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thegreatwicked · 5 months ago

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Padawan: Bonded Confluence

Ask and I shall deliver! Enjoy some more R&R time with your gorgeous Master!

Padawan: Bonded Confluence

Some hours later, you weren’t sure exactly how long your eyes fluttered open and you awoke to the soft warmth of a bed, enveloped in the unfamiliar comfort of plush blankets and soft pillows. As your eyes fluttered open, you stretched out luxuriously, savoring the feeling of being well-rested and not sleeping on hard ground with just a bedroll for cushioning.

But as you took in your surroundings, a sense of unease began to creep over you. The bed was empty. At that moment, it all came back to you - your nightmare had become reality. He had not come back for you, leaving you alone once again. Your eyes burned with unshed tears, your heart ached and the room felt cold.

As your panic peaked, a familiar scent wafted towards you.

Lingering traces of cordite that even a prolonged shower couldn't dispel, the woodsy fragrance from countless nights spent among the company of ancient trees, and the charcoal-ashen scent imparted by humble campfires— aromas were woven so deeply that no amount of washing could erase them.

It was undeniably him. You snatched the pillow where he had laid his head not long ago. Each memory flooded back from his arrival at your recovery room to his whispered confessions of desire, his every sinful touch that had your toes curling, and his inappropriate use of the Force that left you breathless. The lingering dampness from your shared shower was still present, bringing back every intimate moment and solidifying the reality of what had occurred between the two of you. The comforting fragrance filled the entire room, easing the frenzy in your heart.

Not a dream.

His essence clung to every fiber of the pillow as you held it close to your chest, fingers digging into its softness letting yourself be consumed by its intoxicating fragrance and feeling instantly calmed by the ghost of his presence. He hadcome for you, after all, taking you to bed in your recovery room with such tenderness and passion. Well, mostly tenderness.

You grinned. Yes, there had been some tenderness, but most of what existed between you and your former Master had been far more… passionate.

The familiar ache between your legs returned, prompting you to squeeze your thighs together and bask in the sensation for a few moments before getting up to find him. He was here, and you had three precious days with him. Three days of waking up like this, in his bed, maybe once this incessant war was over, there could be more days like this. More days where you could fall asleep wrapped in his naked embrace.

But those were just fanciful musings at the moment; eyes on the target, not the horizon.

You had three concrete days with your Master and no time to waste. You released the pillow from your grip and sat up, taking in the empty room around you, true, he was nowhere in sight but you could feel his presence close by.

With a sleepy yawn, you swung your feet over the side of the bed, you briefly considered walking out to find him naked but knowing your Master there was every possibility that he could very well be on a com call with his men or even Anakin. And while the lolthcat would be out of the bag at that point, you didn’t want to force it, so you looked around for something clean to wear and the soft fabric of his discarded shirt immediately caught your eye. Without hesitation, you reached for it and brought it to your nose, inhaling deeply, letting his scent fill your senses, overpowering you with its clean yet slightly metallic aroma, like that of the charged air after a thunderstorm.

It was a silly fantasy, but one that had always stirred excitement for you; to feel the weight of his clothing against your skin and nothing else underneath, to have that smell cling to your skin.

The worn linen was soft and comfortable from having been washed and worn many times before, and it felt like being wrapped up in home. To have this simple garment that rested against his body finally caress yours, it was lovely and a sideways glance in the small mirror said it didn’t look too bad on you. The Jedi were modest beings who didn’t give much consideration or value to confidence in one’s appearance, but you knew enough about men to know that most of them universally approved of seeing their lover in their clothes. You had this idea Obi-Wan would either say something terribly eloquent, sensual, and romantic or something completely feral, filthy, and arousing and you didn’t much care which one.

Oh, yes, this was much better than walking out naked.

True, it was no different than your own clothes aside from being larger, it stopped scandalously just a little bit above your mid-thigh and you didn’t bother with all the closures, you were fairly sure it wouldn’t be staying on very long.

But your hunger for your Master quickly took second place for your body’s actual hunger for sustenance, or so the growling of your stomach told you so. The meager rations you’d been surviving off in the field for the last six weeks rarely satisfied the way real food did, it never tasted quite right either, but the worst part was that it almost always had no smell to it but freeze-dried and preserved food often had that distinction. Stars knew, you’d certainly eaten worse.

It filled the stomach and that was all that was required, things like taste and smell were luxuries that weren’t often afforded to you, in fact, the food at the temple wasn’t always much better, still a little on the bland side but at least it was hot. It wasn’t until you’d left the temple altogether that your relationship with food changed. Another growl.

Your longing to fulfill your craving for the touch of your Master would have to be put on hold for a few moments.

