Title: Blood Fever (Hallowe'en Fic, Oct 2000)

Author: Leiasky

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Q/F

Archive: If you choose. Please tell me first.

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Summary: Qui-Gon has escaped capture and has fallen ill. A mysterious woman restores him to health ……..

Disclaimer: Qui-Gon is copyright Lucasfilm Ltd. and is used without permission. No money is made. Written for fun.

Rain pelted him from every direction, stinging the bearded face. Overhanging branches slapped against the wet skin, marring the rugged features and creating bloody trails washed quickly away by the relentless downpour.

The jungle was dark and wet, footing was slick as he struggled to remain upright. Light pierced the blackness at his back, searching , but disappeared as he ducked beneath a large tree, taking what shelter could be gained from its large roots and branches. He leaned heavily against the bark, breathing deeply, struggling to catch what breath he could before he must begin again.

This was not a friendly world. One negotiator sent to bring about peace to a government that had no desire for such interference had been a bad call on the part of the Chancellor. It had been at the personal request of Valorum that Qui-Gon had agreed to the mission. Now the battered, bruised and exhausted Jedi wondered where he’d left his common sense.

The Jedi shivered violently in the darkness. The rain and the cold had frozen him to the bone. He’d been running for hours. His injuries had weakened him, and he still had no control over the Force due to the thin collar stretched tightly across his thick neck. Force collars were illegal in the Republic, but that had not stopped this government from incapacitating the Jedi and using one to keep him from escaping his bonds. The fleeing man had not had the time to attempt removal of the collar. He would wait until he could reach relative safety and then attempt to remove it.

Taking a deep breath, Qui-Gon pushed through the wet foliage, running in whatever direction would take him away from his enemies and the cruel and painful prison in which he had been rotting for the last standard week.

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The rain was relentless.

He was tired.

His bones ached.

He was cold.

He could barely stand.

The breeze was picking up, lifting his water-soaked hair. His limbs had begun to tingle, the first sign that his body was succumbing to nature’s unforgiving elements. His teeth chattered as he rubbed what warmth he could into his arms and shoulders. If he didn’t find shelter soon, he was going to freeze to death.

A small light flickered in the darkness and he stumbled towards it, praying silently that it was not a figment of his imagination.

As he reached the door, it opened with a loud creak, the light from the interior momentarily blinding. A raven-haired woman clad in long flowing skirts stood rooted in place and he fell unconscious at her feet.

He was delirious, tossing and turning, rumpling the thin sheet that covered his body. The fabric slipped to his waist, twisting tightly around his bare hips.

She watched him with dark eyes, a small smile turning the corners of her pale lips.

He was sick, that much was obvious. Wandering for hours in the chilling rain and injuries inflicted by hells know who had combined to elevate his body temperature and cause lapses in consciousness.

She knelt beside the hearth, carefully stirring the contents of a large kettle. The smell would have been disturbing to her guest had he been conscious. Turning to the small wooden table to her side, she gathered pinches of different herbs and scattered them around the boiling liquid. She stirred the contents slowly and with care, murmuring unintelligible words beneath her breath.

When the mixture was complete, she ladled the dark green liquid it into a wooden mug and moved to sit beside the unconscious Jedi.

Sliding one long, pale hand beneath his head, she tilted his neck and pressed lightly against parched lips. She poured a bit of the liquid down his throat, pinching his nose to ensure his body naturally swallowed the foul tasting potion.

He coughed, body trembling, dark liquid slipping from the corner of his mouth to disappear into the closely cropped beard.

She took a cloth and cleaned away the fluid, fingers tracing the thin line of his lips. The cloth lingered just a bit longer as the pads of her fingers brushed across his cheek.

His breathing was shallow but steady and she reached for another bowl of unknown contents. Long, pale fingers gathered the salve and began spreading it in slow circles across the new cuts and gashes littering his chest and abdomen. It had no scent and became transparent once rubbed into his body. She herself would not have been able to see it had she not known it was there to begin with.

She slid the coverlet to his ankles, searching for more nicks in his skin that needed care. A long, angry red gash puffed along his upper thigh and she rubbed the salve carefully into the infected cut. He stirred but didn’t wake, her delicate touch causing a momentary lurch in the flaccid member resting between the powerful set of thighs.

She smiled, staring at the stirring flesh with a gleam in her dark eyes.

