Meet My Lightsaber

Padmé Amidala Naberrie Skywalker, dressed in a lace gown, sat before her vanity. She spritzed upon her peaches and cream skin her favorite fragrance, Eau de Naboo. Not only did it remind her of the wildflowers that grew upon her homeworld, it aroused the desires of her beloved one. The one she expected to visit her Coruscanti love nest that very evening.

The bedchamber was a-lit with candles, rose petals were strewn across the very expensive linens on her bed, and soft music hummed on the holoplayer. Suddenly, a noise startled her. She turned and there he stood in the doorway...tall, dressed in a dark Jedi uniform, his cape billowing dramatically behind him. It was Anakin, her smirky love god.

Padmé tossed back her chestnut tresses dramatically as she rose from the vanity. "Ani!" she exclaimed, running into his waiting embrace.

"In the flesh, my angel! I could smell your pricey and rare perfume from half a parsec away. It drew me here like a lust-crazed vine tiger!"

"Then, let me scratch between your ears..." Padmé breathed suggestively.

Anakin purred for several moments as his lady love scratched her knight between his perfect ears. Then he seized her in an all-consuming kiss that scorched hotter than Tatooine's suns at midday.

First Anakin removed his belt. Then he waved his hand, and his cloak, along with his tunic, flew off his body, leaving him clad only in his thigh-hugging breeches and boots.

That hard-sculpted chest! Those incredible biceps! Those taut thighs! Padmé's breathing quickened. She felt dizzy, faint. She needed Anakin to ravish her and ravish her now!!!

As though he read her mind, he growled and pounced upon her like a nexu in heat, both of them landing upon the bed.

"Be gentle, Ani," Padmé moaned. "My nightgown is expensive."

They petted and purred and growled upon the bed, discarding their remaining clothing little by little.

"I have you now," he growled before entering her royal chamber with his lightsaber. Together they soared to the heights of ecstacy. Padmé felt a power that was greater than any force in the galaxy. The power of love...the power of thighs.

"Squeeee!" she exclaimed.

Sated, they lay panting like tired banthas. "That was incredible, Ani," Padmé gasped.

"That's why they call me The Chosen One," he said with a rakish grin.