Title:Special Delivery-Part 3
Author: Lanna C
All other info see Part 1

Lairn led them to the tent where the Feast of Plenty had already begun. Upon entering, their senses were assaulted by an unusual array of sights, sounds and aromas. A band played in the far corner, trying to be heard over the din of feasters. A long low table ran down the center, almost taking up the entire length of the tent. Approximately twenty-five couples sat on the carpeted floor along each side. Most were feeding each other by hand, a few were engaged in sexual activities.

Qui-Gon, whose arm was already around Khalya's waist, pulled her even closer. He was uncomfortable without his lightsaber handy. He had had to leave it in their tent or risk exposure. Kissing the side of her head he whispered, "Stay close to me."

She nodded slightly. In spite of the stares she felt from some of the men, Khalya felt perfectly safe with the big Jedi at her side.

They followed Lairn along the inside wall of the tent, making their way past and sometimes over other guests. Three women in various stages of undress approached them. They spoke to Qui-Gon in hushed tones, casting amused glances at Khalya. One ran her hand over his chest. Khalya removed the woman's hand, giving her an icy glare as she did so. The three women moved on.

Although amused at Khalya's reaction, Qui-Gon said, "Take it easy. It's just their way. They are very proud of their sexual prowess."

"Well they can practice it on someone else's husband." She said under her breath.

Lairn led them to an empty space at the table beside a large man being fed by three naked women.

"Friend Qui-Gon!" The big man boomed. "Join us!"

"We would be honored Hasso." Qui-Gon said with a short bow to the rotund leader. He and Khalya took their places on the floor as food and wine was set on the table in front of them. There was bread, fruit, cheese and meat all cut into bite sized pieces.

Khalya sat on her knees at Qui-Gon's left side. Ignoring the amusement in his eyes, she adjusted the flaps of her skirt to keep herself covered as much as possible.

"I can see why you wish to keep her for yourself, Qui-Gon," Hasso called, "She still has the blush of virginity. I felt the same about my first wife. It was three weeks before I accepted any offers for her."

Khalya smiled politely, wishing she were anywhere but here. Hasso returned his attention to the women at his side, who had been eyeing Qui-Gon behind his back.

Sensing the curiosity of some of the other guests, Qui-Gon wrapped his arm around Khalya's waist. Pulling her to him, he buried his face in her neck, nibbling as he whispered, "We are being watched."

Her skin tingled at the touch of his lips and beard. Resisting the urge to tug at the back flap of her costume, Khalya took a piece of fruit from their platter and fed it to Qui-Gon the way she had seen some of the other women do. His lips were soft as he took the fruit from her. She continued to feed him in this manner for several minutes, enjoying the feel of his mouth on her fingers as he sucked them clean after every bite.

More and more of the guests had finished their meal and were involved in some form of sexual encounter. Some, after finishing with one partner, would move on to another or invite others to join them. Qui-Gon was pleased at the level of detachment he was able to acheive considering the erotic atmosphere surrounding him. Seeing Khalya gaping at the couple on his right, he fed her some fruit and cheese to distract her.

Khalya hadn't realized she'd been staring at them until Qui-Gon practically shoved a piece of fruit down her throat. The look on the woman's face as her partner sucked her nipple into his mouth was one of pure ecstasy. Khalya wanted so much to know that feeling.

A loud noise from across the table caught Khalya's attention. It was one of the women who had approached Qui-Gon on their arrival. Khalya poured wine into their goblets, watching the woman out of the corner of her eye. She was making a big show of how much she enjoyed sucking the cock she had in her mouth, while staring at Qui-Gon. Khalya stole a glance at the Jedi. He was watching the woman with obvious interest. She had a sudden urge to throw something at her, but thought better of it. She would show that awful creature that he was not available.

Taking one of the goblets she had just filled, Khalya moved between Qui-Gons legs, and offered him the wine. After he had emptied the goblet, she rose to her knees, placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned in to kiss him. It was a tender little kiss. She barely made contact with his lips. They were soft and warm and tasted of wine. She kissed him again, lingering this time, slipping her tongue between parted lips.

