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"Rose, I'm concerned," he managed to get out, sounding almost pained as he said it.

What was happening to him - it was as if all his training as a Jedi suddenly evaporated! Was this the Living Force telling him not to live his life as a Jedi? Was someone or something causing him to do this? And curse him his desire was only growing!

The harder that Qui-Gon attempted to channel his emotions and release them into the Force, the hotter his desire burned within him.

"Rose-"

And then he was kissing her again with a passion that surprised him, his hands roaming across her body, half-remembering how good it felt to touch a woman whilst in the throes of passion.
 
Rose kissed him back, everything was going so fast but she didn't mind, she knew this was wrong for a Jedi to do this, but she also knew he was no longer with the consuil so really there wasn't anything wrong with it, her hand rested on his chest as she kissed him.
 
Qui-Gon's hand roamed south on her body, touching her through her clothing, grazing her belly, her hips before he blindly slipped his hand up her skirt and found the edge of her panties and pulled them aside, exposing her. He touched her labia and gently rubbed her there for a moment, making sure she was moist, before he slid two fingers inside and began to work them in and out of her at a steady pace, marvelling at her heat...

"Rose, I want you," he groaned into her ear before he kissed her neck...
 
Rose closed her eyes feeling his hand up her skirt, she gasped feeling his two fingers in her, who would have thought she would be with her master, first time with a man and it was someone that loved her for what seemed like a very long time. "I want you too" She said lovingly, she moaned feeling him at a steady pace.
 
Qui-Gon reared back from her, his hands leaving her body, his fingers leaving her pussy, but only long enough for him to shuck off his robe and clothes.

"Disrobe, Rose," he said, his voice almost hard, a coarse order from a man on the verge of losing control. "Disrobe for your Master."
 
No one had ever seen her body, she was almost terrified to, she wasn't afraid of Jinn but she was afraid of some of the scars on her body, she removed her shirt and bra, and her skirt and panties, she sat down on the bed looking up into his eyes she had 4 scars one across her breast, the rest on the side of her side. She smiled lovingly at him.
 
Qui-Gon made a note of her scars and vowed to ask her about it later, when he wasn't penetrating her with his cock and fucking for all he was worth. Definitely later.

"Focus upon the Force," he ordered, his voice still hard as he spread her legs. He was barely able to stop himself from plunging his member inside of her with no preamble.

He placed himself between her legs, one hand by her shoulder to hold him up, the other hand guided his cock to her labia, rubbing the head up and down the length of her entrance.

"Rose..." he said, as if trying to hold himself back one last time. Then he gently pushed into her, the head of his cock sliding in, his girth stretching her wide...
 
She smiled looking into his eyes, letting out a small moan feeling him stroking himself against her, she all of a sudden felt him inside her, she let out a small gasp, feeling his manhood splitting her wider she had a smile on her face she kissed him lovingly showing it was ok for him to continue to make love to her as hard as he wanted.
 
Qui-Gon moved so that both arms were hold him up, his hands placed by her shoulders, his cock jerking inside of her as he positioned himself above her.

He mumbled something, it was impossible for Rose to make out - it might have been her name, a curse, a prayer, but it was then that he pushed himself fully within her, peircing her hymen. His eyes searched hers for discomfort, as if some sort of test of her use of the Force despite the pleasurable distraction of sex.

Then he began moving his hips back and forth, the whole of his weight focused upon the point they were joined, taking full strokes within her as his cock slid in and out- He groaned at how tight she was, the grasp her vagina had upon him.
 
She moaned her hand clenching into the bedsheets under her, her breathing was strong but started to get a little faster she moaned louder she was using the force to make the pain go away, she smiled she was no longer in any discomfort, she relaxed under him as she placed her hand on the side of his face smiling lovingly at him.
 
Weird, otherworldly thoughts raced through his mind - thoughts of his padawan 'servicing' him every morning, every evening, before every lesson, and more.

Qui-Gon gritted his teeth, once more trying to force the thoughts from his mind, but the harder he tried, the more graphic the images became and the more and more certain he felt he was sure to make such thoughts reality.

He growled in frustration and in desire, loving the way she grasped the sheets of the bed in her hands, the tense expression that had been on her face, as he began thrusting harder and harder into the woman beneath him, into his padawan...
 
She moaned even louder she was so very happy her breathing got faster her arms went around him as she clung to his shoulders she found herself begging. "Oh Master Jinn....Yes....Harder!" she beggged her breathing was very fast she wanted him to explode inside of her.
 
