Author: Dorotea
Title: The Woods 2/2
Disclaimer: I do not own Qui-Gon and I am not making any money from this.
Rating: NC-17
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The Woods 2


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.

The End