Qui-Gon's detachment was slipping away. With only two kisses Khalya was able to break through his defenses. He told himself she was only playing her part, but he sensed it was more than that. She was staking her claim.

He focused his thoughts on the water they needed to complete their journey and the many miles they still had to travel. Just when he had begun to reestablish his detachment, Khalya switched her attention to his shoulders. She trailed delicate kisses across them, setting his skin on fire and fueling the desires that had been smoldering for so many days. Closing his eyes he immersed himself in the feel of her moist lips and the scent of her hair as his hands played in the soft waves.

Khalya slowly worked her way across the Jedi's broad shoulders, touching him with the tips of her fingers then kissing him. She slipped his vest over his shoulders then leaned into him, feeling his hot skin against hers and a massive erection at her thigh. Her center throbbed, leaving her wet with desire. She nipped his neck. His hands traveled down her back, pressing her more fully against his bare chest. He moaned softly as Khalya moved to suck his earlobe into her mouth.

He's no more cellibate than any of these other men, Khalya thought as she teased his ear with her tongue.

"Qui-Gon."

Startled, both Qui-Gon and Khalya looked up to find Liarn and another man standing next to them.

"Yes?" The Jedi replied irritated.

"Oor here has asked me to make you a proposition." Lairn said indicating the man beside him.

Qui-Gon knew what the man wanted as soon as he'd seen him. He wrapped an arm around Khalya's waist.

"I'll give you one of the best culpa's in my herd if you let me have her for the night." Oor said hopefully, pointing at Khalya.

"A generous offer my friend, but I must decline. We are newly joined and I will have her lay with no man but me tonight." He smiled at Oor, hoping this would end the discussion.

The man returned his smile but his eyes were dark with anger as Lairn led him away.

Khalya looked at Qui-Gon, not knowing what to say.

Qui-Gon opened his mouth to speak but instead pulled her into a hungry kiss, releasing the passion and desire he had been trying to suppress.

Khalya was left breathless and dizzy after his kiss. She turned to the table for a drink of wine to clear her head. She wasn't sure what was real and what was an act any more. No that wasn't true, she thought, she was no longer playing her part. These were her own desires. She wanted this man with every fiber of her being.

Qui-Gon's leg suddenly jerked beside her, Khalya turned to look. That woman was back! She had completely forgotten about her and now here she was at Qui-Gon's side whispering in his ear and slipping her hand inside his pants! Khalya slammed the goblet down on the table and lunged at the other woman, sending her sprawling. Qui-Gon grabbed her around the waist keeping her from going after the woman. Khalya struggled to free herself but the Jedi was too strong. The other woman scrambled to her feet and hurried away.

"Don't you ever come back here!" Khalya called after her.

"Calm yourself." She heard Qui-Gon say, his breath tickled her stomach as he spoke. "It's just their way."

Khalya stopped struggling as she realized she may have just ruined everything. "I'm sorry Qui-Gon." She said quietly, trying to catch her breath. "It's just... I mean...I didn't... well...she shouldn't have..." She stopped stammering with a gasp as she felt Qui-Gon kiss her stomach. Khalya ran her fingers through his soft brown hair as he continued to kiss her belly. His beard scratched her skin. She whimpered with want.

Qui-Gon told himself he should stop, he must stop, she was his mission, but he did not. He let her slide through his arms until her breasts were in his face. He attacked the exposed flesh hungrily, kissing and sucking. Khalya moaned softly as he sucked a hard nipple through the fabric that barely contained her breasts. Qui-Gon could feel how she wanted him, needed him. He slid his thumb along the upper edge of her top, freeing the nipple. He latched onto it, sucking and biting.

Khalya pressed closer to Qui-Gon, wanting more. She ached for him. The throbbing in her core was becoming more intense. The sensation made her want to laugh and cry both. Qui-Gon tucked her nipple back inside her top then let her slide down to his lap. He straightened her legs behind him so that all her weight rested on his erection. He bit at her neck and shoulders. His hands rested on her hips, pressing her onto his clothed penis.

