A Sacred Dance

Title: A Sacred Dance

Author: Peggy Schultz

Email: Masterobiwankenobi@msn.com

Website: www.ajourneythrough.mysitespace.com

Time frame: Jedi Apprentice, Obi-Wan is 19.

Summary: Obi-Wan accepts an invitation to participate in a ceremony to celebrate a Princess’s birthday. She becomes an adult on her planet and Obi-Wan gets more than he bargained for. Formerly listed under Kenobiself.

Disclaimer: The Star Wars characters and the Star Wars universe that I borrow them from belong to George Lucas. The story and any original characters belong to me. This story was written for entertainment purposes only; I do not make any money from this. You can use my story on your site if you want, just let me know first.

Rated: NC-17

Authors Note: Anything between /slashes/ indicates a conversation in the Master/Padawan Training bond.


A Sacred Dance

Obi-Wan Kenobi sat silently in the lounge outside of King Judan’s office. He was waiting for his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, to finish speaking with the king. He had a strange feeling they were talking about him, although he couldn’t imagine why.

He was not aware of doing anything contrary to the laws of the small planet called Rulana. If he had done something, then he was unaware of the rules at the time of the infraction. The negotiations were successful. The king had thrown a party to celebrate, insisting that he and Master Qui-Gon join the festivities. Qui-Gon had agreed, but only after the king informed him that his people would consider it an offence if the Jedi did not participate in the celebration. Obi-Wan had enjoyed the festivities more than his master, spending nearly the entire evening on the dance floor.

Obi-Wan had quickly learned that dancing was a regular past time for the people of Rulana as well as a sacred obligation. The king’s daughter Breanna, who Obi-Wan had danced with at least five times, told him that dancing was how the Rulanas expressed their feelings toward another person. Qui-Gon had later teased him that he was quite popular with the Rulanas. Obi-Wan had chuckled, but had to admit that he did have a good time. He especially enjoyed spending time with Princess Breanna.

“Obi-Wan,” A familiar female voice interrupted his thoughts of the previous night’s events. “Why are you sitting outside of my father’s office?” Breanna asked as she entered the lounge.

Obi-Wan looked toward the entranceway of the lounge and saw the sixteen year old girl standing in the doorway and smiled. “Your father wanted to speak with my Master alone and he asked if I would wait here.”

“Well then I will keep you company,” she told him. She walked over to the bench seat and sat down beside him. Her silver eyes seemed to twinkle like stars in the night as she turned to face him. “I would like to ask you something,” she continued.

“What would you like to ask me your highness?” Obi-Wan queried. Her plum colored hair, which she had worn in a long braid the night before, now cascaded down over her shoulders, and ending just below her breasts.

“Please call me Breanna; I’d like to think that we’re friends. On my world, friends don’t call one another by their titles,” she told him. He watched her full lips curve upward into a sweet shy smile as she looked into his eyes and he noticed the small dimples that formed on her rosy cheeks. “Obi-Wan, tomorrow is my seventeenth birthday. The day I become an adult according the laws of Rulana.”

“Happy Birthday,” Obi-Wan smiled at her. She was a beautiful girl. Her red dress clung to her slim body, accentuating her curves nicely. Obi-Wan felt a strong attraction to the girl and had to force himself to remember that she was a young Princess and he was a Jedi Padawan.

“Thanks,” she smiled shyly again and took a deep breath. “My people on their seventeenth birthdays take part in a ritual called The Ceremony of Adulthood. It’s a very special ceremony that’s sacred to my people. I’m allowed to choose the person who will um… help me perform our most sacred dance, the Lieebe Dance. I wanted to ask you if you would be my partner for the ceremony. I already spoke to my father about it and he agreed that you would make a good partner. He is probably discussing the matter with your Master right now.”

“We’re supposed to leave later today. However, if Master Qui-Gon says it’s alright, then I would be honored to share the sacred dance with you,” Obi-Wan told her. He hoped that she was right about the reason that her father was speaking with Qui-Gon.

