Author's web page: http://www.ravenswing.com/ravendreams/
Category: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut. Smut. Smut. Pointless smut.
Pairing: Q/O
Spoilers: none
Summary: Obi and Qui enjoy the bounties of nature. An
interested party enjoys the bounty of Qui and Obi.
Notes: Many thanks to my betas. Kestrel and Velma. As always,
you make me sound good. All mistakes are mine. Typos are the
will of the Force and are therefore not subject to review. This
whole smutlet was Shadow's fault... she started it!
<g>
Feedback: Waited for with bated breath.
Disclaimers: It's hot here in Texas. It makes us sweaty. Lucas
owns everything.
I heard the splashing and went to make sure none of the
younglings were playing by themselves in the lake. After Dain's
littlest one drowned last year, I'm always very careful to
check. I rounded the corner of the garden and peered around the
fence. What I saw was unexpected, not the little clan children
at all. The outlanders that the Clan Chiefs had requested were
there, swimming and relaxing. The elder of the two was resting
against the trunk of a Gliel, clad only in simple leggings. His
mane was free and the soft breeze captured the strands, blowing
them across his face, catching in his beard. I could hear him
laughing at the antics of his companion.
The younger one, who seemed fully-grown, but whose mane had not
filled out, was splashing his way to the shore, his tunic and
leggings heavy with water. His face, hairless and fine, was
covered in a deep scowl. "That was absolutely not fair, Master.
I told you I didn't want to get wet. I told you I only wanted
to relax in the sun." He grumbled all the way up the bank. The
stomping and pouting looked very much like my Perr when he was
in a snit.
When I caught the sight of the long, damp braid, I understood
the true source of the little one's frustration. This one was a
full-grown male, but he had been shorn! I almost gave myself
away with giggling. Only those males who fight for dominance
and lose have their manes clipped short to remind them of their
rightful place in the tribe. As short as this one's mane was,
he must have been shorn recently.
The elder laughed as the cropped-maned one stomped up, tearing
off his soaked clothing and throwing himself to the ground
beside the outlander with the full mane. These were interesting
creatures, these quiet Jedi with their smooth bodies and gentle
voices. They normally shrouded themselves with clothing,
causing talk that they were malformed. Now that I could see
completely naked Jedi, it was obvious that they were relatively
normal in their bodies, albeit somewhat sparse in their fur. I
would have to report that these Jedi seemed to be intact,
healthy and able to mate.
The young one stretched himself out, flat on his back. The
light from our crimson sun danced across his stomach, stopping
to play in the hollow of his throat. As he rested there, his
skin began to glow, a sheen of sweat covering the tawny skin. I
could smell the need pouring off of him and I smiled when I saw
the nostrils of the elder flare. Ah…these Jedi were
mates.
The elder Jedi looked down, his words carrying easily on the
breeze. "Your skin dulls the brightness of the sun, Padawan."
His voice was dark and rough, the voice of a male on the hunt.
The shorn one shivered and the elder traced the lines of his
exposed face, grabbing the long braid and pulling it slightly.
The hunter then stroked down the shining body, petting his prey
deeply, massaging the muscles in his flank and thigh.
The shorn one's sex began to rise, filling out and firming
rapidly. He whimpered low in his throat as he sat up, meeting
the elder's lips. The dominant male took the kiss, gathering
his mate in his arms and caressing his back.
"Master…" Lips traveled down a smooth neck, leaving
bright marks behind. The young one arched, revealing more of
his neck, and the old male never hesitated. I watched as they
bit and licked at one another, making soft sounds of pleasure.
The smaller Jedi worked his way down the other's sizable chest,
stopping to feed on the hard nipples lapping them delicately as
if they were covered in cream. The big man arched, shaking the
Gliel, and hundreds of the tiny white flowers came loose,
covering them, catching haphazardly in his hair. One floated
across the small clearing and I caught it in my paw. The smell
was sweet and spicy and made my mouth water.
