Title: Wild

Author: Ziggy

Series: In the Instinct universe, takes place somewhere between the heavy action of Instinct and the epilogue

Rating: NC-17

Feedback: Please

Archive: Sure

Disclaimer: I don’t own SW, that’s Lucas’ privelege...I’d like to think that the concept of Primal!Qui, PURRING!Obi, and the whole Dagobah primorteal thing was my idea...

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Your sigh leaves your lips, a frustrated exhalation. IT has been one month since Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan took you as a mate, and although you are pleased with your new life, something is constantly bothering you.

It isn’t that you miss your old life as a naturalist; you are more satisfied living among this simple tribe than you ever were with your research. It isn’t even that you miss modern conveniences - the adoration you receive from your mates more than makes up for any annoyances you might find with a primitive lifestyle. Maybe it’s that you’re not quite sure you fit in, not because of the obvious reasons, but something more elusive...

All of the members of the tribe have a feral part to them, and even though you don’t share their genetics, you have been told by Adi that it is more of a spiritual aspect, a way of letting go and diving into your primal self. So far you haven’t come close to finding yours.

Your movements seem choppy, harsh, and mechanical compared to the women of the tribe; they seem to have some ethereal light inside them that you cannot obtain. You have been told it’s all a matter of letting go but you just can’t manage to achieve it, like the entire tribe has some secret you are doomed never to share.

You look out of the cave’s entrance. The velvet blanket of night is jus now starting to cover the sky. Stars sparkle like the movements of the river you know so well. Insects begin to sing and animals begin their nighttime activities, whether it be prowling or being stalked. It is the part of the month where the forest closest to the village is safe and people of the tribe go out to revel and celebrate. You should be out there with the people, with your mates, but inferiority and fear keep you in the cave. You glare out at the night which seems to laugh at you because you are not a part of it, a part of the wild.

“You can be, you know,” a soft, feminine voice says in answer to your thoughts as a dark head peers over the top of the ladder at your cave’s entrance. You smile bitterly at Adi as she pulls herself into the dwelling. “You have to want it, to crave it with your whole being,” she adds.

“I do!” you protest, vaguely dismayed at your whining tone. “I do, but it won’t happen! I’m not one of you!”

“All women are born wild, no matter what their blood is! It is our heritage, the thing that binds all women together. You cannot hide from your calling...you should not be afraid of it,” she says, her harsh tone dwindling to a sympathetic mrmur.

“But what if-”

“No, you must not think of the future...at this time there is only now, only this moment that demands you to live it,” Adi informs you, glowering at your shocked face as you realize she is naked.

“When we celebrate our wild nature, we become a part of it. We lose any inhibitions that might keep us from our true selves. You should not be ashamed of your body or your soul.”

“I’m not!” you stammer automatically.

“But you are! You don’t want to do something wrong or feel something wrong so you don’t do or feel anything at all! You lock yourself up here while your mates are in the forest, missing you. They want to share this gift with you, but you have to want it, you have to show your true self.” You nod, knowing that she’s right. Too long you have triednot to get in the way, not to do something wrong, by doing nothing, by hiding.

“I want it,” you whisper, your entire body thirsting for your female heritage. “What must I do?” you ask, forcing yourself to be bold, to dare to take the next step.

“You must let it in,” Adi tells you, her tone softening. “You must listen with animal ears, smell with your hunter’s nose, and welcome the feral spirit of the wild female into you...If men are like hunting cats, then we are like wolves...quick, intuitive, playful yet ready to fight. It waits for you,” she whispers, pointing outside to the forest which starts to seem like a living entity to your eyes. “Let it in,” is the only other advise she gives you before descending the ladder and disappearing into the forest.

You stare after her, trying to see the unseen, trying to call to you the feralness that you long to have embrace you with its furry arms and tail.

/Help me/ you think almost silently to the trees and the undergrowth. /Help me find you/ you whisper mentally to the darkness and the smell of the earth. A breeze blows playfully round you as if to say /Let me in, my child, resist me no longer./ It is as if you have pointed wolf ears, for you begin to hear the words of the insects’ melodies. /Let me in, my daughter./

A thousand smells seem to fill your nose at once - the leaves, the ground, every living thing in the forest, even the stars and sky have a distinct smell. Your own smell mingles with the wild cocktail and you see that you are already a part of it. Now you need to let it become a part of you.

