Note: I used widely available information in fandom spaces about Qui-Gon's past life to make it clear that what he and Padmé share is a lot more than just a hook-up in the face of danger. I gave much detail to the scenes on Tatooine because this is a defining moment in their love life, something she will always cherish in her memory.
Chapter 8 � The Last Night On Tatooine
Next day was spent in preparations for the podrace, which was next day three hours before noon.
Anakin was all excited. Qui-Gon spent much time with him. Padmé had to keep an eye on Jar Jar because he had a knack for getting in trouble in the most improbable ways.
Padmé listened to Qui-Gon’s advice and never stirred outside. She couldn’t stop thinking about him; her hands, her body were longing for him, but at the same time she felt deeply concerned. What if Anakin lost? What if he killed himself in a crash? She’d feel so guilty!
It was a lot worse for Shmi. Padmé had trouble looking at her directly. The later it got in the day, the more stressed Shmi felt. Padmé helped her prepare dinner, with RD-D2 proving quite useful when it came to serve dishes.
After dinner, when they silently put away the washed dishes, Shmi told Padmé she needed to be alone.
Padmé was extremely uneasy near Shmi.
“Oh, Padmé. I need to be alone tonight, you know. Just... just go to the laundry cubicle and sleep there. Qui-Gon will be happy to have company. He’ll probably tell you to go away, but he’ll be happy and let you stay, I’m sure... Deep down, he feels very lonely. It’s grown worse with age.”
Thus, while Qui-Gon was still talking with Anakin, Padmé passed quietly by his bedroom, but Anakin immediately noticed her, without really seeing her. It was as if he had felt her presence... Like a Jedi would.
“Oh, Padmé! Will you come and kiss me good night? I want to sleep knowing I’m blessed by an angel!” the boy said.
She thought about the night before and blushed when she found herself in front of Anakin and Qui-Gon, along with R2-D2 and C-3PO.
It was a very awkward moment. Padmé took a deep breath, then she stooped down and kissed the young boy goodnight.
“Good luck tomorrow, ” she said.
“Luck has nothing to do with podracing. The best pilot will win tomorrow, but thanks Padmé. And there’s one other thing that will always be true!”
“What is it?”
“That you’re an angel!”
“Good night, Anakin!”
***
Padmé went to the cubicle. Since she didn’t sleep much the previous night, she felt sleepy. And since it was rather cold and she didn’t bring any blanket and found the floor without any Jedi cloak on it, she kept her clothes on, grabbed some pieces of clothes from the laundry to use as a pillow and quickly balled herself in foetal position to keep her bodily heath.
When she woke up, she immediately felt she wasn’t alone and the golden light was turned on.
Qui-Gon was right there, sitting with crossed legs and looking like he had been meditating, although he was directly looking at her. His figure looked nobler than ever under that light. He was majestic.
“How... How long have you been there?” Padmé asks while slowly raising herself on her elbows and finding she’s now under a blanket.
The blanket is dark brown and so vast she feels little under it; Padmé smiles as she recognizes Qui-Gon’s cloak. He covered her while she slept.
“I... I was watching over you, Padmé.”
“You were watching me sleeping! Weren’t you?” the teenage girl replies, smiling with growing play in her eyes.
Padmé moves herself around, shifting herself until her head comes resting in Qui-Gon’s lap. The Jedi Master hesitates, then finds himself unable to resist her charm. He begins to tenderly stroke her hair. Love is growing between them.
“Now... This feels nice and comfortable... Hold me, Qui-Gon. I’m so scared!”
“You don’t have to be scared, Padmé. The Force is very strong in the boy. He will win and we’ll be on our way to Coruscant.”
“I don’t want to think about it now. Last night, I...”
“Last night was a mistake, Your Highness, ” Qui-Gon whispers. “A mistake we must not repeat.”
As the Jedi Master speaks, the disguised Queen of Naboo tenderly strokes his hand and deliberatly puts it on her cheek. She looks up to him and into him, smiling with a clear measure of amusement in her eyes.
“Oh, please, do keep stroking my hair, Master Qui-Gon! This will help me relax, ” she whispers back as she widens her smile into its killer version.
Qui-Gon tries to resist, knowing the girl’s intent and where this would lead, but as much as he wants to refrain himself, he finds that his desire for Padmé is stronger. He also senses that she knows it, that she feels much amused.
The Jedi Master sighs and keeps stroking her hair.
“You like my hair, don’t you? Do I remind you of someone you loved before? Sorry if I’m getting a bit too curious...”
