Pleasure Before Business

Chapter 3: A Slice of Heaven

Bastila took the knuckles she hadn't realized she had been biting out of her mouth. She closed her eyes to shut out the erotic spectacle, but images of their lovemaking played out on the inside of her eyelids in all their sensual glory.

"I... I must admit I am intrigued," Bastila said in a shaky voice, her eyes flying open when she heard wet sounds.

By the Force, they were insatiable, Bastila thought in a daze as Carth removed the damp panties that still clung to Revan's groin and began to pump his fingers into her; the other woman began to fondle his testicles, rolling them in her hand. Bastila could feel the pressures of their eyes on her as they tried to gauge her reaction.

They froze when Bastila cried, "All right! Enough!" She took a deep breath. "I... I will join you. For tonight."

"There's no need to shout," Carth said, sounding remarkably calm considering Revan had his balls in her hand.

Bastila folded her arms across her chest. "But I refuse to get in bed with two sticky people. You must take a bath first before I will even consider doing this."

They stared at each other, the baffled look they exchanged nearly making Bastila laugh. She suppressed the impulse, feeling more than a touch of hysteria. Just how had she gotten into this situation?

Revan laughed. "I forgot how fastidious you are, Bastila. All right, we'll go wash up--but you'd better not be cowering in the cockpit or something when I come back."

Carth exchanged an undecipherable look with Revan before she took a robe draped over a chair and left for the 'fresher.

Bastila averted her gaze from his unabashed nudity. "Carth... please put some clothes on."

The amusement in his voice made her blush. "You couldn't keep your eyes off us--off me--a minute ago." She heard a rustle of cloth. "But all right, if it'll make you feel better..."

She looked back to see he had put on a pair of shorts, but nothing covered the film of sweat that glistened on the hard planes of his body, nor the remains of come still on his thighs. His skin exuded the raunchy smell of sex.

Carth sat on the bed, patting a place next to him. "Sit down, Bastila," he said as he picked up the wineglass she had left on the floor. He reached for the bottle on the table and poured a generous measure into the glass.

Gingerly, Bastila sat down next to the soldier, highly aware of the fact that she had seen him with his legs splayed wide open right on that spot. She could not put out of her mind the picture of him penetrating Revan with his huge cock. Bastila gulped the wine down, trying to wash it away.

"Hey, Bastila, it's just me, you know," Carth said as he sipped at his own glass. He leaned back, resting his weight on his other arm. "I'm still the same Carth Onasi who helped Revan rescue you back on Taris."

"I rescued you--!" Bastila began, then threw her free hand up in exasperation. "Oh, why do I even bother anymore?" Too late, she realized Carth had goaded her deliberately.

His eyes crinkled with laughter. "See?"

Bastila drank more wine to cover her discomfort. "Carth, I find myself... uncomfortable, seeing you as more than a soldier who assisted with our mission. You provided me--and Revan--with invaluable advice. I must confess I never saw you as someone who would ever offer this kind of... of..."

"Love?" Carth suggested. He reached out, turning her face towards him. "It's not too late to start." His eyes glittered with sympathy--and knowledge of pleasures beyond her wildest fantasies.

She drew in a breath when he leaned down and kissed her. His tongue parted her lips, and she tasted the saltiness of his seed, wine and caffa. The stubble on his chin rasped against her cheeks as he probed her mouth more deeply, gently and tenderly. It seemed to be a promise, a pledge to give her what she needed, whatever that was.

No one had ever given her a kiss so gentle, yet so intense, new moisture pooled between her legs.

He watched her with half-lidded eyes as he pulled away, taking with him her shuddering breath. Bastila was still struggling to regain control of her lungs when she heard Revan's bare feet slapping against the floor.

Revan reappeared, clad in a cream-colored robe. Bastila tried to decide if she were relieved or disappointed when Carth left her side to take his turn in the 'fresher. His callused hand caressed her cheek as he went.

"All better now that I'm clean?" Revan asked, her eyebrow arching.

"Very much so," Bastila answered, as her eyes took in the other woman's clear skin and unbound hair.