You let your apprehensions fall away, you let your worries drift on the wind. Closing your eyes you take a deep breath and when you open them you can see every movement of the grass, you can feel the life that pulses in the forest and your heart starts to beat in the same rhythm. Something in you stirs, and suddenly a primal essence long forgotten surges through your veins. You tremble as you watch the moonlight stroke the trees and the forest floor. You can sense everything at once, as if you are now a piece of it.

As quickly as the sensations caress you you start to feel the hunger to be out among the others, to be out in the forest, to be out in the wild. Without hesitation, obeying only the voice your animal instincts, you quickly discard your clothes in the cave and head for the trees.

Your cock your head to listen to the breeze, letting its whispers tell you where to go. Silently you tread on the soft earth, letting your eyes search the many trees and passing forms of the others in the tribe. Past the undergrowth, past the river until you just barely see a glint of wet skin behind the leaves. You quietly look from behind a bush and feel your skin quiver in anticipation as you see Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, wet from swimming in the stream, reclining in the soft grass, enjoying the moonbeams that rain down from above the forest canopy. You can almost feel their disappointment that you aren’t there and you smile craftily before slowly crawling towards them through the tall grass, unexpected and undetected.

That is, undetected until you bound between Qui-Gon’s spread legs, grip his testicles in both hands, and plunge your mouth over his penis. His response is a mixture of shock and passion - his mind was focused on the stars and river, not the area around him.

“Cubling!” he gasps as you suck his member, massaging his testicles, fighting a grin as you watch him writhe on the ground, his breaths needy pants.

“You decided to join us!” Obi says gleefully, nuzzling your bare back with his cheek. Your hands move to gently scratch over the older man’s thighs while you take more and more of his throbbing member into your mouth. His head shakes madly and his large hands bury themselves in your hair as you work your mouth and throat around him. He roars aloud suddenly, his hips shooting up as he explodes in your mouth. You purr as you drink his seed, looking straight into his eyes through the curtain of lust that separates you. He’s still breathing hard when you slowly release him, bathing his organ with your tongue before climbing up to nuzzle against his chest. His arms enfold you and you snuggle closer.

“It is good you finally found your wild self,” is the only somber thing he says before his eyes begin to glint madly.

“I’m in the mood to hunt, aren’t you, Obi-Wan? he rumbles, never moving his eyes from you.

“More than anything,” Obi purrs and you slowly crawl off QUi’s chest and back away, a sly smile playing across your lips.

“And when we catch our prey, we will ravage,” Qui breathes, and it is all the encouragement you need. Like lightning you leap to your feet and bound deeper into the forest, brazen, musical laughter the only trail you leave them. You don’t look behind you, you know you won’t see them; they’re skilled hunters and know you well. But you won’t be caught without a merry chase, first. The moonlight filters through the trees and dances on your bare skin as you glide between trees, trusting the call of the forest that leads you. Across the shallow part of the stream and into the trees you run, the brush not getting a chance to touch you as you move, your feet barely padding against the ground.

You follow the silent singing of the trees until you arrive in a small clearing made up of tall grasses and unfamiliar-looking trees and plants. Yet, no harm radiates from it...if nothing else, it is welcoming.

You yelp as a body suddenly collides with yours, knocking you to the ground. You growl at Obi’s laughter and try to roll him off of you, but he isn’t going to budge. Frustrated by his gleeful face you struggle to free yourself and gasp as Qui plunks himself at your side, holding your arms still as Obi pins your legs.

“Oh Cubling, this is one time you /want/ to be caught, and it’s the perfect place for it, too,” Qui-Gon rumbles, his eyes glistening with secrecy. Before you can ask, his hungry mouth is on yours, his tongue seeking every part of your mouth. You barely notice Obi-Wan crawling uip your body to press long swipes of his mouth and tongue over your neck before taking your earlobe in his mouth. You moan, and taking the cue Qui moves his lips to your neck as his great paws engulf your breasts. You arch up into them, panting faintly. It’s obvious they’ve been thought-talking because as one they suddenly lower their heads to your waiting breasts. The torture is exquisite. Their tongues barely touch you at first, flicking and circling your rosy nipples before with a shared growl they begin to suckle as much of your breasts into their mouths as possible. You groan loudly as you are pressed deeper into the grass that tickles your backside, your hands tangling in their hair. Obi raises his eyes as his teeth tug at your nipple, his hand suddenly wandering south. You whimper as he begins to stroke you and Qui momentarily stopsthe frantic licking of your other breast.