“Well, Padmé, after what we shared last night, you are entitled to know a bit more about me.”
“I’m listening, my love. Ooh, I love it when you stroke my hair like this!”
“Back when I was a Padawan and took on my trials to become a Jedi, I found myself in the Outer Rim, on planet Felucia. And there I fell in love with a girl who was about your age. Like you, it was her first time. Like you, she gave herself completely, and I truly loved her.”
“Y-you d-don’t love me as much?!”
“You can’t compare infinity to infinity, my love, so don’t be a silly girl!”
“But then, what happened? Why didn’t you stay with her?”
“The Jedi Code forbids romantic attachments. I was young then, and I chose the Jedi Order over her. It broke both our hearts and I will never forget her...”
“But... what about us? Are you going to leave me too? I’m so happy with you now!”
“Love is part of the life forms and I think the Jedi Code lacks the flexibility to allow for a true, deep understanding of life forms. Love is part of the Force since the Force is one with everything.”
“But you didn’t answer the question, Qui-Gon! What about us? Will you stay with me on Naboo when this is all over and peace is restored? I love you, Qui-Gon!”
Qui-Gon remains there, silently and tenderly stroking Padmé’s long dark hair, his eyes wandering more and more on the shapes of her body�he can make out her lovely lines and curves where she snugly keeps herself blanketed under his cloak, all pressed against him with bent legs. He sighs.
“I wish it were that simple, Padmé. But the Jedi are the guardians of peace in the galaxy and they need me. My Padawan needs me, and once he’ll be a Jedi�and he’ll soon be�then the Jedi will need me to form another apprentice.”
“Yes, but can’t you love and marry me?”
“The Jedi Code forbids it!”
“Then the Jedi Code needs to be reformed!”
“There may be something to say about this...”
As he speaks, Qui-Gon pushes the cloak away from Padmé and feels a strong growing arousal within him as his gaze lands on Padmé’s fully clothed figure.
From her shoed feet to her long hair, her figure is small and so incredibly youthful and feminine! He allows himself�for one rare time in his hard Jedi life�to enjoy youth and beauty, her slender curves...
In him now grows a fierce urge to strip her naked and fuck her until he again experiences the forbidden joy of dying inside her.
His hands begin pressing, feeling her tits through that gray tunic she wears over her blue blouse.
He’s now stooping down, then lying down on her and she looks high toward the ceiling as he kisses her neck, tasting her skin as he marks a hot love trail all the way to her ear, which he gently kisses as well, his face now hidden under the long mass of her hair as she feels her heartbeats quicken under his hand, where he keeps feeling her boobs. Oh, Shiraya’s word, she loves his touch!
Padmé feels tired, yet she also feels and shares his excitement. She knows they shouldn’t be doing this, but she also knows that his cock is surging under his Jedi tunic and once more, she feels curious to see it again. To see it and to kiss it too! Why couldn’t she be allowed to also be a teenage girl discovering the touch and love of a man?
Her hands are moving of their own volition under Qui-Gon. She’s undoing her belt and soon enough, she slips her hand under her black trousers, then under her panties and she starts caressing her entrance and moaning as he keeps kissing her neck and cupping her tits through her daytime clothes.
Qui-Gon isn’t holding back! His hands go wild. He grabs her tunic and pushes it higher on her bosom. He grabs her blouse as well and pushes it even higher, clearing the view on the pristine smoothness of her abdomen and navel, her skin almost glowing under that golden plasma light as she raises her arms and he frantically kisses the underside of her white bra, now directly her nipples through that bra.
The Jedi Master exhales out of wild excitement as he pushes her bra upward against her bunched-up blouse and tunic, and Padmé’s tits are suddenly there in their pale glory and soft splendor as he covers them with hot kisses. She purrs under his gentle assault as she once more feels the gentle brush of his beard on her angel’s skin.
Padmé feels the burning pleasure in him as his tongue circles around one of her nipples. His mouth and hands are devouring her teenage charms with a sudden outburst of pent-up passion that tells her that he indeed thought about her and her tits often all through the day.
She gets rid of her top clothes and enjoys the pleasure of being topless under him, basking under his overwhelming passion as she runs her fingers through his long brown hair where the white strands act as constant reminders of the long years separating them.
Qui-Gon keeps sucking her tits ravenously as she wraps her legs around his torso and keeps pushing her lap against him, applying pressure where she feels herself wet and ready under him as she keeps whimpering and whispering “Shiraya’s word... Aah yes!”
Qui-Gon experiences an outburst that pushes heated words out of him...