Once finished, she replaced the sheet and settled into a nearby chair to watch him. Dark eyes lidded with curiosity and as much desire as she was able to feel.

Candlelight flickered across his body as she observed the muscles in his chest ripple with every breath. Evenly tanned skin covered his large form to where it disappeared beneath the dark sheet at his waist.

Her eyes skimmed across the large expanse of his chest, noting scars long healed, the strength that must lay beneath such a powerful and muscular frame. Large hands rested at his sides and she leaned forward to trace a long finger around his wrist and across the palm of saber callused skin.

She licked her lips, staring intently at the thin band of metal that encircled his neck. She knelt beside the bed and trailed a long, blood-red nail across his torso, memorizing every muscle that adorned the bronzed body.

Slowly, she leaned forward and pressed her cheek against his chest, listening to the steady thumping of his heart. She inhaled, breathing deeply of his musky, clearly male scent. She brushed her nose and cheek against his abdomen as a kitten would when searching its mother for milk.

Stomach muscles quivered at her touch and she smiled against his warm skin. He was healing well, her potions accelerating his body’s natural abilities.

A long, pink tongue darted out from between her lips to lick the tanned skin fluttering beneath her cheek.

He squirmed in his delirium, body trembling, muscles bunching and relaxing.

Chilled fingers slipped beneath the dark coverlet, searching, seeking. Long nails grazed across the dark curls at the juncture of his thighs, teasing, caressing, deliberately avoiding the large muscle that had awoken and now strained against the sheets.

Dark eyes danced, candlelight flickering in the dark depths as his shaft hardened, lengthened, pushing relentlessly against the sheets. She bent down and pressed a kiss to the material, feeling the heat radiate from the hardening muscle. Her mouth covered his length, blowing against the dark fabric, heating and enflaming the already pulsing erection.

He groaned deeply, head tossing to one side, lips parting as his breathing heightened.

She grinned and slowly lowered the sheet, baring the rest of his body to her burning gaze. His cock curled against his stomach and she licked her lips. Carefully, she parted his legs, and slid between them, one hand scraping through the nest of dark curls, the other grasping the base of his fully erect cock and squeezing gently.

Pale lips parted and a long pink tongue darted out to lick at the underside of his shaft, delicately tracing the prominent vein running from tip to base. She licked the pearly drops that pooled at the slit, rubbing a cold cheek against the raging heat. Slim, cold fingers grasped him tightly, stroking, caressing, the delicate touch driving him to the edge and keeping him there.

He whimpered, his eyes tightly closed, his fevered mind treating the sensations as an erotic dream. One large hand clutched at the bedclothes as the other quickly reached for the hard shaft, encircling it quickly and tugging the length with enough pressure to drive him to a quick climax.

Rigid nails traced his sac before cupping the firm balls in the palm of her hand and squeezing gently.

The motion earned a deep, guttural groan as his hips arched and his hand quickened its pace along the hard shaft.

She licked the soft head on each down stroke, tongue delving into the small slit.

His hips arched sharply, hand flying to her head, nearly driving his cock down the back of her throat in one motion.

She hollowed her cheeks and swallowed him causing his lips to fall open in a pained grunt. She created a new rhythm, one hand working the portion of his shaft not buried down her throat, the other working his sac, squeezing and caressing the rising and hardening flesh.

She felt his abdominal muscles tighten and tongued the underside of his shaft quickly, roughly bringing him to a long, hard climax. Hot liquid shot down the back of her throat and she swallowed quickly, his seed burning a trail down her tongue as she lapped him like a babe.

A low, guttural groan emanated from within his chest and she turned dark eyes to stare into his disillusioned transparent gaze. Their eyes connected, held, as she finished cleaning the now softening shaft. She crawled along his side, smiling, licking her lips as he continued to stare at her in disbelief.

"You are healing well." Her voice was low, but with a razor sharp edge that he dared not cross.

"Where am I?" he asked hoarsely.

"You are in my cottage." She poured a mug of potion and bade him to drink. "I found you nearly dead outside my door."

He coughed and made a disgusted face as he swallowed the warm liquid. "What *is* this? It tastes terrible."

"It is a mixture of herbs that will help accelerate healing," she smiled, dark eyes staring, penetrating, as if searching his soul.

He stared uncomfortably down at his bared body and coughed, reaching for the sheet to cover himself.

