In a manner of speaking...

"Here we are," Rey chirped proudly, slapping the side of the large piece of machinery taking up a corner of the yard, "one T14 Hyperdrive, good as new! Better, even; I gave it a tune-up to run faster while it was sitting here, so you should be able to get where you're going even faster once this baby's in." Qui-Gon's brow quirked in surprise, doubtless wondering how a girl working on a backwater planet like Tatooine could possibly have improved on such a high-tech piece of equipment. "I see," he murmured, and Rey suddenly felt like she was being scrutinised and inspected by invisible eyes. "Well then," the man continued, apparently satisfied that she was telling the truth, "I suppose that such improvements have upped the price considerably?"

Rey smiled. "Well, you can pay for the Hyperdrive with credits," she purred, "but you've got to pay for my upgrades with something else - well, two things. Deal?" Qui-Gon's expression flickered between arousal and concern as she batted her eyes at him and practically grabbed the lust filling the pair with her power. The girl's legs began to quiver as her eyes glazed over again and her gaze settled once again on Rey's chest. "Fine," Qui-Gon eventually replied, "name your conditions."

"Well," Rey purred, stepping in close enough to the older man that her breasts were lightly squashed up against his chest, "first off, you can tell me why you haven't blown your load in your pants like every other man that looks at me." Without warning, she dropped into a deep squat with her legs spread wide, before leaning in and nuzzling her cheek against the bulge running down one leg of his pants. "And while you're doing that," she continued in a breathy voice, "you can let me get a taste of the stars-damned turbolaser you've got in those pants."

The hand that settled on her head was all the warning she got before it tightened in her hair and pulled her away from his crotch. She reached out and grabbed the waist of his pants as he loosened his belt with the other hand, but some invisible **** kept them up despite her best efforts. "A Jedi is not so easily led, Rey," Qui-Gon admonished her, "nor does he indulge every perverse whim of sluts like you. The **** requires training and discipline to use effectively, both of which your rather amateur attempts to manipulate our lusts lack."

Jedi? ****? "Jedi are real? I thought those were just spacers' tales," Rey confessed, eyes still locked on Qui-Gon's bulge - now clearly straining the material of his pants with its hardness, "you're saying all those stories are true?" Somehow, she knew the man was smiling down at her. "Many of them, yes," he replied. Suddenly, the invisible forc- no, the **** stopped resisting her attempts to pull down his pants and, with a rustle of cloth, his cock sprang free in front of her. All she could do for a moment was stare, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, at the veiny, throbbing, rock-hard beast of a dick now visible to her. By the stars, she thought dazedly, dumbstruck by the idea that a human could ever have a cock this big, it's got to be the size of my forearm...

"Bigger," Qui-Gon corrected her, seeming to sense her disbelief, and Rey had **** but to believe him as the pulsing shaft in front of her gave and extra-hard throb and swelled even more. "F-Fucking monstercock," she murmured in awe, before she reached up and wrapping her hands around it - and then shivered and felt her pussy start to drip as she realised she couldn't encircle it with one hand alone. "Are all Jedi men this fucking hung," she asked, looking up at Qui-Gon's serene face with an expression of mad lust and disbelief. "Properly trained ones, yes," he replied, "and properly trained Jedi women are the best endowed in the galaxy. Now, suck."

Rey was halfway down his cock before she even realised what she was doing, drooling and spluttering around him. She was surprised to feel him already part of the way into her throat - not that half of his cock was more than enough to fill her mouth, but that she could even take it. "Stay calm," Qui-Gon spoke, like he could feel her disbelief, "I told you that you were capable of touching the ****. Through the ****, all things are possible." Even swallowing sixteen inches of wrist-thick fuckmeat, Rey finished in the privacy of her own head. "Feel it surround you," the Jedi continued, "feel it permeate you. The **** connects all living things, feel its currents and read its patterns, let it guide you in what you do."

It was like a whole new world was unfolding around Rey as she gulped down more and more of Qui-Gon's cock. She could see Mos Espa around her through the walls and without her eyes - or rather, she could see its lust. Back-alley quickies, cantina gloryholes, shameless streetwalkers selling themselves, her own mother being railed by two dozen men in various combinations. It was everywhere, and it was wonderful. Her gag reflex may have been long-since trained out of her, but she made a show of **** and gargling on his dick as something told her how he liked his sluts to suck. She slammed her head back and forth, alternately mashing her lips against his crotch and hacking up drool and throatslime around the fat head in her mouth. Spit frothed and bubbled at the corners of her mouth, her vision became tinged with darkness as her every infrequent gulp of air went into maintaining her punishing pace. She felt something welling up inside of her, some sort of warm, comforting glow that billowed up from her core and consumed her as she hilted Qui-Gon in her throat and squirted like a broken moisture vaporator all over the dusty ground.

She wasn't sure how long she stayed that way, basking in this beautiful new sensation as she went balls-deep on this wonderful, glorious slab of throat-stretching, jaw-creaking, bitch-breaking dick. At some point, she realised that she wasn't breathing, and didn't care. Slowly, she rose from her blissful stupor to the sound of speech and the familiar sensation of hot, thick cum splashing into her stomach. "-as a potential unlike anything on record. She connected to the **** incredibly deeply on her first conscious attempt." A pause. "You can see her body, you know the implications for her power. Even if I'm wrong, she should still be brought to the Temple for testing." A pause, and a sigh of relief and frustration. "Thank you. We'll make all haste to reach you."

With the nastiest sound she'd ever made - and wasn't that a feat - Rey pressed her palms against Qui-Gon's thighs and pushed herself off of his cock. After a solid ten seconds of gagging and gargling, she gasped and gulped down a lungful of air as his cock popped free from her mouth. The girl immediately knelt beside Rey and began to lick and kiss at the layer of throat-juices and cum that coated Qui-Gon's cock, slurping and gulping the obscene mixture down like the finest meal. "That was a small taste of what the **** will allow you to do, if you are properly trained," Qui-Gon remarked as he pocketed a communicator. "Nothing small about it," Rey replied huskily, her throat raspy and delightfully sore from the experience, "what was that about a Temple?"

"Traditionally, those who can use the **** are brought to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant for a test of their potential and for training," he replied, threading a hand into the girl's hair as she worked, "and while you're older than our usual initiates, I sense great potential in you. If you consent, I would like to bring you to Coruscant for testing." Rey's mind was awhirl. Leaving Tatooine? Travelling all the way to the capital of the Republic? It seemed too good to be true - even more so when she factored in the cosmic power that she supposedly possessed. But... she had felt it and seen it, this power. And there'll be so much cock, a base, instinctual part of her whispered. Yes, there would be - cocks more numerous, virile and exotic than anything she could get on her knees in Mos Espa. She smiled and looked Qui-Gon in the eyes.

"Only if you bring my mother along."

"I don't think that will be much of an issue," the Jedi - a real life Jedi - replied after a moment, "will it, Padme?" The girl, Padme, backed off of his cock with a wet smack of her lips. "I think," she panted, trying to keep her focus on the question, "that the queen will be happy to oblige, Master Jedi."