Tempest of Flesh
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Star Wars (All) › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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20,247
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2
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 6
Anakin was surprised, but not alarmed at what his master had done to Padme's nightgown. What surprised Anakin was the impulsiveness of the act. It was something Obi-wan was not known for, but still Anakin knew it aroused Padme and that was all he needed to know.
He could feel her body trembling against his chest. Anakin tell whether she was cold or shivering because of the excitement of the situation. He held her steady and even more closley, if possible, then before. He nipped at her ear lightly.
"You want him, don't you?" Anakin whispered into her ear, his voice rough with longing. Padme nodded.
Although he loved Padme with his entire being, Anakin felt no jealousy coursing through his veins. At this moment, and point in time, what his master was doing with Padme seemed natural. Almost as if it had always been meant to happen.
"It's okay," Anakin reassured her. She didn't need his permission, he knew, but he felt as though he needed to voice it to her. Reassure her he wasn't jealous.
Obi-wan, who had been watching his padawn interact with Padme, dropped to his knees in front of her. He kissed her stomach, moving slowly toward the glistening passage between her delicate thighs. His tongue tasting every inch on the way down. Finally, unable to control the knot growing inside his stomach, he let his tongue glide slowly over her nub. At first a quick flick of his tongue. Padme arched her back and moaned. The sound music to both Anakin and Obi-wan.
Obi-wan let his tongue explore more freely, pressing his mouth into her more and more. Anakin kissing Padme's neck and shoulder relentlessly, took Padme's other leg into his hand and liefted. Padme, now completly relying on Anakin for support, was exposed for Obi-wan to explore.
"Anakin ..." she moand. Anakin couldn't tell if it was protest or wanting. It was a mixture of both in his ears.
"Shhh," Anakin whispered calming her and assuring her she would be fine.
Obi-wan pressed his mouth more fully into Padme's passage letting his tongue linger only momentarily inside of her. Padme's juice slicked his face. Obi-wan felt the droplets gathering on his chin. He slipped his two fingers inside her easily. His own saliva and her body's own reaction mixing together to create a lubricant.
Padme bucked against Anakin's body as Obi-wan continued his attack on her senses. Anakin used the force to help steady her. He enjoyed the raw emotion he felt coming from her. Yet another layer to the situation those without the force could not comprehend.
Obi-wan stopped. Breathing heavily, he sat back on his haunches to catch his breath. HIs face glistening in the ambiant lighting of the room. He ran a hand through his sweat soaked hair and calmed himself in the force. He shifted to give his growing erection space within the sleep shorts he was wearing.
Padme's chest heaved and she gasped for breath. Anakin touched her with the force and helped her to calm herself. There was no reason to rush her to climax. Anakin wanted her to enjoy every sensation. To feel everythign two jedi could offer her. Her hand reached up and she intertwined her fingers in his padawan braid. A sign of affection between the two of them.
Anakin released her legs, letting her feet once again touch the floor. He took her by the hand and led her to his bed. He threw the pillow on the floor and tore the covers off tossing them in a puddle at the end of the bed. Padme shrugged off the two pieces of her nightgown and they fell silently to the ground. She laid down on the bed. Her eyes darting from Anakin, who was standing at the foot of the bed, to Obi-wan who was still kneeling silently on the floor.
Obi-wan raised his hand, his eyes concentrating on Padme's. Then she felt it. He wasn't touching her, but he was, she felt it. First caressing her brests. Then moving slowly down her body. Padme moand. Anakin raised his hand and joined what his master was doing. Padme gripped the sheets, her back arching.
"Anakin," Padme said breathlessly between deep low moans. "Obi-wan."
Anakin moved closer to the bed kneeling on the edge. He chose not to disrobe. He wanted Padme to have the honor of stripping his clothes from his body.
He could feel her body trembling against his chest. Anakin tell whether she was cold or shivering because of the excitement of the situation. He held her steady and even more closley, if possible, then before. He nipped at her ear lightly.
"You want him, don't you?" Anakin whispered into her ear, his voice rough with longing. Padme nodded.
Although he loved Padme with his entire being, Anakin felt no jealousy coursing through his veins. At this moment, and point in time, what his master was doing with Padme seemed natural. Almost as if it had always been meant to happen.
"It's okay," Anakin reassured her. She didn't need his permission, he knew, but he felt as though he needed to voice it to her. Reassure her he wasn't jealous.
Obi-wan, who had been watching his padawn interact with Padme, dropped to his knees in front of her. He kissed her stomach, moving slowly toward the glistening passage between her delicate thighs. His tongue tasting every inch on the way down. Finally, unable to control the knot growing inside his stomach, he let his tongue glide slowly over her nub. At first a quick flick of his tongue. Padme arched her back and moaned. The sound music to both Anakin and Obi-wan.
Obi-wan let his tongue explore more freely, pressing his mouth into her more and more. Anakin kissing Padme's neck and shoulder relentlessly, took Padme's other leg into his hand and liefted. Padme, now completly relying on Anakin for support, was exposed for Obi-wan to explore.
"Anakin ..." she moand. Anakin couldn't tell if it was protest or wanting. It was a mixture of both in his ears.
"Shhh," Anakin whispered calming her and assuring her she would be fine.
Obi-wan pressed his mouth more fully into Padme's passage letting his tongue linger only momentarily inside of her. Padme's juice slicked his face. Obi-wan felt the droplets gathering on his chin. He slipped his two fingers inside her easily. His own saliva and her body's own reaction mixing together to create a lubricant.
Padme bucked against Anakin's body as Obi-wan continued his attack on her senses. Anakin used the force to help steady her. He enjoyed the raw emotion he felt coming from her. Yet another layer to the situation those without the force could not comprehend.
Obi-wan stopped. Breathing heavily, he sat back on his haunches to catch his breath. HIs face glistening in the ambiant lighting of the room. He ran a hand through his sweat soaked hair and calmed himself in the force. He shifted to give his growing erection space within the sleep shorts he was wearing.
Padme's chest heaved and she gasped for breath. Anakin touched her with the force and helped her to calm herself. There was no reason to rush her to climax. Anakin wanted her to enjoy every sensation. To feel everythign two jedi could offer her. Her hand reached up and she intertwined her fingers in his padawan braid. A sign of affection between the two of them.
Anakin released her legs, letting her feet once again touch the floor. He took her by the hand and led her to his bed. He threw the pillow on the floor and tore the covers off tossing them in a puddle at the end of the bed. Padme shrugged off the two pieces of her nightgown and they fell silently to the ground. She laid down on the bed. Her eyes darting from Anakin, who was standing at the foot of the bed, to Obi-wan who was still kneeling silently on the floor.
Obi-wan raised his hand, his eyes concentrating on Padme's. Then she felt it. He wasn't touching her, but he was, she felt it. First caressing her brests. Then moving slowly down her body. Padme moand. Anakin raised his hand and joined what his master was doing. Padme gripped the sheets, her back arching.
"Anakin," Padme said breathlessly between deep low moans. "Obi-wan."
Anakin moved closer to the bed kneeling on the edge. He chose not to disrobe. He wanted Padme to have the honor of stripping his clothes from his body.