A/N: Thank you for the reviews! With that, please enjoy the wedding!
After a long month of tirelessly planning, the day had finally arrived. Senator Padmé Amidala, former Queen of Naboo was to be wed to Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith, Commander of all Imperial Forces. The venue they chose was absolutely divine, a massive courtyard in the midst of Theed, allowing for thousands of dignitaries, senators, military officials, and even the people of Naboo who wanted to witness their adoring former Queen get married. It was sure to be a day filled with wonder and romance, not to mention being the event of the damned century, maybe even millennia.
"Do you really think this dress looks alright, Dormé?", Padmé asked as she looked at herself in three mirrors, showing off the angle of her backless wedding gown. The tran of the dress was about the length of the dress itself, artfully decorated in white sea pearls that were from the depths of Naboo itself. Her long beaded fingerless elbow length gloves matching exquisitely with her dress. Her back length veil sat atop a large bun on her head, that trialed down in a single braid. Her neck and ears were adorned in the finest diamonds, the sparkles accenting her red lipstick. She looked like a damned work of art, an empress, and felt more like royalty than she ever did when she was Queen. It was simply breathtaking, and she secretly desired that Vader's mouth would drop open at the sight of her when she would walk down the aisle.
"Padmé, you look absolutely gorgeous, darling", Dormé said as she stood behind her friend. "That's the most beautiful dress I've ever seen, and you were born to wear it. Anakin is going to love it, I just know it." She made some adjustments to the veil and stepped back to admire the work of art before her, one that would be the talk of the galaxy for many months to come, which was better than talking about the damned war.
"Do you really think so, darling? I don't look foolish being so dressed up?", Padmé asked, secretly admiring herself in the mirror. She didn't think she looked foolish, she looked like the perfect bride to be presented to the perfect man of her dreams.
"Not at all, you look as you always should, like royalty", Dormé said with a white toothed smile. "I can only imagine what Anakin is going to think when he sees you, it'll be like something from a fairytale. Hell, your entire relationship has been like a fairytale, even the rougher spots. The two of you deserve for today to be the happiest day of your lives, and I'm sure that everyone else will agree."
Well, hopefully everyone. Her parents were here, but her mother had yet to visit her in the dressing room, probably fraught with anxiety over the ceremony that was to take place. Hell, they had barely said much to her at all over the last month, which pained her, but at least they had agreed to show up to the blasted ceremony, so there was that. They would probably come around, they just needed to see that Vader was nothing but wonderful to her, the only man to have ever made her feel happy. Dormé was right, their relationship had been something out of a fairytale, even with all the angst at the beginning, but with the angst came passionate love that could never be taken away from them, not by anyone.
Another highlight of the day was that the Emperor's staff had expressed his majesty's sincerest apologies that he wouldn't be able to attend the wedding due to a pressing matter. Good, whatever the hell it was he could stay as far away from her special day as possible. The man didn't deserve to see her wed Vader, no matter how self important he was. But no time to dwell on that, she had to get married and enjoy the largest celebration on Naboo since the Trade Federation had been defeated so long ago.
The planet was perfectly secured, with an entire fleet of warships in orbit and thousands of fighters patrolling the skies. Vader hadn't been joking around that there would be a massive honor guard, they nearly matched the number of guests and were comprised of officers in pristine uniforms and Stormtroopers armed to the fucking teeth with weapons in case the Rebellion or worse, the Jedi, decided to make a mockery of the day. There was no room for any silliness to occur, not today.
"And you won't tell me what Anakin is wearing?", Padmé questioned her friend. She had a horrid suspicion that whatever it was would be similar to the macabre attire he normally wore in public, but there wasn't much she could do about that now. She would marry him even if he was dressed blacker than a damned black hole.
"No, Padmé, I most certainly won't. All I'll say is that it is something that will be fitting to your dress and your station, as well as his", Dormé said with a cheeky laugh. "You should trust me more than to allow him to be dressed in anything but the best during the most special day in the galaxy."
Well, her handmaiden had never led her astray, and she trusted that she wouldn't do so now either. Maybe it would be for the best if she just shut her damned mouth and put her faith in her friend that everything would work out splendidly. Dormé had been instrumental in selecting this amazing wedding gown, so there was that.