Making your way to the small galley in his quarters, the sight of a colorful meiloorun fruit caught your eye right away and you snatched it up with carefree glee. It had been so long since you’d had real fruit of any kind instead of the calorie-dense meals afforded to you. In the field, it was rations, in medical, it had been flavorless muck fed to you through feeding tubes while the bacta’s waters worked to heal you, then back into the field, you went.

If the food fed to soldiers was an indication of their value it was clear the Republic nor the Jedi cared very much for those who fought their battles for them, but it didn’t surprise you that the galley in Obi-Wan’s quarters as a General, saw that he had better food. Your eyes doubled in size when you saw things like roasted chuba nuts, fresh nysillin stalks, and spiced jorgan fruit chips but the ultimate test of your willpower was the uj’alayi cake that sat so lonely and unprotected… your tongue tingled with memories of the tasty sweet cake filled with fruit that you hadn't had since your time on Mandalore.

It was hard but you limited your scavenging to some of the roasted chuba nuts and the jorgan fruit chips enjoying their satisfying crunch and burst of flavors awakened your taste buds, which had been dormant for far too long. The little crunchy snacks were lovely but the awaiting meiloorun fruit made your mouth water, the smell of it was perfect, ripe, and ready.

Peeling away its brightly colored orange and blue striped skin was like opening a present and you savored its succulent taste as it burst on your tongue. A delicate blend of citrus and honey, the sweet juice dribbling down your chin in a very unladylike manner, and you tried not to moan. It was hard not to wolf it down but previous experience had taught you that it was best to indulge slowly, after so long with such dense food the switch to richer ones could bring quite the digestive drama, you’d seen it a hundred times.

You broke apart the rest of the fruit, gently separating the segments with care and placing it into a dish with the intention of, perhaps sharing the treat with a certain Master. Peering out from the galley, your thoughts turned to the location of your lover, so you closed your eyes and let the Force guide you.

Its gentle ripples called out to you, and with your physical hunger quelled, it was time to do something about the otherone.

His eyes were closed deep in meditation, legs crossed, his hands folded neatly in his lap. A still hot cup of tea at his side, the steam curling in the air, much like the incense used at the temple. Sapir tea. You could smell it from where you were and it brought a smile to your face.

In times of distress and strife, you would often brew a cup of tea just to bask in its warmth and allow its aroma to surround you, to feel the comforting ghost of your master. Sometimes, you would even spend your last remaining currency or trade away precious possessions in exchange for a few ounces of loose-leaf tea, keeping it close to in a pouch around your neck. It was your little secret.

It was hypnotic, the slow and steady rise and fall of his chest, the rhythm of focus and discipline, he always made it look so easy.

Meditation had always been something you struggled with, always finding it so difficult to quiet the chatter in your mind, and while you somewhat regretted leaving him as you did, you wouldn’t change it. You had so much growing to do and it wasn’t until you found yourself with no one to rely on that your connection to the Force grew stronger.

It was no secret that Obi-Wan possessed a strong connection to the Force. But as you watched him meditate with such grace and tranquility, it was hard not to be in awe of his presence, which filled the room with its powerful energy.

He exuded an aura of beauty and self-control that was truly mesmerizing.

It was a breathtaking sight that stirred conflicting emotions within you: admiration for his discipline and an inexplicable urge to wreck it.

You smiled and popped a piece of the fruit into your mouth as an idea began to take shape.

Bonded Confluence.

That was the name of the formal practice that had long ago fallen by the wayside and largely forgotten when attachments were banned within the order. So named to reflect the converging of two rivers becoming one.

Through ancient practice, partners sought to fortify their Force Bond by aligning their minds and bodies through synchronized meditation and the exchange of physical and sexual energy. This harmonious fusion allowed for a profound spiritual and intimate bond, resulting in a state of deep meditation that could endure for hours. It was a union of sensuality and spirituality, creating a beautiful balance between pleasure and inner peace.

And if Ashoka was to be believed; the gateway to the most mind-blowing orgasms in existence.

The notion that the intensity of physical pleasure could be matched by the tranquility of meditation and that the merging of sensual energy could extend and surpass an orgasm was fascinating.

Delicious, erotic, and possibly blasphemous thoughts swirled around in your head, and with a grin, you approached your sitting master making no effort to hide your presence. You had no reason to hide from him anymore, and it was freeing, to be so unguarded, besdies, he probably knew the exact moment you woke up and sensed your brief moment of panic.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked without opening his eyes.

Your smile was soft and drowsy as you kneeled behind him pressing a sweet kiss to his temple.

“I think so,” His posture remained steadfast, though his handsome face split with a smile.

“What happened? A nightmare?”