Revan's robe was cinched snugly around a slim waist, her neckline revealing the fullness of her cleavage. The hem was short, ending at her thighs, revealing her long, strong legs.

Bastila could see Revan's swollen nipples peeking out when the other woman sat down next to her, and had to stifle the strong urge to take one into her mouth and taste it. Revan smelled strongly of some sort of soap instead of sex, but it was alluring all the same.

"I suppose it is your turn to convince me that this... proposal of yours is the right thing for me?" Bastila said, lifting her chin in challenge. Despite her bravado, her labia throbbed with unfulfilled need.

"Actually, I've always wanted to kiss those pouty lips of yours," Revan retorted. Without warning, she took Bastila's face in her hands to keep her still.

The kiss was much more demanding and urgent than Carth's; perhaps that was a legacy of the Dark Lord, Darth Revan, who had taken and taken without ever giving.

This Revan drew Bastila's needs into the light as her tongue darted between her lips. Bastila groaned as she responded; she had passively taken Carth's kiss, wonderful as it was--she should take back at least some control. She only had a brieft taste of Revan's mouth before the other woman pulled back, leaving Bastila feeling foolish and light-headed.

"Are you brave enough to take what I'm offering, Bastila?" Revan said softly. "You're not going to run away again, are you?"

The sight of their lovemaking had dragged Bastila's own need for someone to touch, and to be touched, out into the open. There could be no retreating back into her Jedi discipline and shell after this. Bastila stared at the other woman's swollen lips, trembling with the desire that had been stoked by the sight of their lovemaking, then fanned to a roaring flame by their kisses.

"No... not anymore." Bastila pulled Revan's face to her, pressing fervent kisses along the line of her jaw. She yanked the neckline of Revan's robe open, taking the large breasts that spilled out and over her hands. Revan groaned against her lips as Bastila squeezed and kneaded the warm, firm flesh. She bit down on a plump nipple and tasted cloudberries.

"I'm glad to hear that."

They both turned to see Carth standing in front of them. Bastila had been so engrossed with Revan she had not even heard him enter. Her eyes dropped down to the front of his dark blue robe, his erection showing clearly where it lifted up the fabric.

Revan smirked at him, then looked back at Bastila. "Of course you are--we're about to fulfill every man's fantasy."

His long, lean fingers undid Bastila's braids, then Bastila felt the heat of his body searing her back as he sat behind her. His stubble abraded the back of her neck as he nuzzled her nape, and Revan stole the gasp that escaped her lips at the sensation.

Deftly, Carth unfastened Bastila's jumpsuit with one hand, his other twining in Bastila's hair. His clever fingers hooked her bra open, and then she cried out into Revan's mouth as she felt her breasts cupped in his warm hands, her nipples hardening when he pinched and pulled them.

Revan buried her hand in Bastila's panties, brushing through the damp curls and into her wet folds while Carth stripped her boots and trousers off. Bastila writhed on the bed when they each put their mouths on her breasts and suckled her. She clawed at the sheets as their ministrations fanned her desire to a conflagration.

She could not help the wordless scream that was torn from her throat when Revan slipped a finger into her, invading a place that had been empty for six years. For an agonized second, Bastila saw Malak's cold eyes above his metal prosthesis, felt his cold, cruel hands.

Then reality returned, obliterating the memory. The Rakatan temple had been freezing cold, despite the tropical weather outside. Revan's body, lips and fingers were warm, and behind her, Carth's broad chest radiated heat like the Tatooine desert.

Bastila's hands fisted in the fabric of Revan's robe, grasping it like a lifeline as the other woman's finger slid deeper, pushing through even as her inner muscles clenched against and on it. And it was only one finger... what would happen when Revan used more?

What would happen when Carth touched her? His hands were much larger... his cock, larger still. Fear and desire coiled through her at the thought.

Carth raised himself up and kissed her, crushing her lips, more demanding and urgent than before, though he was still more gentle than Revan. His tongue invaded her mouth and explored it, while Revan thrust yet another finger into her. He stole every gasp and moan from her, while his strong fingers squeezed and pinched her breasts.