"Your body needed release." She answered his unspoken question softly, cocking her head to watch his every move with the eyes of a kowakian monkey lizard. "A side-effect of the healing potion, I'm afraid."

"Who are you?" he asked, eyes beginning to cross as the potion took its desired affect.

"I am called Sh'vati."

"Why am -" he took a deep breath, unable to clearly focus on his questions. "What did - " He was unable to concentrate and simply settled into the bedding, staring bewildered at the mysterious woman.

She stood and extended her hand over his forehead, slowly lowering it to cover his eyes. "Sleep."

"I don't…." he muttered, before the potion and her power overwhelmed his ability to resist and he sank into sated, exhausted darkness.

She slid into bed beside him, removing the coverlet he had replaced over his hips. "Beautiful. You are a good choice. My choice."

Long nails trailed along the muscles of his arms, creating intricate patterns along the skin before finally coming to rest upon the thin collar fastened tightly around his neck. "I believe I shall leave this until I have need of it no more."

She traced the line of his beard, pausing to examine slightly parted lips. Bending, she took one between her teeth and bit down, gently, testing his tolerance for pain. She dusted his cheeks, lips, nose, eyelids, with delicate kisses, before settling her lips at the base of his neck. She breathed deeply and then nuzzled the soft skin, sucking slowly along the tightly corded muscle. She bit down several times, causing his body to jerk in momentary pain. She moved the metal collar slightly, baring the join of his neck just above his collarbone to her hungry eyes. She pressed a deep kiss to the skin before widening her lips and baring two sharp, protruding fangs. She tested him, laving and sucking the soft skin before nuzzling like a kitten would its mother.

Cold fingers played with flattened nipples, caressing and coaxing them to inevitable hardness. She pulled and tugged at the risen flesh moments before her fangs sunk into the soft skin of his neck. She threw a leg over a muscled thigh and pressed herself against him, circling her hips.

A strangled moan slipped from his mouth and she opened dark eyes to stare at his face. She watched him silently, his face contorted tightly, neck arching involuntarily and eyes squeezed tightly shut. She sucked deeply, watching the myriad of emotions play across his unconscious features.

She rolled the warmth across her tongue before swallowing the life-sustaining heat. The energy in his blood was none like she had before tasted and she relished the sweetness, the tang as she swallowed his power. Her body trembled, fought baser instincts to suck him dry, take his life with her pleasure. But she had other uses for him and his magnificent body.

A few moments later, she drew away with a heavy sigh, the thin fangs disappearing within her mouth as if they had never been there. She quickly licked the droplets of blood that pooled along the tanned skin, swallowing them before they became cold and unpalatable.

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When he woke, she pressed the mug to his lips, forcing him to drink more of the unsavory warm liquid. Weak as he was, he could not refuse, and swallowed the foul tasting potion with little resistance.

He was unable to speak as she righted herself and began to disrobe. Unable to tear his gaze away from the pale skin bared before him, her long, flowing dresses floating languidly to the wooden floor. He stared as if in a trance as her pale body was revealed to him in the candlelight.

Her eyes traveled the length of his body, carefully watching the rise and fall of his chest, the accelerated breathing. His shaft stirred against his thigh, rising and lengthening beneath the coverlet.

He shifted, attempting to hide his betraying body, but her gaze pinned him to the bed as she lay beside him, arm propped beneath her head.

"Don’t resist." Her voice was low as she flattened her cold hand along his abdomen. "Let the healing power work its magic." Nimble fingers slid beneath the thin coverlet, delicately tracing the lengthening shaft.

"Please," He whispered. His hips involuntarily arched into her touch, and he whimpered when it was denied.

She licked at a tanned cheek, sweet breath cooling heated skin. She continued to stroke him, palm closing around the semi-hard shaft and drawing down its considerable length.

"Let it happen." She whispered, tongue tracing the shell of his ear. Her hand fell from behind her neck to weave between silver-specked locks, pulling gently at the stick-straight strands. Fingers expertly kneaded his scalp, relaxing him, arousing him, her touch firing his blood.

"No," he groaned. His body rejected his command and leaned into her caress, shaking from the restrained desire racing through his body.

"Yes," She breathed, lips sliding slowly across his beard, teeth biting gently at the skin beneath.