“No,” you said, shaking your head as if to brush him off, feeling silly. But his hand reached up to clasp yours and he looked at you, the concern in his beautiful eyes communicating his desire for an explanation. You hesitated only briefly before answering him, “For a moment, I thought it was all a dream,”

You forced a smile, but it quickly faltered as you looked away. You didn't want to see the familiar look in his eyes, the one that made you think he was blaming himself somehow, like when he found you in the recovery room. The one just before he begged to know how he had failed you and hurt you. The memory might move you to tears and you had to change the subject quickly.

His proper posture wavered, and a surge of soulfulness overtook him, crashing down like a rogue wave. You hadn't intended to make him so anxious and immediately regretted answering him at all but the storm soon calmed again as he took your hand, raising it to his lips and tenderly kissing the back of it.

“Forgive me, had I known, I would have stayed by your side,” You just smiled and swallowed hard forcing the damned butterflies back down where they couldn’t make you say or do silly things. “I can assure you, this is quite real,”

To prove his point, he playfully pinched your arm and you jerked back slightly.

With a soft chuckle, you exclaimed, "I think I'm blessed with an overabundance of proof. No dream has ever left me so sore."

Obi-Wan's cheeks were tinged with a slight blush, an uncommon sight that made it difficult to reconcile the two sides of him. On one side, there was the serene and collected Master Jedi who advocated for discipline, serenity, and a deep connection to the Force. On the other hand, there was the man you had always hoped existed beneath the Jedi facade - a man who craved pleasure, and passion; untamed and unrestrained.

As his lips met yours, the faint taste of sweetness from your little snack clinging to your lips. He pulled you in closer as his eyebrows raised in surprise and curiosity, savoring the unfamiliar flavor on your lips.

"Or hungry it seems, is that the meiloorun fruit I taste?" he asked licking his lips.

"I don't know, is it?" you teased with a naughty smile and his grin widened.

With a playful glint in his eyes, he reached up and gently took your chin between his thumb and forefinger, pulling you back to him and pressing his lips against yours. His kiss was sweet as his tongue traced the edges of your lips, eagerly seeking entrance. As you parted your lips, the taste of juicy meiloorun from your earlier snack mingled with his own flavor, making the kiss even more delicious. The warmth of his breath and the softness of his lips against yours sent shivers down your spine, making it hard to pull away.

"It seems so," he said after releasing your lips. "Is there any more?"

You plucked another piece of fruit, holding it up to his awaiting lips eagerly offering him the sweet treat. He devoured the fruit but didn’t stop there, nipping your fingertips, his teeth grazing against your skin in a playful manner, then the gentle flick of his tongue against your skin.

"Delicious," he remarked with a grin, "The fruit was sweet as well,"

It was words and naughty little innuendos like that that made your heart race for this man, and you thought back to that little idea of yours, your grin betraying your mischief.

You reached for another piece of the fruit to savor, and his hand quickly intercepted yours. Just when you thought he might pull you onto his lap, he surprised you with a tender kiss on the inside of your wrist. The heat of his lips and the tickle of his beard sent delicious tingles down your arm, making you crave more of his touch.

"Join me?"

Your lips curled into a devious grin as you pressed your mouth to his, claiming him with a slow and irresistible kiss. He was caught off guard, but soon lost himself in the intensity of the moment, feeling breathless and wanting more.

"In a way," He was intrigued, judging by the way his eyebrows furrowed together. "Have you ever tried meditating with a partner?" Your voice dripped with sensuality as your question lingered in the air, pregnant with seductive implications.

“Yes…” He replied slowly, sensing an underlying meaning. "Though I suspect our definitions of 'partners' may differ considerably,"

You gave him a sultry smile, guiding his head back to face forward. Your fingertips lightly stroked along his strong jawline before pressing into the soft skin at the base of his neck for a teasing kiss.

Of course, there were rumors of the existence of Holocrons concerning the connection between sex and meditation but you had certainly never seen them. If such things truly existed it was certain those teachings were only accessible to Masters. Ashoka seemed to have a considerable understanding of the subject, leaving you to wonder where she acquired it and which Jedi Master she had convinced to teach her. And how?

She never elaborated on that subject, no matter how many times you would ask, she would just grin and tell you:

“You should try it sometime.”

No time like the present.

Obi-Wan glanced back at you, perhaps about to ask something but there was no room for questions now, only submission to your touch. You could feel something from him, a certain energy. Not fear or apprehension; quizzical. If nothing else could be said for your master it could most certainly be said he was a deeply curious man.

You shifted your weight, against the warmth of his back against your chest, aligning your body with his. Your knees on either side of him, hands resting on his shoulders gently kneading and massaging the muscles. The heat from his skin seeped into your palms as you rested your cheek between his shoulder blades. He smiled a pleasant smile, he had no idea where you were going but he seemed to be enjoying it so far.

With a low murmur, your lips brushed against his skin as you whispered "Just breathe."

