The Return 8

by Dorotea

Type: Adult

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: None

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Author's Notes: I'm rather nervous about this part, I had a terrible time

writing a threesome (ok, it wasn't that terrible), but please let me know if

it is any good! Thanks for reading

"There's no sense in telling me

The wisdom of the fool won't set you free

But that's the way it goes

And it's what nobody knows

While everyday my confusion grows"

"Bizzare Love Triangle" by New Order

He strokes your face tenderly, "I will always love you."

"Can I get that in writing, along with the part about you being sorry?" you

ask.

He doesn't answer, but bends down and kisses you on the lips. You return his

kiss as his large hands begin to caress you, unwrapping the sheet.

Obi-Wan clears his throat. "Ahem."

You and Qui-Gon both turn and look at him. His arms are crossed and he looks

angry. "May, I leave, Master?" he asks stiffly.

Qui-Gon studies him for a moment. "No," he answers.

"What?" you and Obi-Wan both ask.

"Stay and join us," Qui-Gon invites, seductively.

Obi-Wan stands dumbfounded for a moment. "Are you serious?" he finally asks.

"Yeah, are you serious?" you ask.

Qui-Gon smiles. "I'm always serious."

You can't argue with that.

Qui-Gon continues caressing you, unwrapping the sheet from you. He stretches

you out on the bed and lies down next you. "You know, Obi-Wan doesn't shield

his thoughts from me very well," he says huskily.

"What do you mean?" you ask uneasily.

Obi-Wan comes and lies down on the bed on your other side. He begins to

nuzzle your neck and fondle you. He is pressed up against you and you can

feel his arousal.

"I mean, I know everything the two of you did last night," Qui-Gon answers.

You swat Obi-Wan's head. "You don't know how to shield your thoughts from

your Master yet? That's one of the first things I learned!"

Qui-Gon chuckles, "Well, you had a lot to shield!"

Obi-Wan explains apologetically, "Well, I don't shield well when I'm

distracted."

You roll your eyes. You turn to Qui-Gon, "Are you angry?" you ask pensively.

He says sternly, "I think you two need to be more discreet in the future."

He examines your neck and shoulder wounds from Obi-Wan. "And Obi-Wan, try to

remember, she is not a teething toy."

Obi-Wan grins sheepishly, "Sorry." He kisses the bite marks and caresses

them gently.

"Of course, you must be punished for your lack of discretion and

disobedience," Qui-Gon says sternly.

"Which one of us?" you ask quickly.

"Both of you, of course."

You and Obi-Wan exchange a worried glance.

"What?" you ask warily.

He smiles wickedly. "Obi-Wan needs to learn control, so no sex for the next

month."

"What! That is not fair," Obi-Wan exclaims, his hands still fondling you.

"Padawan, do not argue with your Master." Qui-Gon says sharply.

"Yes, Master." Obi-Wan says quietly, not removing his hands from you.

"I'm sharing little one with you, you should be more grateful."

Obi-Wan doesn't say anything. You can still feel his hardness pressed up

against your bare back.

"I think the more appropriate term would be torture, since he's not allowed

to have sex, but he is allowed to be in bed with us," you say.

Qui-Gon smiles wickedly, "I shared enough last night. Anyway it will

definately teach him control."

"Or just be very messy," you say laughing.

Obi-Wan groans and rolls away from you.

"Oh, come back, Obi-Wan," you plead, still laughing.

He rolls back and kisses your shoulder. "What is her punishment?" he asks

smiling evilly.

Qui-Gon sits up and removes his boots and begins undressing. He just smiles

as he takes off his belt and folds it over.

"No! You wouldn't! Not in front of Obi-Wan!" you protest.

Obi-Wan starts laughing, loudly. "Yes! I get to watch a "punishment"." You

make a mental note to torture him later.

"I don't think so," you say scrambling out of bed. You jump up, looking for

someplace to run.

"Obi-Wan, grab her," Qui-Gon commands.

Obi-Wan grabs your arms and pulls you over his lap. You protest and squirm

trying to get away.

"You keep wiggling like that, and this is going to get messy," he laughs.

Qui-Gon kneels next to you. "You were very naughty, little one," he says as

brings the belt across your bottom. Not hard enough to do serious damage,

but hard enough to sting.

"Please, don't," you whimper as you continue to squirm on Obi-Wan's lap. You

didn't think he could get any harder, but he has. Obi-Wan has placed one arm

around your legs and one arm around your waist to secure you.