"I do trust you, Dormé, you're the best friend a woman could ask for. I never would have been able to put any of this celebration together without your help", she said as her voice cracked. Dammit, don't get emotional, there's no time to fix makeup. She shook her head free of the tears that threatened to spill out of her eyes and focused on the joyfulness of the occasion.
"Now, now, Padmé, I've done all of this because you've been so good to me over the years, and I'm so kriffing happy that you're happy", Dormé said, quickly dabbing her own eyes with a handkerchief so her own makeup wouldn't run. She was dressed in a green pastel gown that reminded Padmé of the rolling grassy plains that were spread across the beautiful world. She looked like a damned sexy little number herself, which was good, she wanted her friend to feel special on a day like today. They couldn't have navigated all of the surmounting troubles they had experienced over the years without one another.
There was a knock at the door. "I'll see who it is", Dormé said quickly as she darted to the door to make certain that whoever dared to knock was truly someone that deserved to see Padmé before the ceremony began. It was, it was her mother.
"Mom!", Padmé exclaimed as she picked up her gown and hurried over to embrace Jobal with sincerity. "Thank you so much for being her today, mom, it's the greatest gift that you could've ever given me."
Jobal hugged her back fiercely before stepping back to take a long look at her daughter. "Oh, Padmé, you look so beautiful. I've never imagined that you would be wearing such a beautiful gown during your wedding. This makes me happy." The gown made her happy or the wedding in general? No, don't get into a terse conversation, just accept the praise and move on.
"Well, I can't believe that I'm in this beautiful gown either, but Dormé did a wonderful job in helping me select it", Padmé said, giving credit where it was due. "Besides, I have to look appropriate if I'm going to marry the man of my dreams anyway." She couldn't resist throwing that in, she had to make it clear that today was about her and Vader.
The soft expression on Jobal's face hardened just a bit. Dormé must have picked up on it and excused herself to go check on a few things, leaving the mother and daughter a moment to discuss whatever needed to be said, which made Padmé a little nervous. The last thing she wanted was to get into an argument the day of her wedding, that wouldn't do well at all.
"Padmé, my sweet daughter, I am happy that you're happy. I might not understand it all right now, but I will try, of that I can promise you", Jobal swore. "Just know that if you ever need anything, your father and I will be there for you, do you understand that?"
Well, that was better than Padmé had thought it would be. "Thank you, mother. I do appreciate those words, and yes, I know you and dad will always be there for me. But now it's Anakin's turn to be there for me, it's his time to take watch over me, and he will. I just know it. I've never met anyone like him, and he leaves me so breathless that it makes me dizzy at times. There's good and bad, but overall, he's a man that I will be proud to call husband. I know one day that you and dad will be proud to call him a son, even if today isn't the day. Do you understand that?", she asked.
Jobal's face softened again. "I do, my dear. I do. This will be a wonderful day and the entire family is here to support you, of that I can promise you."
That made Padmé smile brilliantly. Her fears were unfounded, her family was going to be loving and supportive, which made her elated. Absolutely elated.
"Now, I had better see myself out so I can get seated before the show starts, Padmé. Just know that I love you very much", Jobal said as she embraced her daughter and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"I love you too, mom", Padmé said as she blinked rapidly so her mascara wouldn't run. Damn, her emotions were all over the place, it was quite difficult to keep calm. She was nervous, but in a delightful way. Nothing about today would be sour, nothing.
Jobal left and Dormé came back in. "I suppose I'd better join everyone else out there as the maid of honor", she said. "It's going to be fabulous; I promise Padmé. Just keep your head up and get emotional after you exchange your vows. Then you can be an emotional mess!" She embraced her friend and kissed her on the cheek before darting out of the room to join Vader and company at the archway they were to be wed under. The sun was setting which would give the perfect backdrop over one of the seas that the courtyard overlooked. It was going to be the most wonderful sight for them to exchange their vows with one another, and she couldn't wait. She gave herself another look in the mirror and placed her veil across her face, nervous as hell, but excited.
She could faintly hear the full orchestra queuing up, which signaled that it was about time that she met her father so he could have the esteemed honor of walking his baby girl down the aisle, like she had always hoped for. This was going to be so wonderful; she was full of emotions.