Breanna smiled brightly, her silver eyes sparkling even more. She excitedly wrapped her arms around Obi-Wan’s neck and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Standing up she said, “Thank you, I have to go now.” Before he could say anything else, she rushed out of the lounge. Obi-Wan watched her excited exit with mild amusement. He was still staring at the entranceway when the door to the king’s office slid open.

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“Padawan, would you please join us?” Qui-Gon asked, poking his head out of the room. He watched as his Padawan stood up and walked toward him. The fear that his apprentice had felt earlier was now missing. Qui-Gon preceded the nineteen-year-old young man into the office and sat down in one of three chairs across from the king. King Judan indicated with a wave of his hand that Obi-Wan should do the same.

“Obi-Wan, I was just telling your Master about my Daughter’s Birthday. She will become an adult tomorrow,” the king began, wasting no time with small talk.

“Yes, I spoke with her while I was waiting for Master Qui-Gon and she explained the Ceremony of Adulthood to me. She asked me to be her partner for this special occasion,” Obi-Wan told them.

Qui-Gon was surprised by the young man’s bluntness in explaining the situation; he expected more nervousness from his Padawan. Qui-Gon had told the king that it was Obi-Wan’s choice and he would honor the young man’s decision. He also told him that if Obi-Wan accepted the offer that he would have to contact the temple to make sure that they were not needed for another mission. Qui-Gon, however, felt confident that Obi-Wan would refuse to take part in the ritual ceremony.

“And what did you tell her?” The king asked, eagerly waiting for his answer.

“I told her that as long as it was alright with my Master, that I would be honored to be her partner.”

Qui-Gon stared at his apprentice open mouthed in utter surprise, wondering if he had heard him correctly. Hearing King Judan’s next words, he knew there was no mistake.

“That’s great. I shall contact Master Yoda personally to inquire if you can remain for an extra day,” the king smiled. “I always enjoy speaking with the little Trollian,” the king told them, as he started to punch some keys on the comm unit at the end of his desk.

/Trollian?/ Obi-Wan asked through the bond that he shared with his master.

/A Trollian is a mythical creature on this world. King Judan claims that Yoda resembles the creature, and fondly calls Yoda a Trollian, / Qui-Gon explained. /Did Princess Breanna explain to you exactly what is involved in the ceremony and what you would have to do? /

/Yes Master, / Obi-Wan sent through the bond, as a holographic image of Master Yoda appeared in front of them. King Judan had turned the viewscreen and stepped around to the front of his desk so that they could all see the screen.

“Master Yoda, my old friend, it’s good to see you,” King Judan smiled brightly. His gray hair seemed to shine as the light from the sun poured through the window behind him and down on his head.

“King Judan,” Yoda bowed, “Good to see you it is.”

“My old friend, I have called to ask a great favor of you. Tomorrow my oldest daughter Breanna will become an adult and take part in the Ceremony of Adulthood. She has asked Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi to be her partner for the ceremony. He has accepted her offer. If there are no objections from the Council and he is not needed for an extra day; My daughter and I would consider it an honor to have Padawan Kenobi participate in the ritual.”

“Hmm,” the holographic image murmured glancing toward the Padawan, “Know of this custom I do,” Yoda told them. Qui-Gon felt a glimmer of hope that Yoda would not allow Obi-Wan to participate. “Important to Rulana’s culture it is. Dishonor the Rulanas I will not. Take part in the ceremony Padawan Kenobi will.”

Qui-Gon could not believe what had just happened. Yoda knew what took place during the ceremony, but allowed Obi-Wan to take part in it anyway.

“Thank you my friend,” the king bowed.

Yoda bowed as well and the holographic image disappeared. Qui-Gon could not believe that his Padawan would agree to such a strange ritual. He would have to speak with Obi-Wan about the matter when they returned to their guest quarters.