"Can you feel how I want you Khalya?" His voice was hoarse in her ear.

"Yes," she panted. "Please now!" Her body was on fire.

"I can feel how wet you are." With his hands still on her hips he guided her slick opening along the length of his hard shaft. His pants were coated with her juices.

Khalya cried out, her body shuddering at the friction he was causing. His hands slid from her hips to her rear. He went under the back flap of her skirt to grasp her buttocks. She gripped his shoulders keeping up the hip movements he had begun. Qui-Gon's organ seemed to swell beneath her even more as she ground her clitoris over it's clothed length. The ache was building inside her. Her vaginal muscles tensed. Khalya moaned constantly now.

"Come for me." Qui-Gon's voice was thick as he spoke. His fingers dug into her behind, roughly kneeding the flesh. She came at once, her scream lost in the noise that surrounded them. He felt the spasms of her climax through his pants. Their bodies were bathed in sweat as she collapsed against his chest. Past caring whether he stopped or not, Qui-Gon tore at the drawstring that secured his pants. Khalya began to help then in an instant she was gone from his lap.

Oor had yanked her up by her hair. Khalya was crying out, struggling madly to free herself. "I'll send her back in the morning with two of my best culpas." He shouted at the Jedi.

In a blur of motion, Qui-Gon was up, his hand clamped on the older man's throat. "Let her go now and I won't kill you!" He demanded, tightening his grip.

Oor's face began to redden, his eyes widened and bulged. He released Khalya and Qui-Gon freed him. The Noman fell to the ground coughing and gasping for air. Khalya clung to the Jedi's side crying. He held her close, stroking her hair until her tears subsided.

"I want to go." She sniffed. Qui-Gon looked to Hasso for permission. The leader nodded from his position under his three dinner companions.

~*~

The walk back to the tent gave Qui-Gon some time to reflect on everything that had happened and almost happened so far this night. Had it not been for Oor, he would have taken Khalya's virginity, thereby failing his mission to deliver her "unbroken" to her intended. Yoda had told him many times that every mission would test him. What should have been a simple mission was turning out to be more difficult than his trials and Qui-Gon was beginning to suspect that someone had made certain it would be.

~*~

Once inside their tent Khalya wrapped her arms around Qui-Gon's neck. She looked into his eyes and knew instantly that their moment was gone. He had changed his mind or perhaps he had been simply playing the role of a newlywed husband too well. Whatever it was she knew he would not be making love with her tonight. Frustration, anger and sorrow filled her. She turned away from him as her eyes pooled with tears. He grabbed her around the waist, pulling her back to him. Khalya tried to pull away but he was too strong.

"I'm sorry, Khalya. I never meant to hurt you." He sighed, resting his chin on her head. He felt a tear land on his arm. "Please don't cry."

Khalya wiped her eyes with a hand. She had an urge to verbally lash out at him but couldn't bring herself to do it. He was only trying to fulfill his duty. "It's so unfair." She spoke quietly, almost to herself.

"Do not think it is easy for me either." Qui-Gon said, pressing his still erect penis into the small of her back. "My desire is as strong as ever, but my resolve is stronger."

Khalya closed her eyes, relaxing in his arms. She did take some comfort in the knowledge that he still wanted her.

"I believe this whole journey is some kind of test. Whether it is for one of us or both I cannot say. Don't you find it odd that we are sent across the desert without a medkit, without blankets and with only a minimum amount of water?"

"I brought extra clothes along too, but they were never put in the packs." Khalya added.

"Our time will come, I'm certain of it." Qui-Gon pushed her hair to the side and trailed soft kisses down her neck and across her shoulder. "Until it does there are other ways for us to be together. Come."