"Did you have fun last night being chased by Security, almost getting

arrested?" Qui-Gon asks as he brings the belt down across your flesh again.

"Do you know what I went through last night? The images of another man

touching you, kissing you, inside of you?" he growls as he brings the belt

down harder.

"Did you forget who you belong to, little one?" he asks as the belt strikes

you again.

Obi-Wan releases you and you quickly roll over and sit up as he wraps his

arms around you, gently kissing a tear that is rolling down your cheek.

Qui-Gon glowers at you. "Are you going to be a good girl?" he asks sternly.

"I'm better when I'm bad," you can't resist saying through your tears. It

was not the right thing to say. He pulls you off Obi-Wan's lap and throws

you down on the bed. He climbs on top of you, his enraged face an inch from

yours he asks again, "Are you going to be a good girl?"

"Yes," you whimper. His anger excites you, making you breath harder.

"Yes, what?" he growls.

"Yes, Master," you obediently answer.

"Who do you belong to?" he asks harshly.

"You, Master," you answer quickly.

His face relaxes and he quietly says, "You are mine. Obi-Wan can only have

you if I give him permission. Do you understand?"

You nod.

"Do you understand Obi-Wan?" he asks sternly.

Obi-Wan sits beside the two of you on the bed, he leans his head back

against the wall. "Yes, Master," he replies weakly.

Qui-Gon climbs off of you and tenderly moves you so the back of your head is

in Obi-Wan's lap. You can feel Obi-Wan's hardness through his pants.

Qui-Gon grabs your feet and spreads your legs roughly. He mounts you,

kissing you deeply, pressing your head harder into Obi-Wan's lap. Obi-Wan

lets out a gutteral groan.

Qui-Gon enters you forcefully. "Mine," he whispers in your ear.

"Yours," you whisper back wrapping your legs around him, pulling him closer

to you.

He gently kisses your bite marks from Obi-Wan last night as he slides in and

out of you. The motion rocks your head against Obi-Wan's lap, causing him to

groan louder.

Qui-Gon says, "Now you know what I went through last night, padawan." The

comment brings no coherent reply from Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon turns his attention

back to you, gently sucking on your lower lip. His tongue slides into your

mouth, going deeper as he begins thrusting his large cock into you faster.

Your body feels like it is on fire as the heat of your climax sweeps over

you in waves. You moan loudly as Qui-Gon comes violently, letting out a

long, low growl. He buries his head in your neck, against Obi-Wan's leg.

"I sense your discomfort, padawan, but you have shown remarkable control. I

guess we could start the month tomorrow." Qui-Gon says in an amused tone.

Qui-Gon looks at you seriously, "Do you want to relieve his discomfort,

little one?"

"Is that a trick question?" you ask.

He shakes his head no and kisses your forehead gently.

Remembering your earlier promise to torture Obi-Wan you respond, "I'm not

sure. I'm feeling very tired."

Obi-Wan lets out another gutteral groan and gasps, "It's your hair,

Kaeleena."

Qui-Gon chuckles as he climbs off of you, "I don't think it will take long."

You smile slyly, but don't laugh as you roll over, burying your face in

Obi-Wan's lap. You run your mouth over the bulge in his pants, enjoying his

desperate moans. You push yourself up on your elbows and carefully undo his

pants, pulling out his stiff cock.

He moans as you gently stroke him. "Now, please, now," he pleads.

Qui-Gon straddles your back and pulls your long hair back and slowly

caresses your breasts as you take Obi-Wan into your mouth. You suck him

slowly, moving your mouth up and down his hard cock. Your tongue circles his

shaft as his moaning speeds up. You begin moving your mouth faster, taking

him deeper into your throat. He screams as he comes, releasing hot, tangy

liquid deep into your mouth. You swallow as you slowly remove your mouth

from him.

The three of you make yourselves comfortable on the bed. Qui-Gon stretches

out on his back, cradling you in the nook of his arm; Obi-Wan lays next to

you with his head on your breasts and with an arm and leg possessively

across you.

Qui-Gon strokes your face gently, "Sleep, little one."

"Yes, Master," you whisper.

As you begin to drift off to sleep you say to yourself, 'I am not in love

with two men. I am not in love with two men. I hate both of them. I do. This

will never work. I am giving up men. Not right now, but someday, someday

soon. I am not in love with two men.'

You hear Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan laughing softly in your mind.

Damn.