I heard a gasp as the golden-haired Jedi slipped a hand inside
the leggings of the silvered male, tracing the hardness that
was concealed there. Gliel flowers showered onto the ground as
they moved together, slender hands bobbing steadily underneath
the cloth, as a rosy mouth traveled over the sweating torso.
The stroking and licking continued until the dominant male
growled harshly and pushed the shorn one over onto his back.
Huge hands stripped away the leggings and then the elder Jedi
pounced on his waiting mate, burying the grizzled head into his
groin. I was surprised, really. Nothing that big should be that
graceful or that fast.
The long hair concealed the older Jedi's face, but the shorn
Jedi was radiant, passion warming him along with the sun. His
eyes were open, glazed. They were stormy- skies as they drank
up the sight of the man caressing him with his mouth. I
strained my ears, as the full mouth worked, no sounds coming
out. Finally I heard him.
"Qui-Gon, Master, please. "
A head lifted; there was a feral grin on the old one's face.
"Please what, Obi-Wan?"
The smaller Jedi rolled from beneath his lover, coming to rest
before him on his hands and knees. Looking behind him, the
shorn Jedi asked, "Make love to me, Qui-Gon. I want you inside
me."
He then settled his head against his crossed arms and spread
his thighs. I could see his pulsing sex, hanging heavily, wet
and dark beneath him.
When the shorn one presented himself, his mate growled low in
his throat. He quickly moved behind the kneeling form,
caressing the smooth back before him. Using the spit from his
hand, the alpha male slicked his hardness, making it shine in
the fading light. I watched, as that considerable phallus was
eased into its willing sheath. The golden-maned one's face was
running with sweat, but there was no pain, no fear. I saw
instead a fierce need and desperate pleasure.
The large Jedi thrust, deeply and slowly, bent over the moaning
body beneath him. Harsh growls tore from his throat and into
the air, seeming to burn away at the foliage around him.
Suddenly, he stilled and sat back on his haunches, bringing his
mate up with him, hands covering the gently muscled chest.
"Force! Qui-Gon! Yes!" I could almost feel the heat in the
smaller Jedi's face from where I hid. His face was still in a
terrible grimace of pleasure as that hardness impaled him even
deeper than before. One hand held him upright and still while
the other traveled down his body to the solid, weeping organ
that jutted out from the bright thatch of fur.
Their movement became faster, more frenzied. One hard cock was
buried deeply, while another was being harshly stroked in time
with the thrusts. The shorn Jedi reached to the heavy head
behind him, twisting his fingers in that long, thick mane. He
tilted back his bright head and they kissed.
When the kiss broke off, I heard a groan. "Qui-Gon, I'm going
to come. Please… oh…don't stop…"
Then a deeper response, "Come for me, my love.
Come…for…me…my.. Obi-Wan!"
"Yes!" The white seed pumped out of the Jedi's shaft, spilling
over the alpha male's hand and onto the grass. Then those huge
hands grabbed tightly to muscular hips as the elder male
grunted and thrust his way into completion.
They fell forward, cradled together, the smell of mating heavy
in the air. The smaller outlander turned, stroked the full mane
of his mate. "I do love you, Qui-Gon."
"And I you Obi-Wan."
"We need to get cleaned up, Master. They will be expecting us
for the feasting soon." The young one sat up and began to move
away. The shorn one had an odd smile on his face, almost
wicked. He looked as if he had stolen the k'tra stick or
perhaps bested a favorite in a wrestling bout.
The old one yawned and sighed hugely. "I suppose you're right,
Padawan." As the shorn one gathered his clothes, I turned to
go, creeping along the fence. Suddenly I heard a great roar,
"Padawan!" followed by a great splash. I continued walking,
turning onto the path towards the village and the shorn
outlander hurried past me, laughing to himself.
I watched him run ahead and smiled as I heard the cursing
coming down the path behind me.
Someone's going to be bald at the feasting tonight.
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