The Woods

by Dorotea

Type: Adult - Q/f

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: None

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Author's Notes: You don't have to have read The Return to enjoy this. It

takes place about 4 or 5 years before The Return.

You have been walking through the woods for hours. You kick a rock at the

teenage boy walking in front of you, it hits his calf and he yelps and

glares back at you. "Sorry," you say with as much as fake sincerity as you

can muster.

"This is all your fault, Kaeleena," Obi-Wan says, "We could be on a nice

comfortable transport back to the Temple, but no, thanks to you, we are on a

forced march through a dense forest, being eaten alive by bugs! Why did you

have to sneak off into the woods to look for some mystical cave drawings?"

"Because I want to see them, I don't recall inviting you," you snap, kicking

another rock at him.

"I have to go where my Master goes, and he seemed to think you wouldn't be

able to survive in the woods by yourself. I told him you would scare all the

dangerous wildlife away, but he was foolish enough to worry about you! He

has a thing for pathectic life-forms apparently."

"Well, he did pick you for his apprentice!" you reply. The tall man walking

in front of both of you stops and turns. "Both of stop talking now!" he

growls.

You sigh, he was angry. An angry Qui-Gon can be a good thing sometimes, like

earlier this week when he had discovered you dancing on a table in a bar

after having a few too many Scullyritas. He had taken you back to your room

and made love to you until morning. You had a feeling this wasn't one of

those times though, especially with his apprentice here. They didn't have to

follow you, you had a map a local had given you. The cave drawings were

supposed to glow and dance at night. How could anyone not want to see that?

What is wrong with a little adventure? The peace treaty had been signed. You

had asked Qui-Gon, but he had said no, it was best to leave directly, so you

had sneaked out last night.

This morning when Qui-Gon had found you gone and set out after you. They had

caught up with you this afternoon. You had wanted to go on to the caves, but

Qui-Gon had said no, he wanted to go straight back to the city. Masters are

not used to anyone saying no to them and they don't handle it well, so now

the three of you were marching through the woods back to the city.

"We'll stop here for the night, it is getting too dark to walk anymore

tonight," Qui-Gon said. "Obi-Wan go look for some brush for a fire."

Obi-Wan took off immediately. You walk over to Qui-Gon and place your hand

on his arm. "We could still go to the caves, thanks to your apprentice

leading us around in circles this afternoon, I don't think we are that far

away."

"No," he growls.

You look up at him with sorrowful eyes, pouting you ask, "Please?"

"Don't even try it, little one," he warns.

"Please, I'll do that thing with my tongue that you like..."

He leans down and kisses you lightly on the lips, you return the kiss

wrapping your arms around him and moving closer so your bodies are pressed

together. His hands move slowly up and down your sides as the kissing

intensfies. He breaks away from your mouth and kisses your neck moving

slowul up to your ear. He whispers softly, "No, and you'll do the thing with

the tongue whenever I tell you to. Now go help Obi-Wan find brush."

Damn, the man was cruel. You open your mouth to protest, but he puts his

finger on your lips and shakes his head no. The stony look in his eyes tell

you there is no point in arguing. You turn and stomp away. You swear you

hear him softly laughing as you leave. Next time you fall in love hopefully

it will be with someone who isn't impossible! As if you could ever give up

Qui-Gon.

That night you lying on the hard ground listening closely to the breathing

of the men. You were between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, for some reason they

thought you might try to sneak off, of course they were right. You roll

toward Obi-Wan and study him for a moment, he was definately asleep. You get

up quietly and move closer to Qui-Gon. You kiss him lightly on the cheek; no

response. You smile and stand up. You turn and gather up your things and

take off into the woods. Oh yeah, he was going to kill you tomorrow, but you

were going to see that damn cave, it was a matter of principle now.

You had been walking for about 15 minutes, using your halolight to find your

way, when you sensed something behind you. Damn, it was either a wild animal

or Qui-Gon. You weren't sure which would be worse, an animal you could kill,

but Qui-Gon would be a harder beast to stop. You reach out with the force,

finding Qui-Gon. Go back to sleep, I'll meet you tomorrow, you send him.

Turn around and come back, or else, he answers.

Or else what? you ask.

I am going to fuck you so hard and so long you will not be able to walk for

a week.

You do not answer, but begin to walk faster. You can hear him behind now, he

is getting closer, damn his long legs. You're twenty years younger, if you

start running he won't be able to keep up.

Only if you can catch me, you send to him as you break into a run, using the

force to find your way through the woods.

You sense him running behind you, but you are sure he has fallen back. You

stop for a moment to get a better sense of what direction to go in. As you

turn, large hands grab you and slam you up against a tree.

"Qui-Gon!?" you scream in suprise.

In the moonlight you can see him smiling down at you. His face is covered by

a sheen of sweat from running. "Never underestimate a Master with lustful

thoughts," he says.

"But," you begin, but he puts his hand over your mouth.