And he did, placing his trust in you by closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath through his nose before exhaling slowly. His shoulders relaxed with each caress of your breath as it tickled his skin. You found yourself hearing so many sounds that you might normally ignore, ambient noise that was often drowned out became crystal clear to you.

The gentle whoosh of air vents, muffled chatter leaking in from the neighboring rooms, barely audible footsteps passing by, and a faint hum that seemed to come from deep within the walls

Most prominent was the sound of Obi-Wans breathing, and the faint thump of his heart. It was a soothing rhythm that seemed to synchronize with your own breaths. Your hands drifted down his arms, to his hands, gliding over his worn knuckles and back up again in a slow and steady motion. With each exhale, releasing any tension or negative energy from your body.

He sighed and leaned back into your touch, his shoulders dropped, his muscles loosening, releasing all the residual stress he had been holding onto.

Unprompted, he began mirroring your movements, his fingertips exploring the curves of your bare thighs and tracing patterns along your skin, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

It felt as if there was a glowing light surrounding the two of you, created by the merging of your breaths in a continuous loop. It was a moment of complete stillness and connection between Master and Padawan.

All distractions fell away; you were tuned into a frequency of the Force that you had never felt before, it pulsed and thrummed between you. The energy surged through your body, starting at your core and spreading out to your limbs until even your fingertips and toes buzzed with its power. Your muscles relaxed as tension melted away, replaced by a sense of weightlessness. All worries and physical pains evaporated in this moment of pure connection.

You trailed your fingers along his defined shoulders and up his neck, feeling his muscles twitch under your gentle touch. Fingers combed through his sandy hair, causing a surge of electricity to course through him every time your nails grazed over his scalp. Like a storm brewing beneath his skin, your fingers conjured tiny shocks. Down his neck, they went, following the hard planes of his muscular chest, tickling along that soft trail of hair. His breath hitched and a slight tremor ran through his body.

The act wasn't necessarily sexual, but it held a deep level of intimacy. To be in such close proximity with this man, feeling and hearing his heartbeat, and witnessing his unguarded state of relaxation and tranquility, and knowing that you were the one who put him there, was better than any stimulant.

You weren't entirely sure if this was how Bonded Confluence was practiced, but the serene feeling that surrounded you and the way his Force signature danced with yours assured you that you were on the right track. Ashoka’s guidance on the practice was limited but she had mentioned that it required discipline and you were beginning to understand why; to be so close to one to whom you were so drawn to and not give in to your physical desires was difficult

As unorthodox and untrained as what you were doing was he couldn’t deny there was something spiritual about it, the way your breathing and hearts were as one and the gentle peace and pleasure lapping at the two of you creating a connection that was both thrilling and uplifting.

You were sure to ask her many questions later because this form of meditation deserved more time to uncover its secrets further but there were other more pressing things you wanted to uncover as well. Your lips brushed against his cheek then your breath caressed the shell of his ear and your hands dared to explore him… further.

With a light touch, your fingertips moved down his forearms, over the bumps and ridges of muscle, and finally rested on his strong thighs. You felt the strain in his body as you traced the curves and angles of his hips, gently kneading the firm muscles. His lips parted with a soft gasp, arching towards your touch in eager anticipation.

The Force, amplified by arousal, crackled between you. He could sense every flutter of your fingertips as if they were on his bare skin. His trousers tightened, the fabric straining against his growing erection.

“Is this some new meditation practice, you’ve learned?”

You smiled into his neck sucking softly at the junction of his shoulder and neck, so as not to leave any marks he would have to explain later. He was trying to maintain his composure of what he thought meditation should be. It wasn't entirely his fault; Obi-Wan had always been a student of history and had perfected his meditative techniques long ago. But this situation was far from the traditional meditation he was used to and he seemed to be having trouble letting go.

That was until your fingers reached the drawstring closure of his trousers and began to gently unlace them. That's when he began to falter. Despite knowing it was a game he wasn't meant to win, Obi-Wan was not a man to give up so easily.

Your fingers traced along the seam of muscle and fabric. With a gentle push, you slipped your hand underneath the waistband, eagerly enveloping his rapidly thickening cock in your grasp, his mouth fell open.

“Q-Quite insatiable, aren’t you?”

"Shh, just breathe, my padawan," you teased.

Oh, how you longed to see the expression on his face when you called him by that title.

"And what do you suggest I focus on?"

The muscles in his neck tensed as he swallowed nervously, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He seemed to have given up trying to clear his thoughts, evidenced by the way his hands tightened their grip on your thighs.

"Concentrate, Master," your words dripping with seduction as you continued to stroke him, "Feel the power of the force thrumming through you, driving your desires."