“If you will excuse me Master Qui-Gon, Padawan Kenobi, I must make arrangements for the ceremony tomorrow night,” King Judan told them. “I’ll see both of you for dinner. You can feel free to make your selves at home in the palace. You may use our libraries or gaming facilities if you like.”

“Thank you,” Qui-Gon bowed his head as he and Obi-Wan stood and silently exited the office.

“Master,” Obi-Wan began as the office door closed with a hiss behind them. “You seem unhappy that I accepted Breanna’s request to participate in the Ceremony.”

“I am very surprised at you Obi-Wan. I did not expect such unorthodox behavior from you. Other Padawans may take part in such behavior, but I did not think you would,” Qui-Gon commented.

“Master, it’s just a sacred dance, nothing to get upset about. I thought we could use an extra day to relax before we go back to the temple or the Council sends us on another mission,” Obi-Wan explained.

“A sacred dance,” Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow. “You’re not telling me that you agreed to participate in the rite because you thought that it was an actual dance like you danced last night, are you?” Qui-Gon asked. Suddenly it made sense why the young man agreed to participate. “I think I’m going to enjoy seeing his face when I explain to him what he has gotten himself into,” Qui-Gon thought. Obi-Wan seemed to have a knack for getting himself into unusual situations, sometimes even dangerous ones.

“Well Master, she did tell me that the Lieebe Dance was her people’s most sacred dance. I assume that it’s a little different than the way we danced last night, but I’m sure that I can get the hang of it. Maybe one of the king’s servants would help to teach me the dance. That way I won’t look like I don’t know what I am doing.”

Qui-Gon stopped walking and turned to look at his apprentice. He was unable to hold his laughter. His naive Padawan had made a wrong assumption about the dance. The poor young man could not get out of his promise now without dishonoring the king and his daughter.

“Master?” Obi-Wan asked with a smile, wondering what he had said to cause his Master’s uncharacteristic laughter.

“Obi-Wan, we must have a discussion when we return to our guest apartment.” Qui-Gon said once his laughter was somewhat under control.

“Why were you laughing?” Obi-Wan asked as they entered the turbo lift that would take them to their apartment. “Do you not think that the servants could teach me the sacred dance in time for the ceremony?”

Qui-Gon closed his eyes trying to keep from laughing. He, however, could not get the image of servants lined up down the hall of their apartment waiting to teach the sacred dance Obi-Wan out of his mind.

“Master, you’ve said it yourself many times; I’m a fast learner with new katas and saber techniques. I don’t see why a dance is any different.”

This time Qui-Gon could not contain his laughter. He laughed harder than he had laughed in years. Tears welled in his eyes, but he was unable to stop his laughter. After a few minutes, he thought he had his laughter under control. The look of confusion on his Padawan’s face proved him wrong, as he began to laugh again.

Finally, the lift stopped and they exited, a few feet from their guest apartment. Qui-Gon quickly entered and immediately retreated to the fresher to compose himself before letting his Padawan know exactly what was involved in the sacred dance.

Once he had himself under control again, Qui-Gon walked out into the living area of the apartment. His Padawan stood in front of the large bay windows watching the people of Rulana go about their daily routines. “Master, would you please tell me what’s going on?” he asked. He kept his back to Qui-Gon as he continued to stare out the window.

“Obi-Wan, I think you should sit down,” Qui-Gon told him.

Obi-Wan nodded and moved away from the window. He crossed the room and sat on one of the plush chairs near his Master. Qui-Gon sat on a chair across from Obi-Wan, tugging lightly on his beard, trying to find the words that he needed to say.

