Chapter 6 � More Exploring!
Padmé wakes up in the dead still of the night. There’s maybe the humming of some vehicle, perhaps a landspeeder that dies out in the distance. Then, she can’t possibly be in her palace on Naboo where her bedroom is absolutely sound-proof.
As she clears the cobwebs, she remembers that indeed, she isn’t on Naboo and this isn’t her bed. Then she recalls her host and what she did with her.
Shmi’s gone.
Padmé gets up. Anyway, she needs to go to the bathroom. But this isn’t the only reason of her getting up. As she becomes more awake, she realizes what she really seeks.
Now out of Shmi’s bedroom, she ventures into a short hallway, only lighted by a tiny red plasma bulb. Then she’s into the kitchen, where she hears someone sleeping as her eyes adapt to the near-darkness. Is some assassin lurking in the shadows? Her over-excited imagination starts to play tricks on her.
Nobody could have possibly followed them to this star system; her Nubian ship has an effective hyper-cloaking device well beyond the Trade Federation’s capabilities.
She walks silently, barefoot, in a quiet pitter-patter, only wearing her loose blouse, its hem only covering her hips as she feels the cool air on her bare legs. Like in all deserts, the nights are cold on Tatooine.
As to where Qui-Gon’s spending the night, Padmé deduces it must be somewhere past the kitchen, on the other side of the house.
She walks on. She knows what she’s up to. Yes, her mind’s made up, more than ever! But where is Qui-Gon?
Oh, she feels so incredibly horny! She isn’t wearing anything under her blouse! This is the very blouse he’s seen her in all day long. She wants to show him what’s under it now, but... What will he think? Her tits are so small! Hopefully they’ll grow a bit fuller and chances are they will since she’s still so very young.
But still... Why didn’t nature care to make her just a bit bustier? Like Sabé. Sabé her double, and slightly bustier, now aboard the ship posing as the Queen. Padmé suddenly smiles in the dark, amused at the thought of Obi-Wan Kenobi. There’s a young, handsome Jedi aboard the Nubian ship, and she can very well picture Sabé doing just what she herself has put in her mind to do with Qui-Gon...
But then, Padmé feels a greet sadness as she recalls what happened to Sabé shortly before they were rescued. Sabé can hardly be in the mood for sex after... after what those awful Nemoidians did to her.
With new tears rolling down her eyes, Padmé is now nearing the kitchen’s exit into the hallway that can only lead to wherever Qui-Gon’s spending the night.
Then, her eyes meet a long figure of shadow lying in a corner and emitting gentle snoring sounds. This is not Qui-Gon. She remembers... this is Jar Jar Binks. Then, her eyes now sharp as she peers into the shadows, she gasps as she sees IT!
The Gungan’s sleeping with his trousers down and his hand on his penis! But, oh, God! It is so fucking huge! She can’t believe it! So fucking huge! So, the myth was true after all... Even in its flaccid state, Jar Jar’s cock is big! The notion of sex with a Gungan hits her mind like the tail of a large amphibian creature. But no, she must seek Qui-Gon. And yet...
Padmé feels an insane urge to go to Jar Jar and kneel down next to him, and yes, make love and study the notion of inter-species breeding between Gungans and Nubians.
She notices that his cock is growing. Is it because she’s near him and her scents are stimulating him through those large nostrils on his snout? Whatever it is, the Gungan is getting hard and growing freakishly big.
She’s suddenly aware that she just came close and knelt by him, where his cock is within reach. Her heart’s thumping like crazy in her chest!
Padmé knows it would be bad to take advantage of Jar Jar like this, but she’s so horny, so curious! What if she just began by taking that monster cock in her hands? What if she sucked him?
But then, as she stoops down to do just that, she remembers how Jar-Jar is. He’ll get too noisy. She knows this for a fact. He would wake up the entire house!
Reluctantly, she gets back on her feet and resumes her quiet pitter-patter on the cold floor. Better stick to her plan.
After using the bathroom, she resumes her silent exploration of the house. Where can he be?
