Chapter 7 � Girly Heat
Padmé Amidala can’t believe she just said, “Eat my pussy” to Qui-Gon Jinn! She actually said it! She had said it in her thoughts, many times over, during the flight to Tatooine when she masturbated and thought about him, but now she said it for real!
She’s lying down on his Jedi’s cloak, under him, with his hands on her, and she’s as naked as a Naboo-lake nymph with wild electricity all over her skin as Qui-Gon Jinn moves down on her!
“It’s happening!” she thinks aloud, “Oh, Naboo-God it’s happening!”
Qui-Gon spends some time on her tits, and further familiarizes himself with the smooth geography of her navel area on his way down. She purrs and coos as he gently lands a trail of warm kisses. The silky brush of his beard on her skin drives her nuts!
Any surviving shred of doubt about the appeal of her small body is dispelled by his hands on her.
“Oohh! Yes! Yes! Oooh! It feels so good! Yes! Please, Master, eat my pussy and crush my wings!”
The hot trail of his kissing pushes further down on her pristine abdomen, now lingering just above her mons pubis as his hands caress her hips, and only then he’s moving further down...
“Yes! Yes, yes yes yes yes yes! Eat my pussy! Please, please please!” she moans as the distance between her cunt and his kisses quickly diminishes.
“I’ll do what you ask, little angel, but keep your voice down...”
“Yes, Master!” Padmé whispers.
With her sensitive tits still throbbing from Qui-Gon’s touch, Padmé reaches a new level of sweating arousal as he kisses the well-trimmed patch of hair adorning her mons Shirayae.
The seasoned Jedi is taking his time, and she’s baking! Baking with swollen tits as she purrs and feels like a true woman for the very first time in her life!
She reaches down and runs her fingers through his hair, spotting some silver strands here and there as she feels his soft beard against the extra-virgin skin inside her thighs and at her crotch.
The penetration of his tongue comes as a sudden punch of heat that radiates throughout her body.
“Aaaahh Shiraya’s word! Shiraya’s word! Yes! YYYEEEESSSS! YESSSS... aaaa AAAAAAAHH YYESS! Lucky me!”
Why couldn’t she marry him and leave all the silly nonsense of politics? But her people in Naboo counted on her and trusted her. They would be disgusted with her if they saw her having the time of her life while they suffer under the Trade Federation. All of a sudden, Padmé feels cheap and dirty and unfit to be Queen.
She ought to stop this, it’s still time to stop. Qui-Gon would understand... But ooohhh, no, it’s already too late! Qui-Gon’s licking her pussy! She won’t stop! Not until he breaks her wings!
Her mind’s made up. Maybe she’d soon be dead. Now she and Qui-Gon are there in that house. Now, she feels more alive than she ever was.
“Yes, Qui-Gon, ” she purrs, “yes... Eat my pussy! Ooh yes! I love your tongue down there...”
She bites her wrist almost to the blood as she muffles her scream when Qui-Gon’s tongue actually gets busy on her clit and she realizes that his fooling around her snatch was but a prelude...
She finds her discarded blouse at arm’s length and uses it as a pillow to bite into. Aaahhh, Shiraya’s word! She can’t believe it! She’s literally exploding with each stroke of his tongue!
As she bites hard into her tucked blouse, Padmé sounds like a crying girl, except her whimpers convey a sense of urgency and deep arousal.
Padmé never experienced pleasure of that magnitude. So different with a man! Her entire being is just one wet cunt and all she’s living for now is Qui-Gon’s cock!
“Please, Mas-Master Q-Qui-Gon! Please fuck your little angel!”
But then, much to her disappointment and unexpectedly, Qui-Gon’s kissing moves lower, down her thighs, then on her lower legs. What is he doing?! Wasn’t she controling him? Silly girl! Did she really think she could control a Jedi?
She presently feels his hands on her ankles. He’s holding them close together as he bends her legs, and then... Did he just kiss her feet?! Did he?! But oohhh, he’s doing it again, and his hands... His hands! He’s kissing and massaging her feet! It feels so hot! So erotic! But is he going to have sex or not?
“Ooh, Padmé... Your feet... I know what I’m doing is wrong, but... They’re just, you’re just so adorable!”