“Obi-Wan,” he began, after a few moments of silence. “The best way that I can describe the sacred dance of adulthood is to tell you what it involves. The dance is private between the person who has reached the age of adulthood and the person that is chosen to dance with them. The Rulanas define dancing as two people moving together held closely in each other’s arms to the beat of a song or to their own hearts. A dance can be as simple as two friends dancing at a party like you did last night. Or it can be a private and intimate dance in bed.” Qui-Gon watched the young man’s reaction carefully. He was not surprised when Obi-Wan’s face turned red and his eyes widened.

“Master, you’re not trying to tell me that the sacred dance involves sex, are you?”

“Obi-Wan, Lieebe means love,” Qui-Gon sighed. “Yes, the sacred dance involves sex. Although, the Rulanas prefer to refer to it as a sacred dance, or making love with someone that they trust. The dance is the first sexual intercourse of a person beginning life as an adult.”

“You… this can’t be right. You must be mistaken,” Obi-Wan stammered as he ran his hand through his hair.

“I’m sorry, Obi-Wan. You should have paid more attention to the information about the planet’s customs. Skimming over the contents of the datapad isn’t good enough. If you had read the datapad I gave you in detail, you would know that lovemaking is a sacred joining of two partners. The partners trust one another and share an attraction to one another.” Knowing that his Padawan would try to get out of it, he continued. “I’m sorry; you must go through with the ceremony, despite the fact that you agreed, without knowing all the details. You have already agreed and to change your mind now would be dishonorable. I want you to meditate for two hours tonight about why you should not skim through your reading.”

Qui-Gon watched as Obi-Wan sat quietly for a moment letting everything he had just learned sink in. “Yes Master,” the young man told him. Qui-Gon then retreated to his sleep room to meditate leaving Obi-Wan to think about what he had unknowingly agreed to.

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Obi-Wan was kept away from Breanna the entire day. He was informed that he was not permitted to see her before the ceremony began. Now he stood in a large immaculately decorated sleep chamber with his Master next to him and King Judan standing in front of him. He wore a black silk shirt that except for three buttons, hung open halfway down his torso. It revealed more of his chest than he would normally expose with the Jedi tunics. He was also given black silk pants to wear.

“She is ready your Highness,” a servant, poking her head inside the room from an adjoining door, informed them.

The king nodded, and then spoke, “Obi-Wan Kenobi, you are here today at the request of my daughter, Princess Breanna Sertistino to take part in the Sacred Dance of Adulthood. As we stand before these witnesses, do you accept?”

Obi-Wan felt a lump form in his throat and wondered if he could really go through with it. He looked to his Master beside him, the king in front of him, and the King’s advisers. There were servants who stood in the room and Obi-Wan wondered if they would have to watch. “I accept,” he nodded.

“Very good; as the father of the new adult, I accept you as my daughter’s first partner in the Sacred Dance, and I give you my daughter’s hand to show my acceptance of your joining.”

The adjacent door again slid open and Princess Breanna walked through the door. Obi-Wan swallowed a gasp as he looked at the Princess. Her hair was again cascading down her shoulders in waves and there were golden ribbons woven into her hair. She wore a long maroon colored gown with spaghetti straps that you could see through. Underneath she had on a dark maroon colored bra that was so small that her breasts were barely concealed; she wore maroon colored underwear and high-heeled shoes. She walked slowly across the room to stand beside her father in front of Obi-Wan. King Judan took his daughter’s hand in his and then took Obi-Wan’s hand. With a bow of his head to Breanna and to Obi-Wan, he placed her hand in Obi’s, saying, “Let the Sacred Dance begin.”

Obi-Wan stared into Breanna’s silver eyes, feeling his attraction for her grow stronger as she smiled back at him. To his relief, as he and Breanna stood motionless staring into each other’s eyes, everyone in the room began to leave, until only the two of them remained.

“Dance with me,” Breanna told him as she moved his hand to her waist and stepped closer to him. His other hand instinctively wrapped around her tiny waist to rest on the small of her back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and began to sway back and forth against his body. They danced like that to the sound of each other’s heartbeats for a few moments, before Breanna slowly moved her hands down his back pulling him close to her, and then sliding her hands under his shirt and up his back.