He said nothing as her mouth covered his, tongue probing, plunging, thrusting into the warm cavern before he could find the will to stop it. She pressed the length of her bare body against him, shivering from desire and the need to feed from this powerful man’s blood.

She lifted his cock and stroked quickly, drawing a startled gasp from his lips. Pressing her thigh against his sac, she trapped the rigid shaft between her body and his, grinning at the pained look shot her way from deeply clouded eyes.

She rolled her hips into him, crushing her arousal against the thick muscle. She whimpered against his lips, ensuring that he could feel her desire, her own wetness spreading across his thigh.

The groan was low but rumbled through his chest like a small quake. She stroked him with a firm but delicate hold, gathering the pearly drops spilling from the soft head and slicking them over the erect shaft.

"I can’t," he breathed, eyes squeezing shut in a vain effort to delay the inevitable end that was fast approaching. "Please."

"You can," she plundered his mouth with her tongue, whispering through heated breaths. "And you will." She increased her strokes, doubling then tripling the speed, causing his hips to jerk from the pressure.

He groaned deeply, hips arching, fists grasping a handful of bedding in a vain effort to hold off the exploding climax building in the base of his cock.

She kissed his jaw, his chin, before pressing her lips into the hollow of his throat, whispering unintelligible words against the skin.

Her words vibrated against his skin and combined with her strokes, made short work of his raging erection. He came with a long, low growl, hips arching sharply. Streams of warm liquid coated her hands, his chest, several drops landing in her waist-length raven hair. He fell against the bedding spent, exhausted, his body trembling from the force of his orgasm.

"And that is just the beginning, my dear Jedi."

She watched him with dark eyes as he sunk into exhausted oblivion, body relaxing, muscles loosening from their tight, tense coil. Her own body screamed for release, both from the erotic site beneath her, the grinding of her hips against his thigh and the craving for his warm blood to pass across her starving tongue. She would wait. When she took him for the final time, he would be aware. Fully aware and he would beg for the release.

Her own body trembled as she neared her climax. She arched her hips into his thigh, grinding the quivering bundle of nerves in a circular motion against the thick muscle. She puffed cold air against his ear and squeezed her eyes shut, coming with a quick tightening and release of pent up desire.

She nuzzled his neck, carefully avoiding the thin collar that kept his mind quiet and his power at bay. She licked her lips, spreading them wide to reveal pearly white fangs, ready to sink into the soft skin. She shook her head, dark hair flying into her eyes and across his chest. She resisted the urge to taste him, to sink her teeth into his flesh and drink his life away.

That would come later. For now, she would simply be content to watch him rest, regain his energy. He would need it. For the next time she took him, it would be forever.

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He woke with a start, jolting her out of her contented slumber. He attempted to move, to roll her weightless body off him, but was unable to shift her limbs from where they were thoroughly entangled with his own.

Long nails brushed across his chest, causing electric slivers to race straight into his groin. The flaccid member began to lengthen and harden from her delicate touch and he could do nothing but stare at her in wonder and awe.

"How are you doing this to me?" He whispered, capturing a cold hand within his much larger paw.

"The healing potion, as I told you, has a great many pleasurable side effects." Her breath was cold as she licked his cheek. "Am I that unattractive?"

"No," he answered quickly when she pulled away and slid out of the bed, baring her pale body to him in the candlelight. "Not at all. I am not used to…."

He was interrupted by a mug of steaming unsavory potion pressed to his lips.

"No more. Please." He resisted, tilting his head.

"This will be the last of it. You will be healed enough after this dose." She slid her hand behind his neck, bringing his lips to the steaming mug. "Drink."

"One last time," his eyes were clear, less clouded and she smiled.

"Yes, one last time."

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When he next awoke, his shaft was painfully hard and cupped in her soft hand.

She trailed fingertips down the long shaft, delicately touching, fondling his sac at the base then circling the soft head when she reached the tip..

His breathing quickened and she smiled at him, catching his heavily lidded gaze. She licked her pale lips, and pressed her breasts against his chest as she leaned over to whisper in his ear. "I want to feel this," she squeezed the shaft lightly, " buried deeply within me. I crave it," she licked the rim of his ear before suckling it between her lips, "and so do you."

"No, I.." he couldn't speak. Her hand worked him into a delirious frenzy, driving him to the edge and then withdrawing, causing him to grunt in frustration.