"No more talking tonight, little one," he says as he throws off his robe

onto the ground and puts you down on top of it. He removes your belt and

rips your tunic open. He roughly fondles your breasts as his mouth devours

yours. You forget about the hard ground and rocks under you as his tongue

probes your mouth frantically. He moves down you biting you as he goes. He

removes your boots and rips your pants off. He roughly spreads your legs and

bites your thigh working his way up. You feel his mouth between your legs

forcefully sucking. You begin to moan with desire at the mixture of pleasure

and pain. His mouth begins back up your body stopping only to bite your

nipples. You can feel his hard cock pressing against your wetness. You are

already sore, but you don't care. He suddenly thrusts himself inside of you

with such force you scream. As you sink your fingernails in his back he

continues to roughly fuck you. You are sure you are going to split in two.

What a way a to go. The frantic pace is exhilarating. His hips are pounding

against with you such pressure, yours feel as if they are nothing but pulp.

Waves of pleasure wash over you as you climax, but the Master doesn't even

slow down. He continues pumping into you as you come again and again.

Finally, he releases his hold, climaxing with such force, you are sure you

will never walk again.

As he lies next to you on the robe you ask him, "How am I going to walk back

to the city tomorrow?"

He takes you into his arms and tenderly kisses you. "I think, I'll have

Obi-Wan drag you by your hair."

You immediately begin plotting your revenge. Oh, he was going to be on his

knees begging for mercy...

You are happily walking through the woods with Qui-Gon when he suddenly

stops and turns to you. "Haven't we been by this tree before?" he asks

pointing to a very large, twisted Oak tree. "Hmmm, maybe," you answer,

trying not to smile. "We're lost, aren't we?" he asks, his irritation

showing on his face. "Well, it might be family's estate, but I didn't grow

up here!" you say defensively, still trying not smile. He gives you hard

glare. "You are too happy, what are you up to?" "I'm not up to anything,"

you say innocently. "Aren't I allowed to be happy? My sister is getting

married tomorrow." "Yes, but you've already expressed your extreme dislike

for weddings and the dress you're going to wear, so I know you are plotting

something. Are we really lost are you just leading me around in circles for

your own twisted enjoyment?" "Would I lead you around in circles?" "YES!" he

yells. "Because you're are always playing some kind of game!" You take a

step back and pout slightly.

He reaches for his belt, looking for his commlink. He doesn't find it. He

gives you the withering glare. "Where is it, you little thief?" "I am not a

thief! I just borrowed it and left under the pillow, so we wouldn't be

interrupted by the obnoxious brat you call an apprentice. He must be able to

sense whenever we come within a millimeter of each other, because he is

always interrupting us." He takes a step closer to you. "Do not call Obi-Wan

an obnxious brat, if anyone is an obnoxious brat it is you! Now tell me why

you are leading us around in circles in the woods!" "I am not an obnoxious

brat!" you protest. "Answer the question or else!" "Or else what?" you ask

teasingly. He just stands glowering at you, placing both of his hands on his

belt. "You wouldn't?" you ask hesistantly. "You know I would," he answers,

smiling wickedly. You sigh softly as just the sound of his voice sends

shivers of warm heat through you.

You sigh and open your robe and pulling a bottle of wine out of a deep inner

pocket. "I thought we could just be alone and have some wine, without the

oaf interrupting us," you answer with a small smile. He shakes his head.

"You have the most convoluted thought processes. Why didn't you just say

that in the beginning?" he asks, completely exasperated. "I did say that

yesterday, but you said you had to do research for your next mission. I

thought luring you into the woods for a short walk would be more likely to

work than nagging you again. So here we are, let's have a drink."

You use the force to pop the cork on the wine and take a drink from the

bottle. Then you offer it to Qui-Gon. "No glasses in your robe?" he asks

sarcastically. "Sorry, not enough pockets," you answer with a smile. He

takes a drink from the bottle. "Let's go back now." "Let's not!" you say

taking the bottle from his hand and drinking more wine. You take off your

robe and spread it out on the ground. "Sit down, Master." He arches a

questioning eyebrow at you, but takes off his robe and sits down on the

forest floor, stretching out his long legs.

You smile at him, "We're on vacation we should enjoy ourselves. We've only

had sex 3 times, well 3 and half if you count the one Obi-Wan walked in on,

since we got here." "We just got here yesterday." "Yes, but we have to make

up for lost time, we're apart 90% of the time," you say as you climb on his

lap, placing a leg on each side of him. "You have to remember I'm an old

man," he says smiling. "You are not an old man. An old man could have never

chased me through the woods like you did. I'm still recovering!" He puts his

hands on your hips. "You seem to be doing well." "I still owe you for that,"

you say with a teasing smile. "I should tie up to the tree and leave you

here alone." "What would be the fun in that, little one," he asks as his

hands strokes your breasts. "I guess I could tie you to the tree and not

leave." "Do you think I would let you do that?" "Yes," you say matter of

factly. "I've let you tie me up, many, many times." "Where did you get the

idea that we are equals in this relationship?" he asks in a teasing voice.

