now free hand and with a nod, the other restraint came loose. Bonnie reached down and pulled the ring off him as he sat up and tossed her onto her back.

“Now, ma’am, it’s my turn.”

Martha lay next to Mace, slick with the passion they just shared. Sitting up, he looked down on her and placed a gentle kiss on her parted lips.

“Thank you, my lady,” he whispered against her lips as she wrapped her arms around him.

“My pleasure baby.” She grinned and returned his kiss.

Mace rolled over and sat up, reaching down to find his clothes. Martha turned onto her side and propped her head up on one hand. “Where do ya think you’re goin’?”

He turned to gaze at her, seeing a bit of hurt painted on her face. “I must go. I have business to attend to, my lady,” he said, brushing the hair away from her face and cupping it gently.

“Oh I get it. Fuck me, get me to tell you something and then leave me,” Martha hissed, slapping his hand away.

“There are bigger things happening here than just our physical pleasures,” he shot back, giving her a harsh look.

“Fuck you! Get the hell outta here, you son of a bitch!” she yelled at him as she stood up and stalked over to the fresher.

Mace just shook his head and began putting his clothes back on. He knew that she was pissed, but he got the information he wanted out of her. Even though he enjoyed her company, he had a job to do. Maybe she would be willing to see him again, maybe not. He put his cold Jedi Master persona on and brushed off all the feelings that were welling up in him.

As he walked to the door, he heard cussing from the fresher. Martha was in a full-blown rage and it was really best if he left her alone. She leaned against the wall and muttered to herself. Mace could not help himself; he walked over to the fresher and bent down next to her. Martha slid against the wall and sat in the floor, steam coming from her ears. “I ain’t telling you anything else, but FUCK YOU!” she spit out, he hands balled in fists at her sides.

“I may be able to return later this evening. Would I be welcome back in your bed?” he asked sweetly, trying to reach out to her.

Stunned by his change of attitude, Martha’s eyes softened, only slightly, and she replied, “Maybe.”

Mace smiled and kissed her on the top of the head. Walking back towards the door, he turned and smiled at her before leaving the room.

“Damnit! Fuckin’ Jedi!” Martha yelled, pounding her fists into the wall.

Renee wiggled out of her clothes and stepped up on the smooth stones surrounding the pool. Sticking her toes in, she wiggled them and then slipped into the warm waters. Diving under, she came up for air right next to one of the waterfalls. She leaned back and let the water wash over her. Damnit it felt good to just lay back, not have a care in the world. Then her mind once again started racing, thinking of things that might be or why things weren’t the way she thought they should be.

Resting against the rocks, she cleared her mind and let the waters wash away all the doubts and questions she had whirling inside her. Even as Renee enjoyed the tranquil setting, an uneasy feeling rippled over her, as if someone was watching her. The hair on the back of her neck stood up and she moved from the waterfall and sank deeper in the pool. She sensed a presence, a familiar one. Raising her head, she sniffed the air like a skittish deer trying to find the predator in her midst.

She could almost swear she heard Vader’s husky voice whispering in her ear. A smile came over her face. Closing her eyes, she moved back toward the rocks surrounding the waterfall, allowing her mind to open to the lusty thoughts now swirling through her and, strangely enough, around her.

Running her fingertips down her torso, she felt another pair of hands slipping around her waist. She turned to see who it was and the large grin on her face quickly faded. No one was there, yet the hands started to move up her sides and knead her breasts. She heard whispers again, felt hot breath on her neck and figured this to be new game Vader wanted to play.

Moaning, she settled back against the rocks, the hands now moving down her thighs and gripping her firmly. The Force hands moved between her legs and she eagerly opened them. Balancing herself on her hands, the strokes became harder and she gasped as she felt a tongue snake around her mound. The style was unmistakable; she knew it had to be Vader. His control of the Force and the ways he could manipulate it were more than she had ever though possible.

Quick hard strokes of his fingers now penetrated her and, combined with the limber tongue; it sent her over the edge. She reached down to grasp his hair, but just ended up slashing herself with water. Shaking her head, she grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples hard, moaning as she felt the edge drawing near. Renee lost herself in the passion radiating from her climax and screamed out his name as she came.

Coming back down to earth (so to speak), the Force hands withdrew from her and she felt them caress her wet hair as they left. Low, husky whispers in her ear said, “You want me now?”

Scanning the shadows, she saw Vader emerge from them, dressed in his black cloak and nothing more. He looked to her like an animal that was stalking its prey, ready to pounce. Renee bit her bottom lip and thought to herself, “I don’t want you darlin’. I fuckin’ NEED you.”

Vader’s eyes glowed amber as he threw his cloak to the ground. Standing at the pool’s edge, he gave her a smile that would melt solid rock, not to mention make Renee’s legs turn to jelly. He shook his hair back and plunged in the water. Coming up beside her, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her into the pool with him. Holding her just inches from his face, his eyes still glowing, he tried to read her thoughts. For some reason, tonight was the first time he could actually hear her mind. Maybe it was because she was totally relaxed; maybe it was his use of the Force on her body. Whatever it was, he wanted possess every part of her, to be one with her body and mind.

Renee leaned in and brushed her lips against his, but he harshly pulled her back by her hair. Questions churned in her mind, ‘What’s the deal with him? Why is he stopping?’

Vader’s expression softened as he heard the questions from her. He released her hair and pushed his soft lips against hers, kissing her gently as his mind sought out hers. Letting her lips part, she eagerly met his probing tongue, her hands roaming over his body.

_I want you, Renee. All of you._ Renee heard him speak to her, but that couldn’t be. Her eyes opened wide and his blue eyes met hers.

Pulling back from him, she realized what was going on. She decided to try his little game, to see if it would work.

Renee put on her best seductive look, lips pursed together and thought, ‘Are you gonna fuck me or what?’

The smile on Vader’s face was all the response she needed. She heard in her head, _Yes, my belle, I am_, as he gathered her up and moved over to the waterfall.

Renee lost herself in his arms, his powerful hips thrusting him into her, filling her completely. Her mind opened completely to him and he shared his as well. Waves of passionate emotions spun around them as they merged bodies and souls. Renee experienced the most intense orgasm of her life. She damn near passed out from the overwhelming intensity. At the height of her passion, she called out his name, _Oh Anakin!_

Somewhat stunned, he paused and slowed his pace as her eyes met his. The look on her face fueled the fire in his veins. Crouching down slightly, he rammed into her till Renee gasped against his neck. Licking at her collarbone, he bit down sharply as he felt the onslaught of his own climax. Renee held on to him as his movements became frenzied. Throwing his head back, clenching his teeth, he grunted as he came deep inside her.

Renee gently cradled him as they both slowly caught their breath. He clung to her, his head resting in the crook of her neck. She had a sense that things between them had somehow changed, and she felt more vulnerable.

Bonnie, on the other hand, had not relinquished all her control over Obi-wan. Even though he was no longer restrained, she still had a few tricks up her sleeve.