“Yes! Yes, her tits! The teenage girl with soft tits! Ooh, Padmé! Your tits are like baby skin! I love them!”
“Well, Master Qui-Gon! You may also pull my trousers off and see if my butt is also like baby skin! Ha! Ha! Ha! Haaaaa... This is so fucking preposterous! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Even Sabé wouldn’t believe me if I told her! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
“You must not say a word about this, Padmé...” Qui-Gon replies as he rushes her trousers off her legs, which she’s moving in a way that facilitates her stripping.
The trousers’ black fabric magnifies the whiteness and softness of her skin as Qui-Gon avidly kisses Padmé’s legs, giving all his love to that bright display of grace that suddenly deploys itself under him in alluring lines that confirm how incredibly adorable she is, especially once her shoes and socks have come off her feet along with her tucked-down trousers.
“Do you like your Padmé in her panties, Master Qui-Gon?” Padmé playfully purrs as she rolls herself onto her stomach.
Giggling, she slides her thumbs under the white elastic of her panties, then pushes them down her hips, blinding the Master Jedi with the sudden sight of her buns! Her bum... spotless, surreal, complete with the bum crack that confirms that the Queen of Naboo is naked and blessed with a nymph’s butt that makes her a prize for all men who worship a petite maiden.
Padmé’s small body has yet to finish its final growth and the tall Jedi immensely appreciates the debauchery of contrasts between them... not a single hair to be seen on her legs since her handmaidens take regular care of her. The baby-soft result of that royal care is now offered for the Jedi to touch and contemplate as he rediscovers how youthful and charming her legs, ankles and feet really are!
After covering her bum with slobbering kisses, after allowing his hands free-roaming licence around Padmé’s slender contours, Qui-Gon hears her request for a cunnilingus as the girl rolls herself around so she’s once again on her back, this time with the neat, velvety triangle of her carpeted sex where he presently presses his lips in an act of pure adoration, before pushing his tongue between her wet folds, and the laundry recess is soon filled with her high-pitched litany of purring moans.
Holding her hips, his face pressed between her spread-out legs, he gives her the full galactic experience as her closed eyes soon see myriads of girly-heaven stars. She arches her back and literally dies out of sheer bliss on that floor as she presses her swollen tits to amplify her nearly painful climax.
Once Padmé came and squirted into Qui-Gon’s beard and tongue strokes, she starts moving herself around and begs him to please take her from behind. Her naked body is the best invitation a man can get as she moves herself like a dream until she’s on all fours and smiling at him, her face sweating and shimmering under that soft plasma light.
The Jedi cannot resist, and once more, Qui-Gon drops his beige trousers and fucks Padmé doggystyle with all leisure to contemplate the cushions of her teen-girl butt as he holds her small waist and keeps up the repeated collisions uniting them.
He enjoys her in fast, short strokes as he lets the steaming pressure quickly build up while his gaze fully enjoys her booty, which he has envisioned more than once by looking at her clothed figure. Even the most eminent Jedi masters cannot fully comprehend such fascination linked to the very roots of life.
The one reality Padmé knows is summed up by his hands on her and the moving fullness he provides her vagina with. Each stroke takes her deeper in her new status of sexual woman.
She’s suddenly aware of someone else. Shmi?! Shmi, standing at the cubicle’s door...
Shmi promptly removes her sleeping dress, then Padmé watches her lie down where she understands that Shmi’s sex is going to be under her low face while she herself keeps enjoying Qui-Gon’s punishing strokes down on her elbows and knees and she’s soon whimpering right into Shmi’s black bush of hair.
Padmé starts kissing Shmi’s muff while brutally bucked by Qui-Gon’s increasing impetus, until...
“aaahhnnnNNNNNNNNNNNNNNYYUUGGGHHHH-AAAAaaaaaaaaaaaah Padmé...”
She feels him explode inside her, his hands painfully clenching her hips with savage joy as he finishes, and there’s Shmi’s luxuriant patch of hair right under her nose. Padmé understands the price for her stay�she gets further down and kisses and licks Shmi’s entrance, noticing her outer lips are a bit larger than her own and that she tastes surprisingly sweet with a tiny bit of cinnamon.
“Do you like the scent, my lovebird?” Shmi says. “This is a spicy desert fragrance. I hope you like it! Aaahh... ah yes! Keep going, yes...”
Qui-Gon then gets the privilege of witnessing the girly-girly exchange as Padmé proceeds to take Shmi right up to the uppermost heights of her twin-sun sky.