Obi-Wan looked down into her fascinating silver eyes again, and then leaned closer gently brushing his lips against hers as he lowered his hands to her hips. Obi-Wan deepened the kiss slowly sliding his tongue into her open mouth. He began to twirl his tongue around hers as he squeezed her breast and Breanna returned his kiss passionately.

When they finally broke apart, Obi-Wan spoke, “Do you really want to do this Breanna, or are we here just because this is a custom of your planet? My people believe that it’s best to wait, whether you are seventeen, or twenty-five until you are ready.” Obi-Wan had had sex before, but this was different, it felt more like an arrangement. This was not like the other times when he had dated Siri Tachi. They had known one another for years before they became intimate and they had waited until they were both ready to change their relationship.

“Obi-Wan,” Breanna smiled, taking his hand and placing it on top of her breast, “From the first time I saw you; I knew that I wanted you to dance with me in the sacred dance, you have such amazing eyes. They are never the same shade of blue or green. I want to know how they will look when you are dancing with me. I want to see the passion in your eyes that I have only glimpsed so far. I want you to make love to me all night long, until neither of us can bear to keep our eyes open anymore. Then maybe after we wake, we can dance one last time before you must leave,” she leaned forward and kissed him with all the passion she could, to show him exactly how much she wanted him.

Obi-Wan returned her kiss, allowing himself to feel the desire that he had tried to hide when he first met her. He began to caress her breast and to enjoy the feel of her body through her clothing.

Breanna trailed kisses down his chin paying extra attention to his cleft before continuing downward to his neck. Obi-Wan closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her beautifully swollen soft lips as they gently brushed over his skin. Obi-Wan felt a shiver run up and down his spine and a soft groan escaped his lips. She rubbed her hands over the opening of his shirt, running her fingers through the wiry curls.

Obi-Wan could not hold back anymore, he lowered his hands down to the hem of the see-through dress. Lifting it off over her head, he slid his hand underneath the thin material of her bra to feel the soft skin of her breast. He could feel her nipple stiffen beneath his touch. He slid his thumb back and forth over the swollen tip and smiled when she released her own contented sigh.

Before he had even realized what had happened, Breanna had slid the now unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders. Obi-Wan let go of her breast and let the shirt slide down his arms into a pile on the floor. Without warning, Breanna pushed Obi-Wan backward causing him to fall onto the large bed, with its silky smooth red sheets. Obi-Wan looked at her with wide eyes as she reached behind her, undid the clasp of her bra, and slid the material off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor near Obi-Wan’s shirt. Breanna smiled down at him, as she began to rub her hands over his bare chest. Obi-Wan was enthralled by the way her movements caused her full breasts to sway above him. He licked his lips and flipped them over so that he was now on top of her. Without hesitation, he reached out to cup her breast in his left hand while, he leaned forward, and took the other one into his mouth. He twirled his tongue around her nipple and then sucked the throbbing rose-tipped nipple into his mouth, causing her to gasp.

While he sucked on her breast, alternating between kneading and caressing her other breast, he slowly he slid his right hand down to her hip and beneath her underwear. He shifted his hand to the tangle of hair that he felt at the juncture between her thighs and began to gently rub his fingers back and forth.

“Oh…” Breanna gasped as she instinctively arched her hips closer to his hand.

Obi-Wan smiled, “You like that don’t you?” he asked after releasing her breast from his mouth. Unable to find her voice to answer him, she nodded her head. With her nod, he slid further down the bed. Using his right hand, he slid her underwear down her legs and tossed them onto the pile of clothes that littered the floor. He noticed that the hair between her legs was the same plum color as her head. He had wondered if she had changed her hair color as many females from her planet frequently did.