With each stroke, you placed heavy emphasis on the words "feel" and "thrumming," your hand moving in sync with your words as you mercilessly teased him. He fought to contain his pleasure, but eventually, a deep groan of pure bliss escaped his lips.

His once rigid posture began to crumble as his fingers dug into your thighs, gripping tightly.

"Can you feel it, Master?"

"Y-yes," His voice wavered, caught between a stutter and a growl. “Padawan…”

You slid your hand down between your legs, feeling the heat and wetness already there, spreading your thighs wider. Your warm breath tickled his ear as you slipped two fingers inside yourself, teasing and gathering more wetness. With your other hand, you stroked him slowly, spreading his precum over the head of his cock. The pleasure of your touch made you bite down on his earlobe, and a deep moan escaped from your lips as you continued to stroke and tease both of you simultaneously.

"You are truly testing my patience, young one." He warned again in a lower tone, but whatever threats he had in mind never came.

You knew there would be consequences for this game later; he would make sure you remembered who was Master and who was Padawan. But oh, what a thrilling game it was!

"I apologize, Master. Let me make it up to you."

Before he moved again to make good on his tone, you brought your fingers to his lips, painting them in your wetness. The heat of your touch made him shiver as he eagerly took them into his mouth, savoring the taste and moaning deeply as he sucked and caressed them with his tongue. The sensation was electric, sending tingles through your body and igniting a fire within you. You couldn't help but let out a soft gasp as he continued to pleasure your fingers with his tongue.

You were on cloud nine, reveling in the power you held over this fierce and formidable man.

Your entire body tingled as he continued to pleasure your fingers, sending waves of heat straight to your core.

"Faster?" You asked him a little more out of breath than you'd intended, not your fault, you were remembering exactly what that tongue of his had been capable of.

He groaned onto your fingers, and shook his head, "Slower." He commanded, releasing your fingers and one of his hands slipped behind your head, pulling you into a kiss, flavored with the sweetness of your arousal.

"More."

It took you to understand his meaning but when you did, you smiled into his lips,

"As my Master wishes,"

Your hand left the warmth of his cheek and slipped back between your legs, teasing your clit for a moment before returning to your soaking pussy, first one finger and then two. You whimpered a little against his skin, never breaking stride with how you stroked his cock. The whimpering gave way to a moan when his hand left your leg and came up behind you to seize the back of your hair, adding an element of roughness that only intensified the experience.

"If you can manage my cock, darling, I think you can manage three fingers," His voice was low and held a dangerous edge to it. Even if you had initially intended to say no, it was now out of the question.

You moaned a bit more with the addition of a third finger, the wet sounds of your pleasure filled the room, an affront to the decorum of the established Jedi practice, but oh, how he approved.

"Yes, that's it." He murmured, you shuddered, this hadn't quite become what you'd intended, but you'd never look at meditation the same way again. "Let me taste them,"

Watching how his eyes doubled in size at the sight of your listening slickness coating your fingers before he devoured them eagerly one by one left you breathless. Your combined stroking of his cock and the intoxicating scent and taste including your arousal flooding his senses elicited a moan from him that saw your cunt clench on nothing, the throbbing desire for him burning hotter with each passing second.

Each time his hips rocked forward, his forehead creased in concentration and pleasure. His moans grew in volume as he eagerly sucked on your fingers, his cock pulsing with a desperate need for release. He pushed himself deeper into your hand, gasping and trembling with desire.

“Ah-!” He groaned at a particularly overzealous touch and released your fingers from his mouth, “Darling, I think it’s time for a change of position,”

The taut muscles in his back and arms flexed hypnotically as he reached for your waist and effortlessly pulled you into his lap. As you settled in, his piercing blue eyes met yours, radiating with an intensity that matched the ferocity of the kyber crystal at the heart of his lightsaber.

His gaze raked over you hungrily, and he seemed to enjoy seeing you in his linen shirt, only now noticing it, your smooth skin was food for his eyes from the gentle line of your neck to the dip between your breasts, down the supple slope of your stomach and finally resting at the moist warmth between your legs that he had eagerly savored moments before.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, placing his rough hands on your thighs and the curve of your backside. The sensation of the calluses from his hands added a gentle texture to his touch. The ebb and flow of the force nestled over the two of you like a blanket, in a way normal meditation could never touch you.

He slipped under the shirt reaching up your back and back down resting on the curve of your ass, his lips hovering a breath above yours, the tiny little puffs of breath like a siren’s call to close the gap between you. Your lips began to tingle in anticipation and while it was unbearable, it was also a tortuous exercise in control and you decided to see just how long you could stand it.

His skin tingled all over from the near touches and the closes of your lips and it was clear he was struggling with the same thing you were, his hands flexed on your legs several times.