As she gets further in that hallway and passes Anakin’s bedroom, Padmé now hears some quiet whimpers. It’s coming from... Yes, from some recess right at the end of the hallway, next to the entry hall. There’s some dim light, yes, a golden light coming out of the ajar door, and that’s where the whimpers come from.
These whimpers belong to a woman. Shmi. Of course. She’s with Qui-Gon and there’s little doubt about what they’re doing. Padmé’s heart sinks! But she can’t blame her! Qui-Gon is so attractive, and Shmi must be bored to death being a slave and looking after her son.
But now... Now she wants to see!
The cold floor radiates through her bare feet, making her long for heat, and she feels a jolt of arousal upon thinking of Qui-Gon’s hands on her small feet. This would feel so lovely! Why not just ask him?
Padmé takes a large breath and refuses to run away. She must go through with her plan no matter what! She tips-toes closer along the hallway. Shmi’s whimpers grow louder.
Now the door’s right there, ajar...
She peeks through it and her eyes become glued to the scene under her raised eyebrows. Her jaw drops as she puts her hand on her mouth! There they are! What did she expect?
Qui-Gon is fucking Shmi, kneeling behind her while she’s naked and whimpering on all fours, her bobbing head hanging as she abandons herself in his hands. He’s holding her waist and gives it to her hard, grunting in a way that makes Padmé realize it must have been a while since the Jedi Master last had sex.
Padmé sees everything under the golden light.
Ooh, Qui-Gon is so strong in the way he takes her! Padmé wishes it were her! She feels jealous, yet she can hardly blame Shmi for getting the same idea as her. And besides, Qui-Gon looks so large and strong... There’s enough of him for two!
Smiling at her own joke, the teenage Queen keeps looking, losing nothing of the intercourse. She has never witnessed sex between man and woman before. Why did her people on Naboo see it fit to elect so young and innocent a Queen?
Shmi’s stark naked while Qui-Gon is still wearing his ivory tunic, and this greatly disappoints Padmé, who was hoping to see him shirtless, at last. He’s fucking Shmi with his trousers down and using his large dark cloak as a makeshift blanket so she won’t bruise her knees during their heated exchange.
The room’s filled with Shmi’s sexual scents mingled with Qui-Gon’s sweat that acts on Padmé like a potent aphrodisiac.
Padmé’s eyes follow the pale softness of Shmi’s buttocks against Qui-Gon, as he grunts, his sweat making a shimmer on his face, and even on his hands as he keeps giving Shmi what she must have been longing for very intensely, if not desperately. Padmé’s happy for her. Lucky girl! But her heart bleeds all the same. Will Qui-Gon take her after Shmi? Or perhaps with Shmi?
Under the relentless pounding, Shmi’s loose hair keeps bobbing in long waves of shimmering strands of night that reach all the way to the floor. Shmi’s so beautiful in the nude! Slender, with small tits. Shmi’s similar to her, except she’s much taller with darker hair.
As she watches on, Padmé sinks her hand under the hem of her blouse and begins playing with herself. Soon enough, she’s whimpering along with Shmi...
She tries to keep her noise down, but only partially suceeds, but the impromptu couple seem deeply lost in their act.
Then, Padmé remembers that Qui-Gon is a Jedi and he must know she’s spying on them. Why does he pretend he doesn’t know? Why doesn’t he stop? Is he aroused more by knowing she’s watching?
Shmi’s moaning hits a strong crescendo as she moves herself in a such a way as to screw herself better against Qui-Gon’s strokes. Padmé realizes what’s happening. Shmi’s climaxing!
One of Shmi’s hands leaves the floor and while she lowers herself to support her weight on her opposite elbow, she finds and caresses Qui-Gon’s hand where he holds her waist and keeps pounding her as she enjoys her climax, filling the laundry recess with sounds that must be rare in this slave house�authentic bliss from sex with a man she does want.
As she watches Shmi’s protruding buttocks ever-colliding with Qui-Gon and wishes to be in her spot, Padmé has to slow down her own hand to avoid climaxing as well, because then she’d be caught spying by Shmi! She blushes even more at the thought of offending her host.