As he speaks, the soft brush of his beard is like a sensual song on her feet as he keeps confessing that he did check her out... Right down to her very feet! And now he’s dazzled to see her naked, dazzled he is, and yes, very much enjoying her little feet!
Then comes an incredibly pleasing sensation of warmth at her big toe. He’s sucking her toes! He starts with the big one, then goes down in order right down to her little toe.
“That’s the Jedi order right there, Master Qui-Gon! Ha! Ha-ha-ha-ha...” Padmé nervously giggles. “Oohh, feels good! Will you please fuck me now?!”
“Patience, little angel of Naboo. Trust my judgment.”
“I’m feeling a bit cold. Would you take off and lend me your tunic, or is it also against the Jedi rules? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
“What can I say against this? I’ve been enjoying your beauty for a while, and yes, remember this, my young angel. In love, we share, so you’re in the nude and then... Off with my tunic!”
Padmé’s jaw drops and her eyes become brown gems of joy as Qui-Gon Jinn disrobes. She smiles with a bit of a mischievous look on her youthful face. So this is what a naked man looks like! And what a man he is! This is her very first look at Qui-Gon’s erect cock! It is inviting...
She jumps on it and takes it in her hand!
Before Qui-Gon knows it, Padmé’s kneeling at his feet and takes him deep in her mouth. The taste is salty and a bit rancid as her tongue meets the drying mix of his cum and Shmi’s juices. She soon finds a rhythm and bobs back and forth as she gives a nice Nubian spit-polish on his fast-swelling rod under that golden plasma light.
Padmé’s hand finds a solid base where she holds it, the edge of her hand gently touching his balls, and she sucks on while massaging the base of his cock, learning that his girth is indeed a bit like the handle of his lightsaber, perhaps even a bit thicker.
She feels his loving hand stroking her hair as she sucks on. Soon, something wet drips out of the tip and she gets busy licking it, finding the taste bitter and salty-sweet as she passionately harvests the uncut head of Qui-Gon’s cock. It’s so ungodly soft! And hot in her mouth! A girl’s paradise! She wants to suck it like a Nubian lake-shell lollipop!
“This is my precum, young lady. I gather it is your first time, my sweet little angel, ” Qui-Gon says while tenderly stroking Padmé’s hair.
Then he sighs and says, “I still think this is a bad idea, but I want to give you the special first time you deserve, so now, you choose the position while I get rid of those boots... and didn’t you say you felt cold and wanted to borrow my tunic?”
Qui-Gon speaks with a wry smile as he swiftly takes his boots off while sliding his bunched-down trousers down and off his freed legs and feet, knowing that Padmé wasn’t really feeling cold, that it was just a girl’s device so she could see him naked.
His tan boxers follow suit as Padmé discovers what the underwear of a Jedi looks like. She doesn’t need the Force to understand she’s one of very few lucky girls who get to see this.
Qui-Gon presently stoops down on her lovely kneeling figure and kisses her on the top of the head, making her feel silly-giggly with blushing excitement as he whispers a compliment...
“Your hair is lovely and I’m thrilled to be naked in front of you; it’s been a long time for me. I still think this is not a good idea, but I’m at your command, Your Highness. How do you want to lose your wings?”
With the taste of his precum still lingering in her mouth, Padmé giggles and hesitates. She remembers Shmi. Getting down on all fours for a round of punishing strokes sounds like fun... But would she prefer to just lie down and let him have his way on top of her?
“Having a tough time making a decision, Your Highness?” Qui-Gon whispers with that same wry smile.
She smiles back and giggles, feeling a warm fire of joy and happiness within her upon seeing an aspect of Qui-Gon known to so very few.
“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Haa aaaaaa, so funny! Well...” she giggles...
Padmé feels so embarrassed! She’s the ruler of planet Naboo, entrusted by her entire people to take tough decisions that impact the life of hundreds upon hundreds of million souls, and there she is, a giggling girl stuck between the notions of lying down or kneeling on all fours!
“Aahh, well! Shiraya’s word! Any position will work fine with you! Well, I’ll ride you, yes, I’ll be on top of things! But first, please finish what you already started�Eat my pussy until I see all the stars in the galaxy!”
“As you wish, young angel.”