Obi-Wan licked his lips and pushed her legs apart to obtain better access to her center. He lowered his head between her legs and began to place gentle tentative kisses on her most sensitive of places. When he heard her sharp intake of breath, he plunged his tongue inside of her, and began to slide it in and out of her center. Breanna began to squirm beneath him, as he brought his hand up and started to rub her lips in a circular motion with his thumb. “Oh… Obi-Wan,” she squealed at the sensations that Obi-Wan caused her to feel.

Obi-Wan suddenly moved away from her, stood up, and began to pull off his pants, freeing an erection that begged for release. He could sense that Breanna was ready and he was unwilling to wait any longer.

Taking off his pants and boots, he kicked them into the pile with the rest of the discarded clothing. He climbed onto the bed and leaned over the top of Breanna readying himself to enter her, when she took him by surprise flipping him over onto his back, so that she was on top of him.

Before he had a chance to react she had moved down the bed just as he had moments ago, and wrapped her hand around his length. Obi-Wan lifted his head to watch as she slowly began to slide her hand up and down his penis. He let out a sigh at the feeling of her smooth skin on his erection. He had not expected her to touch him since this was her first time. Just as the thought appeared in his mind, Breanna lowered her head and took his throbbing erection into her mouth and began to alternate between sucking the tip, and sliding it in and out of her mouth. “Breanna…” he gasped stunned even further by her actions. He closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of her mouth devouring his penis. “Oh… Breanna that’s so good,” he breathed heavily, as she brought him close to release and then abruptly stopped, leaving him panting and wanting more.

She smiled at him, her dimples again appearing on her cheeks. “My friend Andrew thought so too,” seeing the amazed expression that the Jedi Padawan failed to hide quickly enough she continued, “We are not permitted to have intercourse until adulthood Obi-Wan, but it is common for experimentation. You are not the first man to touch me, although I must admit, Andrew failed the tests miserably compared to you. I’m glad that I didn’t choose him as my partner.”

Obi-Wan smiled at her, “I’m glad too,” he agreed. Breanna smiled again and moved forward positioning herself over top of him. She let his erection gently rub against her lips and smiled when he closed his eyes. For a moment, she rocked back and forth letting his penis rub the outside of her entrance. She was about to take him inside of her, when Obi-Wan asked, “Are you sure you’re ready for this? I promise to be as gentle as I can.”

In reply Breanna thrust forward, taking him deep inside of her. Obi-Wan threw his head back and gasped again as he penetrated her tight, wet entrance. “Obi-Wan, I’m not a human and I don’t feel pain the way humans do. Even childbirth is not too painful for us she explained, as she began to thrust her hips back and forth almost pulling him out of her and then thrusting back in.

In response, Obi-Wan arched forward to meet her thrust, and they soon developed a frenzied rhythm. Obi-Wan’s heart pounded and he was sure that Breanna could hear it. His breaths came in agonized gasps as air was forced through his lungs. Beads of sweat slid down his forehead as an electrifying chill coursed through his body, heightening the pleasure that the young girl was bringing him. “You’re so beautiful,” he said between breaths. He watched, again fascinated by the way her breasts bounced as she rode him. His hands seemed to take on a mind of their own and before he realized it, he was caressing and kneading her breasts as they made love.

Obi-Wan had never felt this much pleasure with Siri and knew that he would never forget this moment, as his release began to build. He knew he could not last much longer. He plunged his erection deep inside of her two more times before he lost control and exploded with the most electrifying release of his life. Seconds after his release, Breanna climaxed screaming out his name in her cataclysmic response.

Like Breanna told him earlier, they danced the sacred dance three more times before falling asleep wrapped securely in one another’s arms, and then one final time in the morning before Obi-Wan reluctantly had to leave.

As he and Qui-Gon traveled back to Coruscant, he couldn’t help but relive the events of the previous night and the morning. He wondered if he would ever see Breanna again, or have the chance to freely make love all night long and not feel as if he was breaking the Jedi code.

The End