Qui-Gon's pace and power of his thrusts increased still more, answering Rose' pleas, but he seemed a touch distant even as she clung to him, her gasps desperate and pleading for full release.

He grunted and growled with each thrust as if his animalistic urges were given control over his vocal cords as his thick member filled her up with each downward plunge, and emptied her with each withdrawing movement.

"So good, Rose," he growled out. "So fucking good!"
 
She cried throwing her head back "Oh yes Master!! yes" She cried loudly "Im coming!" She thrusted her hips up as her heart that was racing held still she stopped moving for a moment as she let out one final small cry as she relaxed under him, a bead of sweat fell down her face she smiled looking at him.
 
"Say it again," he whispered.

Rose might have just had a potent orgasm, but Qui-Gon had not, and he did not slow in his thrusts one iota.

"Say it again, say it again, my Padawan," he ordered, staring down at her with passion and lust filled eyes. "I want to hear you say it," he said, each word punctuated by a powerful thrust inside of her.
 
She moaned lightly as he drilled into her she sighed happily a smile on her face, and she placed her hand on the side of his face, she gazed into his eyes seeing the lust and want. "Master" She moaned
 
Qui-Gon gave a great groan and emptied into her.

He collapsed upon her as if the very lust and passion and desire that had fueled him had been passed on to her with his orgasm.

He rolled off of her to keep from smothering her and smiled at Rose.

"My Padawan," he whispered.



Elsewhere, Count Dooku chuckled quietly to himself. His master would be most pleased at Qui-Gon's shift. The bond he still shared with his one-time padawan without the knowledge of Qui-Gon had served Dooku and Dooku's master well...
 
She smiled looking at him she saw him differently now, her Master and her lover" She covered them up and draped her arm over his stomach looking into his eyes and nodded. "Master" She said softly, brushing strands of hair away from his face, and rested her head on his chest.
 
"Now it is time for a nap, I think," he said, his eyes fluttering closed. In a matter of moments he was snoring away with Rose' head still upon his chest. The full magnitude of his deeds did not weigh upon him - perhaps later, after he awoke, he would realise just what changes he had wrought.




Elsewhere, Dooku laughed all the harder...
 
She nodded and sighed some, she closed her eyes and fell asleep, when she woke up she was on her side, she was almost afraid to move over, afraid she was going to be in the bed alone, she sighed some as she opened her eyes, she yawned some.
 
Qui-Gon wakes up and thinks "Oh, dear."

It was then that Rose heard Qui-Gon's snoring and looked over to see him still laying there on his back, sawing logs like no one's business.

Qui-Gon's dreams were interesting to be sure. He dreamed of futures that might have been, he had become one with the Force, slain by the tattooed Zabrak on Naboo, and his dying wish had been to tell Obi-Wan to train Anakin Skywalker, train the Chosen One... And who was this Padme Amidala?

And then Anakin fell to the darkside and committed unspeakable acts of slaughter and depravity as he served his dark master, who was...

Who was Anakin's dark master in the vision of what might have been?

He slowly blinked awake and looked over at Rose. He was nude and she was wearing a loose shirt, with the lower half of her body covered only by a bed sheet, and there was only one reason for that, Qui-Gon knew.

Oh, dear...
 
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She smiled looking at him, she looked into his eyes "You look like you have seen a ghost Master Jinn are you ok?" She said rather worried, she had slipped on her shirt since she was cold and sat up her lower half in the sheets, she sighed some looking at him.
 
The smell was in the air, the unmistakable smell of it. And he knew that some of it came from him.

What had happened? He remembered she was sitting on the bed and then he- Did, did he actually kiss her?

Yes. Yes, he had, and quite a bit more than that.

The doubt and hesitation was abruptly gone and he smiled at her. "I'm fine, Rose, I'm sorry I worried you. Did you sleep well?"
 
She smiled "Yes, but I can tell that look on your face Master Jinn, is that the face of regret what we did?" She said softly, she had hoped not because it would make her feel like a tramp really but she didn't say anything, she held her breath in waiting for him to say how he felt.
 
Qui-Gon shook his head.

"No. I don't regret anything we did in the least," he told her with a small grin as he leaned towards her. Thoughts of passion and desire ran through him but he squashed them. For the moment. He kissed her on the lips and slid off the bed, rising to his feet, not even bothering to cover himself up in the least.

"Now that we have had a good and refreshing nap, it is time for us to become cleaned up. Come along, my young padawan, and we shall become clean. Then we shall begin your lessons."

He smiled at her once more.

"I have been thinking of getting my hair cut, a new look for my new life outsid of the Jedi Order. What do you think?"
 
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