Chocolate Dreams
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Category:
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,362
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Star Wars movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 4
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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
You peel an eye open and glare at the alarm clock. It may be a Saturday, but the wonders of Jedi training didn’t seem to notice. Slapping the alarm button, you start to move off the bed, dragging your blanket with you as custom. Only then do you notice that your blanket didn’t seem to be moving. Peering groggily at it, you give it a hard tug, it doesn’t move. You wrap both hands around it and basically throw your self away from it, pulling as hard as you’re capable this earlier. You catch a flurry of limbs and a loud thud as a body hits the floor. Still not awake you tug the blanket after you, dismissing the random body as a leftover dream figment you pad away to the bathroom. You almost make it when a pair of arms wrap themselves around you and a beard softly scratches you shoulder.
“Why are you up this early?” A sleep heavy voice rumbles in you ear and sends delightful shivers down your spine. You turn around and look up at the apparition.
“Funny..my dream looks like Obi Wan. I really must stop fantasizing like this.” You mutter and prepare to turn back around when those arms pull you against said dream. You glare up at the face staring at you and feel the chest rumble as it chuckled. You put your hands against the dream’s chest, only to find warm solid muscle underneath. You swear that you can feel a heartbeat.
“Who says I’m a dream young padawan?” That voice rumbles again, full of amusement. Your eyes widen and your jaw drops as you finally realize that this was in fact, NOT a dream. Obi Wan was here, holding you, both butt ass naked, and you both still had the scent of sex on your skin.
“And it smells wonderful on you.” Obi replied as he nuzzles your neck. You let out a chuckle as his hand slips into the blanket. Yours slips out and finds his already hard and pulsing.
“Ready already huh old man?”
Your eyes cross as the hand slips between your already wet folds and two of those delightful fingers slip inside you. Rough teeth and a scratchy beard glide up and down your neck. Puffs of hot breathe as he chuckles again.
“For you young padawan..I will always be ready.”
*evil smile* “I’ll be sure to hold you to that.” You laugh as he hauls you off to bed.
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(2 hours later)
You can barely catch your breathe as you stare up at the ceiling. Obi’s lying next to you breathing heavily as well. You tilt you head towards him.
“So…..what do you think are my chances of getting Yoda and Windu to prance around in tutus for a day?”
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
You peel an eye open and glare at the alarm clock. It may be a Saturday, but the wonders of Jedi training didn’t seem to notice. Slapping the alarm button, you start to move off the bed, dragging your blanket with you as custom. Only then do you notice that your blanket didn’t seem to be moving. Peering groggily at it, you give it a hard tug, it doesn’t move. You wrap both hands around it and basically throw your self away from it, pulling as hard as you’re capable this earlier. You catch a flurry of limbs and a loud thud as a body hits the floor. Still not awake you tug the blanket after you, dismissing the random body as a leftover dream figment you pad away to the bathroom. You almost make it when a pair of arms wrap themselves around you and a beard softly scratches you shoulder.
“Why are you up this early?” A sleep heavy voice rumbles in you ear and sends delightful shivers down your spine. You turn around and look up at the apparition.
“Funny..my dream looks like Obi Wan. I really must stop fantasizing like this.” You mutter and prepare to turn back around when those arms pull you against said dream. You glare up at the face staring at you and feel the chest rumble as it chuckled. You put your hands against the dream’s chest, only to find warm solid muscle underneath. You swear that you can feel a heartbeat.
“Who says I’m a dream young padawan?” That voice rumbles again, full of amusement. Your eyes widen and your jaw drops as you finally realize that this was in fact, NOT a dream. Obi Wan was here, holding you, both butt ass naked, and you both still had the scent of sex on your skin.
“And it smells wonderful on you.” Obi replied as he nuzzles your neck. You let out a chuckle as his hand slips into the blanket. Yours slips out and finds his already hard and pulsing.
“Ready already huh old man?”
Your eyes cross as the hand slips between your already wet folds and two of those delightful fingers slip inside you. Rough teeth and a scratchy beard glide up and down your neck. Puffs of hot breathe as he chuckles again.
“For you young padawan..I will always be ready.”
*evil smile* “I’ll be sure to hold you to that.” You laugh as he hauls you off to bed.
~~~~~~~~~**********~~~~~~~~~~
(2 hours later)
You can barely catch your breathe as you stare up at the ceiling. Obi’s lying next to you breathing heavily as well. You tilt you head towards him.
“So…..what do you think are my chances of getting Yoda and Windu to prance around in tutus for a day?”