He stoops down and enjoys the benefit of Shmi’s browner nipples as she arches her back and sings high for both him and the teenage girl who’s so good at eating her pussy! Padmé’s experience with her handmaidens is paying off. Shmi gets the full benefit.
***
During a session of cuddling and kissing where all three lovers get to know each other better, much better in fact, Qui-Gon becomes a much-tried man as the two women strip him naked and run their wet kisses all over him.
Then both females kneel down and sit their ass on their heels, giving the Jedi the lovely display of two ladies who are two decades apart in age. Shmi is just as thin as Padmé. The main difference is the black shade of her long hair�clearly darker than Padmé’s warm brown. Yet both are dark-haired and fair-skinned under the golden light.
Shmi’s tits are a tiny bit fuller with browner nipples and her hips are also wider and she’s hairier down there, with hairy armpits and some stray hair on her legs since she’s a slave and doesn’t have royal handmaidens at her disposal.
At their laughing request, Qui-Gon stands up as both girls approach his growing erection, their eyes filled with a unique brand of lewd joy�such dirty joy that is usually seen in teenage girls. Shmi looks both surprisingly young and strikingly old next to Padmé.
With his eyes filled with disbelief, the naked Jedi Master looks down upon the girls as they start licking his cock together, really giving the picture of a young-looking mother pleasuring a traveler with her daughter’s game-changing help.
Qui-Gon gets to appreciate the subtle differences between Shmi’s tongue strokes and Padmé’s. Shmi is a bit more precise and purposeful and shows she’s clearly more experienced, whereas Padmé displays nervousness and keeps giggling as she licks on.
He closes his eyes, stroking both Shmi and Padmé on their gently moving heads as the cock-licking fiesta goes on and on, with both girls determined in their cum-extracting mission.
The harvest proves a success. Qui-Gon opens up his eyes and with his mouth wide open and even losing some frothing slobber, he explodes and sends one large dollup flying plump on Padmé’s youthful face. Padmé smiles as Qui-Gon’s semen lands on the bridge of her nose with one pearl shining on her lips, and she takes her tongue out and tastes it while Qui-Gon gives his second cumshot to Shmi’s tits.
He then frantically masturbates and growls in a mighty burst of delight as he spews a massive bolt that forms some sort of flying “S” in the air, and as the Jedi waves a hand in the air, the pearls of fresh goo come flying where both girls get their face splattered.
Qui-Gon then lets himself fall down on his knees, where both girls�not minding their cum-coated faces�press themselves against him and cover him with kisses. They lie down together in common exhaustion.
Shmi takes Qui-Gon’s Jedi cloak and covers all three of them under it.
“You’re right, Padmé, ” she says, “there’s enough of him for the two of us!”
The tired threesome falls asleep.
***
Next day is the big podrace day. Shmi anxiously follows her son’s race along with Qui-Gon and Padmé on the datapad. Qui-Gon allows himself to tenderly touch Padmé’s shoulder as she watches anxiously.
And as Anakin wins, Qui-Gon does it again as Padmé cheers with joy. This madness has to stop! His duty must remain with the Jedi Order.
After the cruel parting with Shmi comes the sudden lightsaber fight with a sinister dark adept of the Jedi arts. As Qui-Gon’s green blade dances with blinding speed against his opponent’s red blaze, Padmé watches anxiously from the ship’s cockpit. Guilt assails her for the first time.
What if his feelings for her make him lose that all-important split-second during this fast-paced duel?
The dark-cloaked fighter turns out surprisingly skilled. He even follows Qui-Gon as he leaps high onto the ramp, and the Master Jedi has to put an all-out effort to drive him off!
What if that dark fighter had succeeded in getting on the ship, then killing both Qui-Gon and his Padawan? Then... that horrible red-faced devil would have made short work of her retinue and... She would have been his sexual slave for the entire voyage...
The thought fills Padmé with immense guilt, yet she feels wet and in urgent need of finding herself alone with Qui-Gon. And they fuck hard, good and often�finding their favourite positions and fantasies�during the entire trip back to Coruscant.
She had no trouble with convincing Qui-Gon to keep the madness going, and from that point on, her relations with Obi-Wan Kenobi were always strained and filled with unease, although Obi-Wan did buck Sabé on the regular, on the ship and then later on Coruscant and also on Naboo after the parade. Sabé and Padmé had no secrets from each other.
The hardest part�by far�was to keep from crying when she stood in front of the pyre during Qui-Gon’s funeral. The Jedi Masters from the Council must have sensed her pain and her feelings through the Force. They said nothing. And she always thanked them for it.
TO BE CONTINUED