You unclasp your belt and set it aside. You unwrap your sash and hold it up.

"My turn to play master," you say with an evil grin. He lifts his eyebrows,

"As long as you understand you are only playing and I am the Master." "We'll

see," you say as you climb off of him. He leans forward and you tie his

wrists together behind his back.

You climb back on top of him and unclasp his belt. You toss it aside and

remove his sash and undo his tunics, opening them. You caress his hard

chest, bending down to lick his nipple, feeling it harden with the stroke of

your tongue. He moans softly as you run your tongue down his muscular

stomach, moving backward to bury your face in his lap.

You move your mouth slowly around his cock, feeling it harden through his

pants. Your hands slide up and down his solid thighs. Your mouth moves down

pressing against his balls.

You move back up, straddling him, you kiss him forcefully, delving your

tongue deep into his mouth. You love the taste of him, the way his beard

scratches your face. As your hips rock against him you can feel his arousal

pressing against you. You shrug off your tunics and press your bare breasts

against him, as the two of you continue to kiss.

You know he wants his hands free, to touch you, fondle you, toss you over on

your back. You continue kissing him as your hands travel up and down his

chest, exploring his massive chest. Your reach your hands up and run them

through his long hair. Oh, how you love every inch of him.

Your hands descend again, moving to his waist, undoing his pants. You slide

a hand inside, stroking his hardness. He lets out a moan as your hand

continues to slide up and down his shaft. You break away from his mouth. "Do

you want me?" you whisper huskily. "Yes, now," he moans. You laugh softly.

"You need to learn patience, it's not time yet."

You stand up, still straddling him and remove your boots, tossing them

aside. The burning lust you see in his eyes arouses you as you slowly remove

your pants so you are standing naked before him. You know you are driving

him mad as you move languidly back onto his lap, rubbing your nakedness

against him.

You move your hands to the waist of his pants and he lifts his hips allowing

you to pull them down. You stare lustfully at his large, hard cock. Your

hand moves slowly around his pelvic area, playing with his coarse hair and

stroking his balls and inner thighs. You bend down licking his cock slowly,

your hand still stroking him. You open your mouth and slide it over his

shaft, your tongue exploring everywhere. His hips begin to buck as you start

to suck forcefully on his cock. You move your mouth up and down, sucking and

swallowing his pre-come.

You release him from your mouth and move back up, placing your opening at

the tip of his cock. You move your hips slowly over him, teasing his cock

with your wetness. "Fuck me now, little one," he orders. "Shut up, I'm in

charge here," you say forcefully.

He gives you a evil grin as his arms come out from behind his back. You

scream and try to move away, but he easily catches your arms and ties them

behind your back. "That's not fair," you protest. "Can't I be in control

once?" "No," he answers with a smile. "You control me in more ways than you

will ever understand, little one. Would you deny me this also?"

"Yes!" you scream loudly in his face, goading him. "I think you need another

lesson in obedience, little one," he says pulling you across his legs, his

hand spanking your bottom. You squirm in a half-hearted attempt to escape.

His large hand contacts with your bottom again, sending a hot wave of lust

through you. He knows you love it when he dominates you, although you would

never admit it.

"Who is the Master?" he asks as his hand strikes your bottom again. "You are

the Master," you answer submissively, your own lust driving you to give in

easily this time. He unties your arms and easily tosses you over on your

back. "Spread your legs," he demands. You oblige him, and he runs his hands

up your thighs roughly. He moves between your legs and lowers himself on top

of you. You love the weight of his body on yours, his hardness pressing into

your softness.

"Are you going to steal my things again, little one?" heasks, his hard cock

teasing you. "No, Master," you answer softly. "Are you going to lead me

around in circles?" he asks as he pushes just the tip of his cock inside of

you. "No, Master." "Can you remember I am your Master, little one?" "Yes,

Master." "Do you want me to fuck you, little one?" he asks as he withdraws

the tip of his cock from you. "Yes, please Master, fuck me," you plead.

"Fuck me hard, Master."

He kisses you roughly, his tongue attacking your mouth as he pushs his cock

forcefully into you, his hips battering into you. You wrap your legs around

him and arch your hips, causing him to go even deeper into you. He more than

fills you, his cock hits your cervix. His powerful thrusts push your

backside over the rough ground, you can feel rocks cutting into your skin,

but the pain only heightens your pleasure.

You grind your hips against his frantically as you come quickly, your

muscles contracting around him as the hot shivers of your climax sweep

through you. He climaxes, his body violently spasming into you. You know you

are going to have multiple bruises tomorrow. His hot come shoots into you as

his mouth continues to devour you.

He collapses on top of you, his weight heavy on top of you. You attempt to

catch your breath as he tenderly kisses your forehead. "Thank you, little

one," he whispers. "Thank you for what?" you ask. He doesn't answer, he just

continues to cover your face with kisses.