You glanced back down into his lap at his swollen cock and the need to touch him, to bring him pleasure, was overwhelming and all-consuming. As you looked up into the celestial embers of his eyes, sharing soft breaths and caught in a trance of desire, you reached down his chest and slipped your hand into his trousers once again, feeling the heat and hardness of him in your grasp.

He was thick and hard, his skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat. Every time your thumb brushed against him, he shivered and let out a soft moan. For a few minutes, all you could focus on was the sound of his ragged breaths and the steady beat of his heart, like a drum calling to you. The intense pull between you felt almost tangible, like an invisible force bringing you closer together, drawing you in like magnets.

“Slow?”

He nodded slowly, confirming, “Slow”

Your fingers danced over the tender skin of his length, tracing every curve and ridge with a feather-light touch. His eyes fluttered shut, overcome by the delicate sensation, and he let out a low groan as you continued to slowly stroke his cock. His face contorted in pleasure, surrendering to the blissful sensations pulsing through his body. In that moment, all he could do was feel your touch and bask in its exquisite pleasure.

Allowing himself to simply feel.

His force signature quivered as he let the warmth and the light fill his body giving over to this meditation with you, intertwining with yours in a beautiful symphony of light and heat. You let the force guide your movements, you could feel his thoughts, his desires, his emotions as if they were your own. And it only fueled the fire inside of you even more. His raw desire and need for you radiated through the Force, adding to the already intense atmosphere between the two of you.

It was beautiful seeing him like this, a conduit for pleasure, his hand kneading your thighs with each stroke of his cock.

But as good as it felt, the ache between your legs was growing stronger and more urgent. The desire to feel any part of him touch you there again consumed you. The air around you pulsated with your need, until suddenly Obi-wan's eyes snapped open, piercing right through you, it startled you.

Seeing and feeling your need, he pulled you close, his hand cupped your cheek, and pressed his lips to yours. Exploring every crevice of your mouth while his other hand trailed down your body. He slowly stroked his way between your legs, his fingers finding all the right spots that sent waves of pleasure through you. Your moans and gasps were met with expert caresses, his lips never breaking their passionate kiss.

“Shh, darling,” he murmured as the pads of his fingers swept through your folds gathering the wetness there, “Slow?”

You nodded and he cupped your throbbing pussy making you groan before offering the blessed relief of the pressure of a fingertip over your clit. You felt as though you might fall apart at the touch, it was somehow more powerful, more intense and the man was barely touching you. You shuddered under the softness of his fingers, hips rocking into his hand.

Your hand slowed to a painful crawl and there was a distinct whimper from Obi-Wan, “Darling, either touch me or don’t but please, do not just stop.”

You cursed yourself for neglecting his pleasure and quickly resumed stroking him with renewed enthusiasm. He responded with a grateful moan, guiding you with his breathless instructions until you find the perfect rhythm.

“Yes, that’s- a little faster,— Like-like that…” He groaned as you adjusted your pace to his liking.

He didn’t ask for guidance on how to pleasure you, he already knew what made you cry out for him. A finger slowly plunged inside you, offering another relief while simultaneously drawing heavenly circles around your swollen clit. Usually, such a slow tempo would have you begging for more, but at this moment, you were content to sit in his lap and whimper like a kitten, savoring every moment of the gentle touch.

When Ashoka had told you that her first venture into this Bonded Confluence had lasted over six hours, you’d outright called her a karking liar. It didn’t seem possible for pleasure to last so long, but now you were beginning to understand how it could and your mind was quickly opening up to the possibilities.

Luckily, she took it in good humor, and now you realized just how wrong you were. And now it seemed you’d be eating your words when you saw her next, there were certainly worse fates.

“Close your eyes,” Obi-Wan whispered in his deep, alluring voice. “Focus your thoughts,”

You nodded in response, feeling yourself falling deeper into the meditation. It was as though all of your senses were heightened, every touch was like a burst of starlight.

“Feel the connection,” Obi-Wan whispered, his voice warm against your ear. “Let it guide us.”

Your hips moved of their own accord as if begging for more contact and Obi-wan was more than happy to oblige. He used his other hand to grip your hip firmly, keeping you steady as he pushed his finger deeper inside of you.

“Yes, that’s right, feel my touch, let it consume you, allow it to reach every part of your body.”

As Obi-Wan's fingertips grazed across your skin, a soft moan escaped your lips and you felt a trail of goosebumps form in their wake. It was like an electric current running through your body, sending shivers down your spine and leaving you craving more of his touch. You were on the verge of losing control, but he pulled away just in time to prevent you from reaching that point of release.

“Not yet,” he whispered against your lips, “Stay with me,”

You gave a slight nod, and as you leaned in to kiss him again, you could feel his breath quicken.

He was trying to extend that moment of almost ecstasy, to see how long you could both hold onto it. It was torturous, it was heavenly.