“Obi-Wan, no,” he growls, giving you a look when you start to interrupt. “Your hands are too rough for our precious cubling...pleasure her instead with your mouth,” he adds and your jaw slackens as he goes back to tending to both breasts now. Obi’s statement is blissful as he slides down your body and spreads your legs. You frown from your haze as you try to move your legs and can’t. They’re using their strange mind powers on you, not that you have much of an objection. You shrieks reach the moon as Obi’s face presses between your legs, his tongue knowing just where to go. His tongue flicks over your netherlips before he forms a tight seal over you with his whole mouth. You writhe underneath them as Obi’s tongue spears you, his lips massaging your clit expertly as Qui alternates the hot suction of his mouth between breasts. You grasp franticly at the tall grass, your cries animalistic. You’d be their prey any day; they could eat you alive for all you’d care and in the back of your mind, you suppose they are.

You explode suddenly, gushing fluid that Obi licks up in long sweeps of his tongue. You see stars for many moments until you return to the present.

“You will do that many times tonight, cubling,” Qui rumbles in your ear before breaking off a plant by your head. He displays it before your eyes and you see that it is like a giant foxtail plant with a thick stem. The older man smiles and runs the soft, bristly end over your breasts , then hands it to Obi who drags it down your middle, an impish grin lighting his features. “It is a bushtail plant , used by our tribe in these celebratory outings...” is all Qui will say before his mouth is sucking the air out of your lungs, his hands pawing again at your breasts. Your tongue tangles with his and all you can think of is how good he tastes. Your eyes go wide at the soft, soft tickling sensation at your clitoris and Qui is kind enough to release you so you can see what’s going on. Obi smiles innocently as he continues to work the plant over your jewel, robbing you of breath and speech. Your head falls to the ground when he slowly, carefully slides the bushy end into you and begins to fuck you with it.

“That’s it, my cubling...just feel how good it is,” Obi purrs, thrusting the plant deeper inside you. The combination of its length and the soft, ticklish hairs that continuously stimulate your inner walls sends your hips bucking, your cries increasing in volume. You’re begging continuously to replace the plant with his own organ. His eyes darkened with desire, he withdraws the now-glistening plant and slowly slides into you. You both sigh at the goodness of it all. His eyes shine with unspoken emotion as he leans down to kiss you senseless as he begins to thrust. He wastes no time, angling his hips and finding the spot of fire deep within you. You growl his name and he purrs in appreciation, his hands stroking your breasts and jewel until you both explode in hunting cat snarls and wolf howls, his seed soaking your insides and you tongue bathing his chest.

You stay that way as he softens, kissing and stroking each other in postcoital haze. You look over smile as you notice Qui watching, stroking himself from time to time. You crawl over to him and sit in his lap, kissing him deeply. When your lips part he barely brushes his mouth against yours, and smiles.

“Come, cubling, I want to show you something,” he breathes and you stand, and taking his hand follow him to a strange-looking tree a few feet away from Obi-Wan. Its trunk seems to shimmer in the moonlight and you look to Qui for an explanation. Smiling, he raises your hand and runs it down the trunk. You gasp upon feeling short little hairs whisper against your palm and when draw your hand away you see the glistening of tree sap and your hand is tingling.

“The sap from the xarl tree stimulates what it touches,” Qui says simply, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms round your waist. “I’m so glad we’re finally able to share this with you,” he whispers in between pressing kisses against your cheek, jaw, and neck. You turn your head to accept a passionate, mind-reeling kiss from him, and moan as he enters your from behind, pressing your front against the trunk of the tree. You gasp as the sap touches your nipples and clit, igniting an inferno in your core. Qui slowly begins to thrust, his tongue mimicking the lower movements in your mouth, his hands slowly rubbing your body against the tree. You can’t breathe and you don’t want to, all you want is more. Between Qui pleasuring your insides and the tree’s hairs and sap doing a very good job on your outer parts, you’re in the stratosphere. Qui-Gon shouts as he explodes in you, sending you flying in your own orgasm. Sparks pop in your skin and you’re able to see the lust of the moment in front of your eyes.

When you come to you’re in Qui-Gon’s arms, being bathed gently in the stream. You nuzzle each other and Obi-Wan, playfully splashing and soaking all of you before returning to the cave. Once there you wrap each other in furs and collapse in a pile of arms and legs, a tangle of bodies as you drift into a sated sleep. You breathe deeply the scent of your mates’ skin and move closer into the warm bodies. Qui-Gon mumbles something and sleepily runs his hands over you while Obi drowsily kisses your shoulder. You smile, and glimpse the bright moon one last time before losing yourself in much-needed slumber.

The End