***
After lying down and letting him unleash his passion using his tongue, Padmé spent an unforgettable time on her back with her eyes closed and her fingers always running through his long hair as Qui-Gon ate her pussy.
His strokes were heavier, manlier than Shmi’s, but every bit as precise and purposeful. He had totally done this before. With whom? Padmé didn’t feel entitled to ask. She just let herself go and enjoyed that rare moment of personnal happiness.
Qui-Gon’s relentless strokes did strike Padmé’s switch. As she ran a fantasy about herself getting gang-fucked by Captain Panaka and several of her palace guards, Padmé bit hard into her pillow�her bunched blouse�and screamed her muffled song of bliss as her wrapped legs became like water around the Jedi and she squirted right into his soft bearded face.
He left her panting and sweating and smiling a Nubian mile wide.
Qui-Gon laid himself down on top of her and spent some time kissing her breasts some more, licking her girly sweat as she slowly recovered her senses.
***
“Thank you, my sweet loving knight, ” Padmé finally says. “Now please, Master Qui-Gon, lie down on your own cloak and let me ride your, uh, your thing.”
And she watches the naked Jedi, her eyes filled with amusement and wild excitement, as the tall man lies down next to her, and then she suddenly turns away while moving herself until her buttocks are in line with his face.
“Will you please kiss my bum? I want to know what it’s like to... Aaahh, Shiraya! Oohh, feels so nice, aaahh...”
Qui-Gon is ravenously licking and kissing Padmé’s butt! His warmth and his touch on her take the teen girl to a new place of fun.
“I confess, Padmé, I was curious to see your butt. I know you’re a slender girl, but I couldn’t help but notice that you have the right curves just at the right places, even when looking at you through your gray tunic... I was right in my judgment.”
Padmé gets up on her knees and elbows and faces him. She gives him her killer smile as she softly giggles...
“So you did check out my butt after all! Ha! Ha! Will you please stop talking like a book? Now... Take me as a thank-you gift for saving us on Naboo... By Shiraya’s word, we have the whole night to us...”
As she speaks, the naked girl swiftly moves herself on top of Qui-Gon, to where she’s straddling him and feeling so ridiculously small on top of him. He’s a man for sure! His proud flagpole is resting against her, right where her entrance is wet and waiting for him.
With wild anticipation filling her eyes, Padmé raises herself just as Qui-Gon’s feverish hands land on her waist...
The penetration comes as a sudden new reality when Padmé gently lets herself down on him, then rises again along with the gentle nudge from his hands on her, before lowering herself anew, feeling the great profusion of new sensations down there. It’s so fucking great!
She soon finds her rhythm, and just as she starts longing for his hands on her tits, Qui-Gon cups them and she smiles down on him as she stoops a bit down and pushes her boobs into his caressing hands. Oh, the pressure feels so wonderful! Her titties are meant to be in a man’s hands!
Keeping her own hands on him for balance, Padmé’s now screwing herself on Qui-Gon’s cock. His erection feels so tight and swollen inside her!
“I’m a woman now, Shiraya’s word! M-my angel’s wings are b-broken... Ooohh, feels so nice! Please go on! Love y-your little angel for-e-ever... Ooohh oooooooohhh yes! Yes! I’m yours! For-ever!”
Padmé now closes her eyes while she keeps screwing herself on Qui-Gon just like she wants, enjoying the pressure just where she needs it, and, oohh, just at the right time, his hands are back around her waist and he adds to her rocking motions as she stoops all the way down and kisses him.
She keeps ravenously kissing him as she screws herself hard on him while pushing her buttocks into his cupping hands. Is he using the Force so his hands are always where she wants them? Is such use of the Force allowed by the Jedi Code? Her erupting body negates her ability to think and ponder the matter.
Padmé comes like she never has before!
She sings her high-pitched series of whimpers into Qui-Gon’s kisses, while her fantasy of gang-fuck with her palace guards suddenly gives way to images of Qui-Gon bucking her against the dinner table with everyone watching, especially Shmi...
Padmé feels suddenly selfish while also feeling as if she were levitating, yet she’s still enclosed in Qui-Gon’s arms. She climaxes, screaming her joy inside his kisses.
Seconds later, he powerfully exhales and she gets the hard twitching of his exploding cock inside her...
“HHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNRRRR... Padmé...”
Padmé keeps kissing Qui-Gon, her overheated body drinking the tightness of his hands around her waist as he ejaculates. She shares his bliss as she drinks his kisses, holding his head between her hands. He’s so fucking hot! And he fucks like a god!
“You and I, Qui-Gon. You and I, forever!” she says as she kisses him one last time before letting herself down beside him to share her post-orgasmic delight with him.
***
The past and present mix and mingle in Padmé’s sleeping girl’s souvenirs... Is she really there again or just having an extremely vivid dream?
It was as if she was still lying right there, right now, no, ten years ago, but yes, now, when Qui-Gon Jinn was alive and well and in the very act of worshipping her virgin’s butt... She heard his words of satisfaction through the lapping sounds of his tongue...
“No, I must not to this, but, oooh, Padmé! We shouldn’t be doing this! But, oohh... You’re so beautiful!”
Now she remembers. She convinced him to stay and spend the night with him in that laundry recess.
He would say, “This is not a good idea, ” yet again.
And yet again she would reply, “You told me to stay close, I’m obeying your commands! I’m a good girl!”
And then, she would giggle and give him her killer smile, using her girly powers against his wisdom. She won.
He’s now kissing her all over again and she’s feeling like the happiest girl in the entire galaxy! He’s now kissing her feet again...
“Careful, Mister, I’m a bit tickly down there... N ha ha! Ha! Ha! Ha... Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Haaaaaaa... But ooohh, yes! Oooh, Mister Qui-Gon, you make me feel like a woman... ooohh, for the veryiii aaaahhh, first t, time... Aah, Naboo-God I’m so wet! Please please eat my pussy again and make me very-very happy again!”
She’s all encompassed and overwhelmed!
With each kiss Qui-Gon lands on the pristine curves of her buttocks, Padmé feels more and more ready to be fucked again. Qui-Gon’s Jedi cloak under her must be wet with her juices!
He presently presses his whole face against the plump firmness of her bum, and oohh, she loves the softness of his beard, this time right down there, on those curves she finds a bit too modest, but she feels more confident now that Qui-Gon’s giving them his loving attention.
“You have some nice sweep in those buns, Padmé! I wanted to see and feel them so badly! Maybe it’s the Force’s will!”
Did he really just say this?! Such words sound so strange and forbidden coming out from the Jedi Master!
She can feel his savage excitement as he presses on and won’t stop slobbering her butt with licking strokes, presently uttering sounds that feel very preposterous to her, but very excitingly so...
“Aaahh... At last! At last! I’m going to fuck her again, yyaaarrrhhh...”
And he lifts her up and she yelps, taking her blouse again and screaming into it just in time as he powerfully raises her and puts her on her knees and elbows, in line with his surprisingly hard cock. He’s able to go again?!
He is indeed.
Padmé yelps, “Hnnn, Shir’ya’s w’rd!” into her bitten blouse as Qui-Gon penetrates her with authority!
And now... Now he punishes her with his Jedi cock, each stroke rougher than the last as he fills the laundry recess with his grunting. So he’s a man after all!
Padmé moves herself along with him, enjoying his tight grip around her waist and she lets him fuck her all to his liking, happy to give herself and let him have what he was harboring in his thoughts secretly, perhaps right when he was sitting opposite her at the dinner table and speaking about that all-important podrace. But that will wait! Right now, she needs a fucking break!
And she gets it! She rolls along with Qui-Gon’s rough strokes, loving the manliness in his grunting as she wonders what Captain Panaka would sound like if he fucked her like this from behind as she feels all that weight and fury on her elbows, head bobbing and feeling whored! Would he enjoy to see her protruding bum? She thinks he would!
Just feeling her butt getting flat against Qui-Gon is rewarding enough, just knowing she’s giving him so much pleasure is more than enough for her... She’s a good girl!
“Q-Qui Gon! I l-love you! I love you, Qui-Gon! Oohhh! Ooh! Ooohhh... Yes! You and I... Ooohhh! Forever! It’s forever I l-llove ya�oooohhh, Shiraya’s word!”