“Can you feel it?” Obi-Wan breathed against your lips, his hand still working between your legs as he held you in his lap. “The connection between us?”

“I feel it,” you sighed in response, the heat pooling low in your stomach as he continued to bring you closer and closer to climax with each passing moment.

“Hold onto it, just for a moment.”

You could feel his own arousal through the Force, your mind was beginning to blur as the pleasure slowly built inside you. You were treading carefully, like a vessel slowly filling with water one droplet at a time until it reached the brim and threatened to spill over. You were trying to maintain that delicate balance, just before reaching the point of overflow.

Obi-Wan’s lips trailed down your neck with gentle kisses as he whispered praises and sweet words. His fingers moved with skilled precision, coaxing out every single sensation possible. Having him so close, not just physically but the way your signatures melded together, flickering as they connected and crackled brought the swirling sensations to peak, you teetered over it about to tumble over, and there you held on.

Eyes closed, you were acutely aware of every sensation as he pressed his fingertips against your skin, his breath mingling with yours, and the heat of his body enveloping you. And then, you saw it - a light that shone so brightly and purely, banishing all darkness in its wake. It seemed to dance in your vision, like an endless sea of stars twinkling in the night sky. This radiant glow filled you with a warmth and joy, unlike anything you had ever experienced before. In that moment, there was only the two of you, bathed in this ethereal light that seemed to connect you on a deeper level. Time stood still as you basked in the beauty of this moment, feeling grateful for having found this light in the midst of life's chaos.

“Let go.”

And so you did. You surrendered yourself completely to him, letting his touch guide you toward mind-numbing ecstasy. His voice was the gentlest whispers’ so soft so sweet and it was all it took to see you tumbling over the precipice. It was a perfect harmony between physical pleasure and the Force. One minute you were floating in pleasure, the next it consumed you. Yet the vessel didn’t spill over, it remained brimming despite the pleasure that washed over you.

You were lost in a haze of pleasure as you rode out something that transcended the simplicity of an orgasm. Every touch and stroke felt like it was magnified tenfold by the force bond between you. His fingers never stopped their divine ministration over your clit, nor did he stop plunging them inside you, your body rippled around him and you shook with the strength of your orgasm as it washed over you like a never-ending tsunami, coming in powerful waves each growing weaker until you fell weak in his arms, once more, your master caught you.

The vessel shook, but still, it didn’t overflow.

As you slowly opened your eyes, the tumultuous waves of emotion subsided and your gaze met his. The depth of his perfectly serene eyes captured your attention, shimmering and sparkling with a crystal-clear clarity. Every shade of blue imaginable danced within them, like the ocean on a bright summer day. You could see everything - past, present, and future - in those mesmerizing orbs.

“So beautiful,” he muttered dreamily as he sunk his mouth onto yours.

You began stroking him once again, wanting to give him as much pleasure as he was giving you. He groaned appreciatively at your touch, letting his head fall back.

"Obi-Wan," you gasped, "inside me...now."

“As my padawan desires,” he murmured breathlessly.

He pulled you closer, his strong arms wrapping around your waist in a tight embrace

His hips lifting gently to meet yours, positioning you just so, as he thrust upwards. A surge of pleasure shot through you like an unstoppable force, and you clutched onto him for dear life as he stretched you again. His hands roamed down your back before settling on your hips, guiding you in rhythm with his movements. Your fingers tangled into his hair while his hands traveled down your back, pausing at your hips before slipping under your shirt to grip your ass. Every thrust was like fire and ice, a delicious ache that built and released in waves of ecstasy.

His groans mingled with your own as he drove into you relentlessly, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside you. As you moved together, finding a rhythm that suited both of you, your connection through the Force only grew stronger. Obi-Wan's touches and thrusts were now guided by your own desires and needs, making the pleasure even more intense.

Obi-Wan’s lips moved from yours to trail down your neck, nipping at the sensitive flesh as he made his way to your breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it until it hardened under his touch.

“I-I’m close!” You rasped.

“I know, hold onto it again, hold on darling,” He grunted, driving himself closer, harder, up into you. “Just a moment!”

Obi-Wan's movements became faster and more urgent, driving you towards another peak of pleasure. You felt yourself spiraling once again, but this time it was even more powerful than before this time something bright swelled inside you, a euphoria unmatched by any meditation exercise ever, you floated in it, basking in its lights and warmth, feeling Obi-Wan’s heart beat in perfect time with yours.

"Come with me," he breathed against your lips as he felt himself reaching the brink.

Gasping for air, you looked into Obi-Wan’s eyes you nodded, knowing that this was what you both wanted – to be connected in every sense of the word, so you let go again. His body moved with yours with a need that was indescribable coupled with the fierceness of your cosmic connection.

The vessel spilled over.