Qui-Gon lets out a wild groan�a powerful, long-winded groan! Padmé’s a virgin, but she knows he’s flooding Shmi with his load. What does it feel like? The teenage girl ponders this all-important matter as she watches and listens from behind the ajar door.
Padmé remains there, panting, then she curses as she feels the need to go use the bathroom, again. She shouldn’t have drunk so much bantha milk!
***
As she sits and relieves her bladder, Padmé hears the pitter-patter of a woman walking barefoot down the hallway and past the bathroom. Shmi’s returning to her bedroom. Now’s the time!
With her heart racing, almost panting, Padmé stealthily walks back to that laundry recess. She finds the door open. The golden light is still filling the room.
Qui-Gon’s there, lying down, but now he’s getting under his dark brown cloak, using it as a blanket. Then the light dies and all becomes dark. How could? Is there a power outage? Then she remembers. He’s a Jedi. Silly girl! He just used the Force to turn off the light. But no force in the universe is going to turn her off!
As Padmé takes her first step into the dark recess, Qui-Gon speaks...
“Padmé, this is not a good idea. Padmé, go back to Shmi’s room and give her your affection. She needs it. She has a very tough life.”
She stops dead in her tracks, her heart thumping in her chest. Of course he knew she was there! You don’t sneak up on a Jedi! But her mind’s made up. She closes the door behind her and goes right near Qui-Gon, soon finding him in the dark since that recess is so tiny.
Panting with wild excitement, she lies down right at his side. She’s all alone with a man for the very first time!
“Padmé, please...”
“Qui-Gon... Please, hold me in your arms... I’m so scared!”
“Padmé... There’s nothing wrong with being scared, but you must not let it cloud your judgement. Go back to your room.”
“Qui-Gon, you seem to forget that I was sleeping in Shmi’s room. I sense the trouble in your voice. I’m no longer a child! You can’t just tell me to go back in my room! And I don’t think you really want me to leave. If you really wanted me gone, you’d use the Force! And why didn’t you persuade Shmi to remain with you? Don’t you want to spend the whole night with her? I’d certainly wish it if I was in her spot!”
“Padmé, please, you’re... You’re too young... I... I can’t! I must not! The Jedi Order...”
“We’re on Tatooine, Qui-Gon, far, far away from Coruscant, almost in another galaxy... Please, just hold me for a while! Then I’ll go back to my room like you said. Please, I’m so scared! I almost got... You know what they would have done to me on Naboo if... Please, hold me!”
“I... This is not a good idea...”
“You said that when I stepped off the ship to tag along, and you still took me with you. You told me to stay close to you, and that’s exactly what I’m doing. I want to be close, like real close...”
As she speaks, Padmé presses herself against Qui-Gon’s formidable frame and through the darkness, she finds his mouth and presses her lips against his, feeling the soft brush of his beard on her chin as she kisses him. At last! Oohh, she’s losing her head! Everything’s spinning!
“Padmé, please... Don’t... This is not... I’m a Jedi... Please, no... Just trust my judgment, Your Highness...”
But the teenage girl doesn’t listen! She presses on. She kisses him again, again and again, each kiss deeper and more passionate!
Even hearing him address her as “Your Highness” leaves her unfazed. Padmé already knew that he knew. He’s a Jedi. She’s now kissing Qui-Gon ravenously, holding his head between her hands as she pushes her tongue between his ajar lips, and when he starts kissing her back and finally hugs her, Padmé knows she has won.
As they kiss on in the dark, Padmé feels his hand hesitate, then go down where he finds her hip while he gently strokes her hair. Oohh, it’s even better than she thought! She’s melting! She’s like putty in his arms!
Ooh, will he cup her ass? Why does he keep his hand on her hip? He’s moving it! Now he’s stroking her bare thigh. Ooh, yes! It’s lovely! But will he please go for her ass? What is he waiting for?
They keep kissing in the dark. Padmé wishes it to go on forever.
She now presses Qui-Gon’s chest under her hands, then she feverishly begins to open his Jedi’s tunic. Oh, his shoulder’s bare! She kisses it! She’s hungry for his bare chest, ohh, she’s so fucking horny! Tatooine’s air must be a powerful aphrodisiac for Nubians!
