Tempest of Flesh

Obi-wan stirred slightly in his bed. Always aware and alert, he found it hard to sleep. His unperceptible connection with his padawan affected him day and night.



Now it roused him from his light slumber. It seemed Anakin had a visitor. Obi-wan rubbed his eyes and starred into the complete darkness of his private room. He listened carefully, not just with his ears, but also with the force.



Reaching out towards Anakin's room, situated just next door, Obi-wan felt the female presence. He knew automatically who she was. Padme had come to Anakin in the night. His padawan had been right about her intentions when he had told Obi-wan earlier during their day. Anakin knew she would come.



Obi-wan opened himself to Anakin's feelings more. He felt the arousal. The longing. Obi-wan found the heat in his body rise, his breathing slightly heavier. What was he doing?



Anakin had said it would be alright. His master too could enjoy the pleasure of taking Padme again and again. Obi-wan smirked into the darkness. The boy worried so much for him. Eought to let him experience a woman through him. IT was a bond many could not fathom.



He wasn't sure he was using the power given to him by the force in th ebest possible way. Sexual intercourse was not forbidden by the jedi. Intimacy sometimes bred the caring neccessary to be a more sympathetic jedi. Attachment, which Anakin was showing more and more of, was forbidden. Sometimes the duality was hard to seperate, even for a trained master like himself.



He felt the bulge pressing hard against the seem of his sleep shorts. A reminder of just how long it had been since he had partaken of a woman's body. Rubbing his hand slightly over the ever hardening knot, Obi-wan turned his attention back to what Anakin was feeling. The feelings they were now sharing.



Obi-wan stifled a pleasured moan which almost escaped his lips and fluttered into the dark room. The moan stayred deep in his throat, rumbling in his chest slightly. He knew he could not be heard by those nearby, but control was something he always exercised. Delayed gratification sometimes made the release even more pleasurable.



He felt the urge of wanting to overpower the body of Padme. Feeding it with his own thoughts, Obi-wan stoked the fires of desire in Anakin's mind. Not urging him to hurt her, but to have his way with her. Something Obi-wan himself wanted to do. Anakin's ability to stifle emotions won and although the desire was still there, Obi-wan didn't feel the urgency he had felt before.



Still the erection he had was growing stronger and Obi-wan had to stop himself from completing his orgasm. He wanted to feel what Anakin was feeling when he plunged into Padme. Obi-wan wasn't sure after the first penetration that he would be able to keep from spilling his seed. It had been a longtime.



Goosebumps rose on his skin. Yes, Anakin was feeling the same thing. Obi-wan ran his hand over his prickling, bare chest. Such a strange sensation to be touched and no one to be by your side.



He kicked at the bed covers and they tumbled to the floor. He was hot. Not just physically, but internally. Obi-wan believed his blood was going to boil and burn him from the inside. The knot in his stomach grew. A sign he recognized as impending orgasm. It was too soon. He hung his feet over the bed and came to a sitting position. His head in his hands, he ran his fingers through his hair.



Pounding in his chest, his heart leapt. How he desired to feel her skin and force himself into the glistening folds of her body. Thrusting, pushing, growling with the building desire in his body. Hearing her gasp and moan under the weight of his body.



Pulling his hair, Obi-wan rose from his bed and stood. He paced from left to right, trying to calm his nerces. They were tight and crackeling with intense desire. He felt the need to shed his skin and pull the nerves from his body. The aching inside was intense. His fingers kneeded at his flesh as the feeling seemed to ebb. He felt better.