With one final, powerful thrust, he plunged himself deep inside you, his body shuddering with pleasure as he called out your name. You could feel the heat and weight of him filling you, his release sparking a wildfire of sensation throughout your body. Every nerve ending was alight as waves of ecstasy crashed over you, leaving you breathless and spent in his arms.

He continued driving his hips into yours and milking every last drop of desire from his throbbing cock. He whimpered and surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensations that bore down on him until he was finally as spent as you.

There were no words exchanged only the most primal of connections between two Force-senstive beings that transcended all things, all laws, all banned practices. It was perfect and it seemed to go on and on.

But Obi-Wan wasn't done yet, when it should have ended, it didn’t his eyes rolled back and his head lulled as he gripped onto your legs, and he tipped you onto your back and continued driving into you, each stroke throbbing and pulsing

The room was filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing, skin slapping against skin, and the occasional moan or whimper. Obi-Wan's movements were becoming more desperate and urgent, his hips slamming into yours with a primal need that matched your own.

Your hands were gripping onto him tightly, nails digging into his back as you rode out wave after wave of pleasure. You couldn't form any coherent thoughts or words.

As his thrusts became more erratic and frenzied, you knew that he was close to reaching his climax once more. You couldn’t believe it. You could feel yourself getting closer as well, the coiling tension within you building to an almost unbearable level.

“Once more darling, once more.” He was all but pleading, the desperation in his voice, that he wanted so badly for you to come again was shattering.

You could feel your body teetering on the edge again, the intensity of his thrusts pushing you closer and closer to your peak. Obi-Wan's lips trailed down from your neck to your chest, leaving a trail of hot kisses as he continued to drive into you. The pleasure was overwhelming and before you knew it, you were tumbling over the edge once again. Your back arched off the floor as ecstasy washed over you, your entire body shaking with the force of your release.

Then the vessel shattered.

You cried out into his mouth as waves of pleasure rippled through every part of your body.

Obi-Wan followed immediately, Driving his hips into yours with desperation bordering on madness as his entire body thrummed and pulsed and throbbed with the strength of his orgasm and he cried out. Spilling inside you again, pulsing and throbbing until every last drop was spent.

He all but collapsed onto you, Obi-Wan’s weight nearly pressing you onto the floor, but you didn’t mind at all, in fact, you felt oddly comforted by it. He was barely able to hold himself up, his whole body shook. His heart pounded against yours, both of you still connected as he nuzzled into your neck. There was only the sound of labored breathing and he trembled above you yet you felt perfectly calm and collected, it was a beautiful thing to see him this way, undone, shaken, and raw. He smiled and kissed you slowly, still seated within you, groaning every time you clenched him from the residual shock of your orgasms.

"I-I don't, I've never—" he stammered, his voice laced with disbelief. “Padawan, where did you learn that?” he gasped against your mouth.

“Ashoka.” He looked shocked, “She tells me it can last for hours,”

His eyes went wide, “Hours?” He blinked in disbelief.

You nodded brushing his hair out of his face, “Can you imagine it? Hours of touching and pleasure and kissing?”

He let out a small laugh. "It's hard to comprehend. I'm not sure I'd survive so long without blood to my brain." He paused for a moment before adding with a twinkle in his eye, "But there are certainly far worse ways to die.”

“We’re going to have to try again I suppose, since we obviously failed,” Your laughter bubbled up, a mixture of amusement and disbelief at the notion of your recent actions being deemed a 'failure.' It was almost comical to think that something as trivial as this could be considered a failure.

“Oh yes,” he replied with a smirk, “completely and utterly.” He agreed, “I suppose we’ll have to work on our discipline, won’t we?” Oh, how horrible.

“Later, I’m still hungry.”

“Was I not satisfying enough?” he teased, reaching over to pluck a juicy meiloorun fruit and hold it to your lips.

“Satisfaction is never a problem where you are concerned, Master. But if I’m going to have the strength to go for hours, I’ll need something more filling than fruit.”

You grinned and reached for another fruit, taking a bite before offering it to him. Obi-Wan took it from your hand and bit into it, his eyes never leaving yours as he chewed slowly. The sight was incredibly erotic and you couldn’t resist leaning forward to capture his lips in a kiss once again.

A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes as he drove his hips forward again, still buried deep inside you. The change in angle made you moan and your body tremble with pleasure.

"You need more filling you say?" he asked teasingly, his lips grazing yours in a tantalizing kiss.

“Master, please.” You moaned.

He brought another piece of fruit to your lips, then brought his lips to yours sharing the taste of the fruit. “Quite a messy eater you are.” He noted as the juice dribbled down your chin, he leaned forward with a flick of his tongue licking it up, “I think we’ll need a bath next, or maybe another shower.”

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