Her head’s bobbing like crazy with her extra-long hair following along in majestic waves that keep reminding her of her duty as Queen of Naboo, just as Qui-Gon exhales hard and groans! He fills her up good and hard with a new load of semen...
“I... I still think this is not a good idea...” Qui-Gon finally says, dog-tired and now resting his forehead against Padmé’s sweaty buttocks while she remains on her knees and elbows, filled with a rush of heated delight.
He’s soon kissing her butt again and proceeds to lick all the sweat off it as she suddenly bursts in laughter and warns him about her being tickly at a particular spot down her hips.
What a night it was!
Oohhh! She had no idea this would feel so nice! She’s now wriggling hur butt right against his kissing mouth, yet again, right into his face as he tenderly holds her hips and doesn’t seem tired of worshipping her booty, now telling her again that he did look down there whenever she walked in front of him and he would grow hard under his Jedi cloak and tunic.
Padmé lets herself down on her stomach and she remains panting while Qui-Gon keeps kissing and licking her butt. They shouldn’t have, but they’ve done it and done it twice. Now what!
She’s so shocked about what she just did! Pregnancy isn’t an issue. The Queen of Naboo is always on the pill in case something unforeseen happened, althouth the Queen is technically not supposed to have sex unless she’s married.
Then, Qui-Gon suddenly rolls her around with absolute force and purpose, to such a degree that Padmé wonders whether he’s using the Force to help him in this motion, for it felt so effortless... But then, he’s so far gone!
She now lies on her back and he pushes her thighs apart, then he plunges his face right upon her well-trimmed patch of hair and lands a flurry of kisses right on her folds! Is he going to... again?!
As a burst of pure bliss explodes right through her, Padmé hastily grabs a corner of his Jedi cloak again. She knows she’ll need a biting blanket again! She puts a large fold of it inside her mouth as she screams her joy upon feeling his tongue rimming her entrance! He’s on fire!
She’s covered with sweat and steaming! He’s so good with his tongue! So much force behind those gentle pushes! And he clearly doesn’t seem to mind the taste of his own semen.
Before long, Padmé arches her back as her time bomb detonates and once more, she fiercely bites into his cloak and emits her peculiar salvo of high-pitched whimpers, almost sounding like he was hurting her... But far from it! She’s seeing myriads of stars! He keeps his tongue going on her hyper-responsive clit...
She detonates again! By Shiraya!
Which girl wouldn’t dream of such a first night of love?
How is he doing it?! It’s like ten times stronger than when she plays with herself!
“Ooohhh! Master Qui-Gon! Take me! Please, take me again! Again!”
“Padmé, I’m one with the Force, but not to such an extent. I’m feeling tired now. Just... Just stay close to me.”
***
It was a very, very happy girl who quickly used the bathroom and came back to snugly lie down against her beloved Jedi. Qui-Gon knew he would not send her away, although he should... He just sighed and allowed herself under his cloak. And the two lovers fell asleep together.
They woke up while it was still dark. Perhaps morning was close. She couldn’t tell.
The present time becomes all-encompassing as she remembers where she is and who she’s with. She snugly cuddles Qui-Gon in the dark.
He’s awake and he’s been stroking her hair. They kiss. Before long, he’s sucking her tits while her hands are once more running through his hair. She knows they’re going to fuck again and she’s as horny as a Shirayan vestal thinking of forbidden sex. She feels naughty too as she remembers that her angel’s wings are broken now.
Qui-Gon is a stud! He’s got stamina and what a lover he must have been back when he was in his prime! Even now, pushing fifty, he’ll still outgun most young so-called hot guys.
This time, he’s on top of her and she welcomes him between her legs. He gives her the savage fuck she always wanted! She wraps her legs tightly around him and just lets him rock her, enjoying the scent of his hair and pretending they were making love on the bank of a lake on Naboo, with the scent of shells and the tranquil roll of the waves.
Midway through it, he stops and plays some more with her tits while telling her he’s a bit tired and needs a rest, but then, when the time soon comes, he penetrates her again for round two. And he fucks her with a vengeance!
It’s a savage fuck! Really savage! They’re both sweating and clammy against each other!
Under his barrage of gung-ho strokes, she once more wraps her legs around him, tightly, while running her gang-fuck palace guards fantasy and imagining her guards dropping their jaws as she crosses her ankles on top of her lover to give them the best show of her girly feet, feeling so naughty at the thought of showing them how erotic their teenage Queen can be!