Khalya watched in a lusty daze as he slipped off his pants then stretched out naked on the bed. Her eyes never left his body as she removed her clothes and climbed onto the bed beside him. He was a vision of perfection, long, lean and ready. Laying under the crook of his shoulder, she rested her head on his chest, listening to him breathe. Qui-Gon stroked her back, drawing soft circles with his fingertips. His erection stood tall and proud amid a nest of brown curls that Khalya began to comb her fingers through. She heard a deep rumble in Qui-Gon's chest and his penis jerked, curving toward her. A bead of moisture appeared at the slit in the wide head. She watched as it fell onto his abdomen, followed by several more drops all falling one after another. She ached to feel him inside her, her center throbbing with need. She sat upright. Taking his erection in both hands, she explored it's length and width, marvelling at it's hardness and size. Qui-Gon was making small hissing noises between his teeth and rubbing her back. The droplets of pre-come came quicker now, running down the length of his shaft and over her hands. Khalya cupped the tight sac, carefully fondling the contents at first, then squeezing. Qui-Gon cried out, his penis bobbed, seeming to grow even larger. Bending over, Khalya kissed the head, tasting him. It was hot, salty and somewhat bitter and she wanted more. She had never taken a man in her mouth before but she had seen it done enough times today to know what to do. Moving between his legs she began to lick at the base of his cock slowly working her way to the tip. She took her time, savoring every inch of him, until finally she closed her lips over the weeping head. She could hear Qui-Gon's urgent moans as she took more of him between her lips. Down she went, until she could go no further. Her hands would cover what her mouth could not.

Qui-Gon gripped the bedsheets, his body covered in sweat, his heart pounding as Khalya slowly drove him over the abyss. He watched her full lips glide up and down his shaft, her nipples looked painfully hard as her breasts bounced with her every stroke. He felt himself going, he tried to hold back for... one... more... second. He roared, his hips lurching as he sent his seed exploding down the back of her throat.

Khalya swallowed and swallowed as he continued to come. She did not want to lose even one drop of his precious fluid. Moments later his ejaculations subsided and she gently released him, noting that he was still semi-erect. She climbed up to kiss his lips, her body resting on his.

Qui-Gon tasted himself on her as he returned her hungry kiss. His hands slid down her back to grasp her rear. He caressed her buttocks, lightly tracing the crevice with a finger. Khalya whimpered in her throat. Qui-Gon rolled over on the bed, taking her with him. He broke their kiss, Khalya's dark eyes showed her need as he met her gaze. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with excitement. Her breasts seemed to call out to him, her hard nipples begging him to be sucked. Qui-Gon kissed the honey colored mounds one at a time, making sure his beard grazed the nipples often. Khalya purred as he lapped around her tight buds. He blew on the wet flesh causing her to cry out.

Khalya arched her back, desparate for contact. She felt as if she were dangling on an edge, her muscles coiled ready to spring. Qui-Gon latched onto a nipple sucking eagerly. Khalya cried out as a powerful climax coursed through her.

Qui-Gon felt her coming and slid a hand between her thighs, pressing it against her wet opening. Her juices flowed onto his hand, coating his fingers. He wiped the fluid over her other nipple, then proceded to lick and suck it clean. Her sweetness made him hunger for more. He sank lower on her body, pressing kisses into her ribs and stomach as he went. He then spread her thighs apart, gently kissing them as well. She glistened with want, her scent intoxicating to him as he worked his tongue over the surface of her opening. He trailed it through every fold, up and around her clitoris, then back again. He teased her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. Khalya brought her hands down, touching his face with her fingers as he made love to her with his mouth. She was moaning now, gasping for breath as his beard scraped over sensitive nerve endings. Her body tensed, ready to come again. He spread her labia with his fingers, lapping at the opening, urging her over the edge. She came with a shout, sending a fresh wave of her sweet juices into his waiting mouth. He feasted on her hungrily.

Tears ran from the corners of Khalya's eyes. She had never felt more alive, more on fire than right now. Her body was not her own any more. He controlled it. Playing it like an instrument, he could make it do anything he wished. He ate at her with lusty abandon, sending her riding the crest of one orgasm after another.

It would be such a simple thing, a natural thing, he thought, to slide right in. It was what they both wanted, needed really, but instead he climbed back up beside Khalya. Their time would come, he told himself as he took her in his arms. Exhausted, Khalya drifted off almost immediately. He held her close as she slept, their bodies entwined. This was going to be harder than he thought.

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