"What does it feel like?" She whispered against his neck, fangs jutting where he could not yet see them. She trailed them along the sensitive skin of his neck, jolting a response from between chapped lips.

"What?"

"Tell me," she whispered, her hand quickening it's pace down his rapidly thickening shaft. It was hot and heavy in her hands, filling with blood, life-giving, sweet life-blood.

"You…." he breathed, unable to form coherent words much less string together a few descriptive sentences.

She straddled him and rubbed the head of his swelling cock across her inner lips, gathering the moisture and spreading it along the soft tip. She massaged the length of his cock against her own swollen bundle, hips arching from the friction. "Perhaps the time for talking is later?" She breathed, positioning herself over his erect shaft and sinking quickly onto the engorged muscle.

Their cries of completion mingled and she swept raven-black hair out of her eyes as she rode him slowly, savoring every inch as it slid within her, cooing as it was removed by her undulating hops.

"Soft, tight, wet, secure," he grunted, hands flying to her hips, increasing the pace.

"That is what I feel like to you?" She asked with a smile, tilting her pelvis to exact a pained groan from his lips.

"Yes," he grunted.

"Good." She leaned over him, pressing a hard nipple to his lips.

He latched onto the hard nub and began to suck deeply, tongue laving the soft skin. He shifted between the two pale orbs of flesh, occasionally kneading them with a large hand before sliding back into the position he preferred them to be ; at her hips, pressing her tight wetness against his straining cock.

"Harder," she breathed above him, shoving her hips against him with all the strength she could muster.

In a sudden burst of strength, he flipped her onto her back, not breaking his rhythm, and balanced himself on his arms above her.

Possession and want blazed in his sapphire gaze and she hooked her legs around his backside as he began to thrust in earnest. Hard, steady, powerful thrusts echoed in the room, punctuated with guttural grunts emanating from deep within his core.

She lay beneath him, dark eyes heavily lidded with the pleasure he was inflicting on her body. She fought him, arching against his every thrust, driving him deeper.

He parted her legs and held them over his shoulders, watching with passion-riddled gaze, the joining of their bodies on each thrust. He teased by slipping out of her tight sheath, staring as his cockhead pressed against the moisture-ladden inner lips. Transparent blue eyes widened with glee as he thrust his full, thick length between those wet lips. He continued to watch his cock disappear within her swollen cleft, sweat dripping from his chin as he worked between her legs at a frenzied pace.

As suddenly as the strength appeared, it vanished, leaving him panting and grunting above her, supported only by trembling arms. He continued to thrust, hard and quick, struggling to force his body react to the incredible stimulation.

She trailed knife sharp nails down his torso, drawing blood and a strangled cry from his lips. She pushed him to his back , his arms wrapping around her hips so as not to break their connection, and switched positions. She rode him hard, reaching between them to stroke the base of his cock and the tightening sac below.

She trailed the pads of her fingers across his bloodied chest, bringing one to her lips and sucking deeply. Black eyes fluttered closed, her resistance to taste him failing as she rose and fell atop his cunt-splitting shaft. The taste of his sweet blood on her tongue increased the undeniable hunger.

He grunted below her, staring wide-eyed as she licked his blood from her finger. "Who are you?" he asked, breathless. She'd kept him teetering on the edge for too long his body was screaming for release.

"Your greatest fantasy," she whispered against his lips, tracing the thin line with the tip of her tongue. "And worst nightmare."

Sapphire eyes widened as she pulled away from his lips to reveal long, thin fangs. He bucked beneath her but she bent and quickly embedded the slivers into his neck and to suck the life out from his body.

He screamed, the ripping, the tearing of skin and blood vessels bursting beneath sharp fangs, threw him violently over the edge of his own climax. He filled her with burning heat, warming her cold body, spilling himself within her as his boiling blood passed across her lips and tongue.

The last words spilled from his lips, full of concern and fright. "What about my apprentice? I can’t…….. Can’t. Leave. Him."

She drank deeply, ignoring his question, weakening him until he could no longer speak but stare wide-eyed into the darkness.

He collapsed into the cushions, weak, breathing shallow, non-existent.

"Worry not, Jedi." She licked the drops of blood that escaped her tongue the first time. "He is a pure one. A lovely man. I have watched you raise him, watched how you look at one another." She laved and nuzzled his cold skin, breathing deeply at the slowly changing scent. "He will be your first. He will be your beginning."