Then he pulled away to again suckle at her nipple. His large, warm hand dragged Bastila's down through the wiry hairs of his chest to his stomach, until he wrapped her fingers around his cock.

Fascinated by the impossibly soft skin that covered such hardness, Bastila explored him, her fingers tracing the raised veins from the thick hairy base to the tip of the knob. Carth trembled against her as she squeezed him, marveling at the width and girth. Her hand looked tiny around him, and her fingers could not meet where she gripped him. Clear drops of come spilled out of the eye while Bastila watched.

The ventilator blew cool air on Bastila's wet breast as Revan slid down, kissing a hot trail down her skin until she reached the barrier of her panties. Bastila arched her back as Revan slid her hot tongue between the moist folds of her labia, losing her grip on Carth and on her sanity. She clutched at Carth's hair as white-hot fire flared through her body.

Bastila dug her fingernails into Carth's back as the orgasm roared through her body, and he in turn supported her as she shook, swallowing her cries into his greedy mouth. Somehow, some time, they had both shed their robes, and she had not even noticed.

When her racing heart and hoarse breaths finally slowed, Carth gave her a wicked grin as he reached for the wine bottle. It was not until the cold glass of the bottle touched her labia that she deduced what he was about to do.

The smooth glass slid into her, then Bastila felt him pour the warm wine within; after the coldness of the bottle the liquid felt almost hot, but compared to her own desire, it was more like cold water. She twisted and squirmed as she felt large fingers that made the wine feel positively tepid. Carth's hands were indeed much larger than Revan's, the digits dwarfing hers as he took his turn delving into her.

The combination of two hot mouths and Carth's fingers drove Bastila mad as she arched her back and spread her legs in a wordless, lascivious gesture for more. Her hands fisted in the rumpled sheets and pulled them off the mattress as another orgasm crested and crashed through her, and felt their ravenous tongues lapping the new moisture up.

Revan moved up and feasted on her breasts while Carth drank from her, but Bastila roused from her languid torpor and pushed the other woman down flat on the bed. For the first time in her life, Bastila tasted the musky flavor of a woman, and realized that tonight she had stepped onto a path that promised many new beginnings.

A flood of hot moisture washed over Bastila's tongue as Revan came, and felt not only the warm glow of desire, but the accomplishment of bringing such joy and pleasure to another, despite her inexperience. The pain as Revan pulled her hair only sharpened the ache between her legs. Bastila followed Revan over the edge a moment--an eternity--later under Carth's relentless tongue and insistent fingers.

Carth looked up at her from between her legs, giving Bastila a lusty grin, his lips stained red from the wine--and with her essence. Bastila held her breath when he stood, his hard cock bobbing with his motion, wondering if he planned to take her tonight.

But it seemed he only intended to tease her mercilessly, rubbing the hot, bulbous head of his erection around and around her clit, sliding it through her labia but never entering her. His cock soon became shiny and wet with her moisture and the seed that seeped out of him.

"Stop tormenting me, Carth," Bastila cried, as he withdrew yet again when she tried to thrust her hips against him.

His voice was thick with desire when he answered. "Are you kidding? This is nothing compared to what you two are doing to me." His lips twisted in a pained but smug smile when she groaned and writhed as he slid the whole length of his cock through her dripping labia without penetrating her.

"I suppose you've been ignored enough, flyboy," Revan said as she watched their struggle with amusement.

"Damn right, woman," he groaned as he reached for her. Bastila tried not to feel disappointed.

Revan straddled Bastila, startling her as she shuffled up until her knees were on either side of her head. It was pretty clear what she wanted Bastila to do, though she wasn't sure how this was supposed to relieve Carth's frustration. Bastila had a small inkling of what he intended to do when he held still for Revan; the other woman began slathering the length of his cock with oil from a small glass bottle.

Carth growled as Revan stroked his cock with vigorous rubs, and finally lost patience. He swung her around and leaned down to lick the puckered opening, his tongue swirling around and in and around, again and again.