“St-stop, Padmé... Th-this is not a g-good idea... I m-must not! Noo...”
“But I’m so scared, Master Qui-Gon! Most of all I’m scared of something happening to me without me having lived life! I don’t want to die a virgin! Please, Qui-Gon! You told me to stay close to you...”
As she speaks, Padmé manages to open his tunic and as she feels his bare chest under her feverish hands, she goes nuts! She goes down on him and covers his chest with kisses. Only a teenager will give that many kisses with such an out-her-control passion in such a short time!
“Qui-Gon... I’m crazy for you! Ooh, Qui-Gon, this is my first time, my very first time... Oohhh, Naboo-God! You’re so hot! I’m so happy! Please, Master Qui-Gon, break my angel’s wings!”
Padmé moves herself agilely on him as she speaks. She’s now straddling him and keeps covering his chest with her slobber as she kisses and licks his nipples and massages his well-toned muscles, making him feel her girly hands. She senses his hesitation, but she knows he won’t turn her down. She can die tomorrow. They both can die tomorrow. In that case, her request for sex is perfectly reasonable. He must know this...
She goes higher on him and kisses him again, this time as if her very life depended on kissing him as passionately as she can! Then, she moans against him as she feels his hands cup her butt! A change has taken place in him. And her hormones are out of control!
“Oh... Shiraya’s word! Yes! Touch me! Shiraya’s word, this is so good! Oooooohh...” she moans as Qui-Gon squeezes her butt.
She presses herself against him. She wants to be one with him. Then, something powerful lifts her off him.
“No, please, Qui-Gon! Please fuck me!” she begs as tears roll down her eyes.
But then, before she knows it, she realizes she was very mistaken as to his intentions. He’s lifted her off him only to have her lie down next to him with her back pressed on his cloak acting as a blanket, and now he’s the one on top of her!
Like a madman, Qui-Gon moves down on her and she feels his hands on her thighs, so close to her pussy! He’s raising her loose blouse! She lifts her butt off his cloak to let him raise it past her hips!
“Yes! Yes! Shiraya’s word! Please, yes! Eat my pussy!”
“Keep your voice down, silly girl!” Qui-Gon replies as he kisses the trimmed patch of hair on her vulva.
“Shiraya’s word! Shiraya’s word!. ..” she whispers, then her voice grows louder as she forgets in all her elation, as he keeps lifting her blouse and marks her navel area with a trail of kisses.
“Keep your voice down, Padmé...”
Then he goes higher. Padmé feels a bit disappointed that he didn’t perform cunnilingus like she wishes, but then, the golden light suddenly floods the laundry recess and forces Padmé to close her smitten eyes.
Qui-Gon further raises her blouse and she hears his low grunt as he bunches up the blue wool fabric on her upper chest and bares her tits!
Padmé’s bursting with excitement as she feels his gaze on her breasts. Does he like them? His low grunt said a lot about his excitement. She smiles a mile wide. Of course he likes them, silly girl, he just used the Force to turn on the light so he can see them better!
“Were you checking out my tits during the d...”
He engulfs one of her tits inside his mouth while cupping the other one, and very ravenously so. As if he had never seen a girl in his life!
“Aaahhh! Shiraya’s word! Ooohh, it feels so nice, oooh, Qui-Gon...”
“Keep your voice down, little angel. Just close your eyes and let yourself go. Trust me.”
“Yes, Master. As you wish, Master... Ha! Ha! Ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaaa, I’m like putty in your arms... Stay close to me, he said! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
Giggling and feeling like the confused mess of hormones she’s now, Padmé tries to relax under Qui-Gon’s immense frame, as he sucks and caresses her breasts with such passion that tells her about the high chances that he did check her out during the day.
“Oohh! Yes! Yes! Suck them good! I’m so happy you like them!”
Padmé goes wild under Qui-Gon’s assaults on her virgin tits. Her supple flesh yields under his hands as he keeps gently squeezing them. After spending some time sucking one, he goes to the other one and slobbers its peak as well...