It ends with her screaming into that same corner of his cloak, again, while he’s soon forced to let go and groans right against her face as he bursts inside her, sounding like a man who’s dying out of sheer bliss.
Padmé ravenously kisses him and clenches her hands in his back and gives her some love scratches with her nails as she takes his semen.
***
“Qui-Gon, my sweet love, is there a way for us to be...”
“Padmé, you better go back to Shmi’s room now. It’s lucky we woke up before dawn...”
“Ooh, but I’d love to stay with you a bit more... Please, let me stay with you! I want to wake up in your arms again...”
“Padmé, be reasonable...”
“Now tell me, Qui-Gon. Am I a good fuck?”
“Yes, you are, Padmé... Now please, go back to your room.”
“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! This isn’t my room and I’m not a child, Qui-Gon, and besides, this night between us is not over yet!”
As she speaks with joy in her eyes, Qui-Gon’s caressing her royal-long hair and then lingering some more on the flattened play of her breasts as she lies on her back at his side, half in his arms and totally in bliss.
“I don’t think you really want me to go back with Shmi. I think you really want me to stay, am I right? Please, do speak the truth!”
Padmé’s right and she knows it. Shmi will have noticed that she didn’t return to her bed and she’s probably still sleeping. As for Jar Jar Binks, well, she can handle him and...
“Missa like this! Missa like this very very much! Aahhhh aaaaaahh! Padmé is good fuck! Missa LOOOOOVE PADMÉ!”
Padmé bursts in laughter along with Qui-Gon. It’s coming from the kitchen and it’s loud! Jar Jar Binks is with someone and somehow thinks it’s her. Shmi. It can only be Shmi.
The clamors die out as she hears hushed voices in the kitchen. Padmé laughs on Qui-Gon’s shoulders, enjoying his hand in her hair as she listens to the ensuing little drama.
After a couple of minutes, she hears Shmi. She’s telling Anakin that Jar Jar was having a nightmare, that it’s nothing.
“... Go back to bed, Anakin. People are counting on you, Anakin. You need rest. Go back to bed, now!”
***
After a few minutes of waiting and some more kissing and cuddling, Padmé reluctantly follows Qui-Gon’s suggestion. She pitter-patters her barefoot way back to Shmi’s bedroom after putting back her loose blouse.
She’s surprisingly happy to be back in bed with Shmi. Surprised and worried too, for Shmi’s awake and looking at her in the gray of pre-dawn.
As if reading her thoughts and wanting to dispell her worries, Shmi just smiles and kisses her. There’s some amusement and perhaps notes of jealousy in her. Most of all, Padmé feels warmth and genuine kindness and affection from Shmi.
“Was it your first time, Padmé?”
“... I’m so sorry... I...”
“It’s all right, girl! I understand! Did you like your first time?”
“... Yes.”
“I can’t blame Qui-Gon. You’re so lovely! So sweet and pretty! I... I just want to kiss you!”
And both girls kiss, Padmé so high in emotions that tears just flow and keep flowing out of her eyes.
“I don’t feel like sleeping now. Did you ever see a sunrise on Tatooine?”
“Only in pictures.”
“Then, you need to see it for real. It’s wonderful! At this time of the year, the brighter sun will come out first, and it will be closely followed by Tatoo II. Let’s get up and quickly put something on our back. Take the blanket as a shawl and let’s go upstairs! Mornings are cold on this planet, but the sunrise is the most beautiful in the galaxy!”
This was how an angel with broken wings watched the birth of a new day on Tatooine. And she wasn’t alone. She just snuggled into Shmi’s taller frame. Both women faced heavens as the first sun came out and flooded the desert landscape with its golden brightness. It was followed by the second sun that was just as big as Tatoo I, but it looked like an orange lantern trailing behind the bright golden globe. Padmé would never forget her first morning on Tatooine!
What was going to become of her now?
Taking the opportunity of living life, the teen girl turned around and faced Shmi. She kissed her, Shmi kissed her back and before long, Padmé was sucking Shmi’s tits while Tatooine’s suns rose. They came back downstairs and made love.
TO BE CONT’D