Then he coated his hands with the same oil and pushed his fingers into Revan, twisting deeply until Revan cried out. Bastila's eyes widened when he guided himself to that oily entrance.

Bastila had an extremely close view of his large dangling scrotum as he slowly pushed into Revan from behind. Bastila could feel him with her fingers through the thin wall inside Revan. She reached up with one hand and cupped his balls, brushing through the short hair that covered them with her thumb. His groan vibrated from his chest to his testicles and into her hand.

The knees on either side of Bastila's head clenched as Revan struggled to take Carth in. Bastila heard his low moan when she felt Revan's muscles clench, not only on Bastila's fingers, but apparently also on the soldier's most sensitive part. Bastila decided not to let him intimidate her--even though his size did cause a frisson of apprehension to prickle her spine. She redoubled her efforts, suckling Revan's clit and plunging her fingers deep within her until they pressed against Carth's flesh on the other side.

Revan's hair fell down, lashing at Bastila's face as she tossed her head under their attentions. Carth began to thrust into Revan with short strokes as he slid deeper into her. Bastila's eyes were riveted to the ring of muscle that clenched around his cock, his heavy balls escaping her fingers and slapping against her labia. Pain chased pleasure chased pain on Carth's contorted features, though from Bastila's angle of view, mostly she just saw his chin.

Soon the room rang with their groans and cries as Carth slid out and thrust back into Revan faster, deeper. His body slammed against her again and again with powerful strokes, his hands firmly bracing Revan's hips against the force of the impacts. Then he froze, suddenly stopping after he buried himself within her to his testicles. It was not long before he came, his pelvis jerking and his scrotum bouncing.

With a loud shout of mingled triumph and passion, Revan orgasmed again, clamping Bastila's fingers inside her as she shook from Carth's punishing thrusts.

"Force, my knees are shaking," Carth muttered as he drew in deep breaths of air, then eased himself out of Revan and collapsed onto the edge of the bed. Seed dripped down his oily cock and balls, and spilled out of Revan's bottom.

Eagerly Bastila lapped up Carth's come as it dribbled down between Revan's labia, and tried to decide what she made of its salty tang. It tasted odd, mixed with the oil. A sudden image of his enormous cock pouring come into her mouth leapt into Bastila's mind, electrifying the aching need between her legs.

Only Revan's trembling arms kept her upright on top of Bastila, her breasts heaving with her panting. With some worry, Bastila set aside the fantasy and parted the curtain of her black hair, trying to read the expression on her face.

Revan opened her eyes and saw Bastila staring at her. Her lips curved in a slow smile. "You always were a quick study." She pushed herself off Bastila and curled up against her, sandwiching her between Revan and Carth.

Carth finally mustered the energy to wobble to the 'fresher. When he returned, he was clean once more. Bastila admired the play of his nude muscular form as he moved to rejoin them on the bed.

He yawned, and seemed surprised. "Hell, I must be getting old."

"It must be contagious, then, for I, too, feel quite tired," Bastila said.

"Well, just because we offered you a feast doesn't mean you have to gorge yourself on the first course," Revan murmured. "There's always tomorrow."

Carth pulled the sheets up and over the three of them and snugged himself up against Bastila's other side. "Trust you to make a food metaphor."

Revan grinned, then waved her hand at the lights; the room dimmed. "I won't say 'good night', since it's still morning on Bellassa--so I guess I'll just say... 'sweet dreams'."

Bastila looked at the two heads snuggled in next to her, one on either side. I have never slept the night with a lover before. The few Jedi knights who had been with her had snuck into her room by prearrangement, to fumble clumsily in the dark, striving to attain a satisfaction--a bonding--that was disapproved of... if not forbidden.

And then they had crept guiltily back to their own quarters, leaving Bastila alone, for fear of discovery--of Jedi disapproval. Leaving her to wonder if what she wanted was truly that wrong, that Force shattering.

Leaving her alone.

Now she was swathed in and surrounded by their warm bodies, one soft, the other hard, the heady brew of clean sweat, musk and sex on the sheets. Bastila had no need of a Force vision to tell her that tonight her repose would be the most peaceful in months.