So this is how it feels to get tit-sucked by a man! Wow! It feels so Shiraya-good! Sabé can’t come close! Oohh, by the gods of the Great Lakes of Naboo! She had no idea this would feel this good with a man!
He’s going wild! He’s eating her tits! Clearly, he has been thinking of her and fantasizing about this! She’s so happy! So, he likes her! She’s the happiest girl on Tatooine!
Padmé musters what’s left of her senses as her tits swell under Qui-Gon’s sucking. With great effort, she manages to speak...
“Qui-Gon, p-please... Will you please eat my pussy? This is my first time... Ooh, yes! Now that you t-tasted my tits, p-please have a taste of me!”
Padmé isn’t strong in the Force, but she does perceive the storm of conflict within him. Perhaps he’s trying to stop himself from going further. She’s dying to see him naked and she wants him to be the first man ever to see her in the nude. She wants that first time to be really special, like any self-respecting teenager would.
It’s so immoral! So wrong! She’s way too young for him, but this is exactly why it’s wild through the roof!
Padmé feels his gaze all over her. What’s he going to do now? He returns to her tits, now they’re all warm with his spit as he licks them on, holding her blue blouse bunched up at her neck so he can see them fully and enjoy their soft closeness.
She looks down and sees Qui-Gon’s transfixed expression as she gently runs her fingers through his long hair. She then goes nuts, yet again, as his beard brushs her right nipple... Then he licks the underside of her tits, then goes to the other one and does the same, his tongue strokes strong, yet somehow sweet against her yielding flesh.
“Ooohh! Shiraya’s word! Ooooh, Naboo-God! This feels so good!” she purrs, frantically running her fingers through his hair while pressing her lap up against him as hard as she can.
There’s no turning back from this. They both know it.
What she’s doing is not allowed by the rules of Naboo. She may have intimacy with her handmaidens, but she must wait until she’s married to be with a man, and she’s supposed to be a role-model for all Nubians. Then, why did they elect a teen girl in the first place?
Padmé raises her arms and nods at her lover. “Please, strip me naked! I’ve been dreaming of this all night!”
And as she speaks, Qui-Gon Jinn pulls her blouse all the way up along her sensual arms and past her little hands, and then all the way past her long, flowing dark hair, now loose and un-styled.
As he tosses her blouse away, she feels incredibly nervous and laughs under his gaze. Giggling, Padmé gives him her best killer smile and arches her back under him, pushing her breasts out to make the most of what little size she has.
Her nipples are commonplace�pale rose leaning on the light brown with regular areolas. Really nothing special, and so hopelessly small...
“Padmé... I... I must not, this is against my judgment, but... You’re... That must be the way of the Force...”
As he speaks, Qui-Gon takes a long look of contemplation at her tits, before kissing each nipple, and she sees the wonder and disbelief in his eyes. He clearly likes her tits after all. He loves them! She then realizes it’s more than this. He probably never expected to have sex again with so young a girl... Maybe she reminds him of a love from a long time ago...
And when he kneads them again like pastry dough under his powerful hands, yet so gentle in his firmness, she almost passes out! It feels so amazing as he gently pinches her nipple between his lips or circles his tongue around her areola, covering it with his manly heat!
“Yes, Padmé, you’re beautiful, little angel, ” he finally says. “More than once I checked you out, I confess...”
“Yes, call me your little angel, but please, please eat my pussy, Master Qui-Gon! Eat my pussy and fuck me after!”
Giving no answer, Qui-Gon moves back up on her and they kiss again, but this time, he gives her a full-blown kiss with all his experience behind it, and the teenage girl just loses her mind, like really loses it!
It feels so good to be naked under him, with her butt flat on his Jedi’s cloak! The floor’s a bit cold, but she isn’t cold, not under him!
She wraps her legs around him and presses her lap against him once more, using all her strength to intensify her pleasure as a river of juices makes her more than ready for him.
“Please, eat my pussy! Eat my pussy, then fuck me! Tonight I’m losing my angel’s wings!”
TO BE CONT’D.