Heya! Back again! This time writing Star Wars and this is going to be an alternate version where the tables are turned on the master… Hohoho… Also including smut with Anakin and Padmé. Happy Reading and Please Review!
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Darkness surrounded him, stroking his cheek and the seams of his blackened Jedi robes. His eyes glowed golden with hate and his sabre was splattered with crimson red blood. Youngling blood… Pledged toward the dark side, torn away from the light forevermore…
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" came the scream of a young man, a scar above his right eye.
Anakin had just woken from another dark filled nightmare. He had seen his wife, Padmé die before his master Obi-Wan Kenobi, giving up the fight with their child.
"Come to me, Anakin Skywalker… You can't let them kill me can you… Because you need me to save Padmé, to defy death itself." Palpatine's voice echoed through the Jedi's head.
'I must save him – to save Padmé. Even if that means stopping Master Windu at all costs.' Anakin thought deeply. 'But first…'
"Ani? Are you okay? I thought I heard you scream. Another nightmare?" a young brunette woman, questioned inquisitively.
Anakin just nodded and gently pulled his wife toward the bed. Lustfully, he ripped Padmé's clothing to shreds and leapt onto the bed beside her.
Padmé responded with a lust filled kiss, attacking his muscles which were lightly sweating. She felt his arousal bulge around her labia, turning the forbidden couple on.
"Ohhh, Ani…" Padmé groaned into her hubbie's mouth as he entered her slowly.
She was reaching her climax, as was he, their orgasms swelling above each other – competing for control.
Padmé screamed out her orgasm, whereas Anakin stopped immediately, thinking his wife was in danger. Clutching her tightly and snarling, he drew his lightsabre, igniting it forcefully, making her gasp in shock.
"Ani! What're you doing!" she gasped. The next thing she knew she was out cold.