Padmé grabbed her bouquet of red and white roses and carefully walked to where her father was standing. Ruwee was dressed in a simple black tunic and had an excited look on his face as soon as he saw her.
"Padmé, I've never seen you so beautiful in my life", he said as he wiped his eyes.
"Dad, don't you start crying, that'll make me cry", Padmé said as she blinked her eyes rapidly again to ward off any tears. "Thank you so much for doing me this honor, I can't explain to you how it makes me feel, other than I'm the luckiest daughter there ever was." Seriously, she did feel that way. Her father had never been an overtly protective man, but when he found out who Vader really was, he snapped into the role automatically. For him to be standing with her now, ready to give her away to a man that he obviously still didn't trust was telling of his absolute love and adoration for her.
Ruwee carefully embraced her. "Just know that you'll always be my little girl, no matter what happens. You're the shinning star in my life. I am so proud of you", he whispered.
"Thank you, daddy", Padmé said as she nearly squeezed the life out of her doting father. She wouldn't be the woman she was today without such a strong and generous man providing her an example to aspire to be one day.
Pooja walked in front of them with a big smile and a basket full of petals. "You look beautiful, aunt Padmé", she said.
"Thank you, darling. You're going to do a great job tonight, I just know it", Padmé said.
Suddenly, the orchestra picked up in volume and Padmé knew that the time had come. She was to walk down the aisle and become Lady Vader, or Missus Skywalker to those in private, at least for now. Her father offered her his arm and she took it, beaming a smile at him and they turned left out of the corridor and onto a red carpet, rolled out for what seemed like an eternity. Everyone stood and turned to look at her, and her smile only got even wider at the acknowledgement. There were gasps and whispers of how beautiful she looked, which made her blush underneath her makeup. She hadn't expected such praise, even though Dormé had promised it to her. Pooja was doing a fine job as the flower girl, keeping perfectly in step and sprinkling just the right amount of red and white petals in front of her.
At the end of the aisle, stood her lover. Her fiancé. Oh, my gods, even from this far away she could tell that he wasn't wearing a gods damned hood over his face. Dormé had done it, she had gotten the impossible man to dress appropriately at their wedding, what a fucking surprise. She had to focus to keep in step with the music so she wouldn't break ranks with her father and run up to Vader, just to smack a big kiss on his lips. What a man, her man.
Almost immediately, she picked up his bond and felt nothing but excitement and love, which nearly brought her to tears. There was no darkness, no internal chaos, just happy emotions that he was about to be wed to her. What a fucking marvelous display of emotions to be coming from him. She kept her brightest smile on her face, even with he floating holocameras, capturing the entire event to be broadcast live for the rest of the galaxy to see.
As she grew closer to Vader, she saw him sharply dressed in a black tunic and slacks, with a light blue sash over his shoulder and some form of military insignia at the top. Admiral Piett stood next to him as the best man. Good, he deserved someone that he trusted to be at his side during this most wonderful day.
The archway behind them looked magnificent, and the sunset was already turning the sky into wonderful shades of purple, orange, and red. It was absolutely breathtaking.
When she was within fifty feet of the stairs that led up to Vader, she noticed him with a full on smile splayed across his lips. Imagine that, not only had he forgone the macabre attire, but he was also smiling in front of the entire damned galaxy. He still had both of his lightsabers at his side, but she figured that was part of his uniform, and a sign of his knighthood.
The orchestral music became even louder as Padmé slowly ascended the steps to Vader, her father's grip on her arm tightening ever so slightly as his nerves were starting to show a bit, but that was only natural for a father who was about to give his last daughter away for another man to care for her. When they reached the top, Padmé faced Vader with a smile. Ruwee shook Vader's hand, and Vader gave him a slight bow of thanks for being present. Her father made his way down the steps to the front row where he sat next to Jobal and Padmé saw him wipe his eyes, but she focused on her lover's brilliantly azure eyes. She knew that once they began to mingle, they would return to their fiery golden, but for right now, at this very moment, he was giving his purest self to her.
The music played to its climax before ceasing and the officiator stepped forward.
"We are gathered here today to join a man and wife in a union that will outlast time itself. Their love apparent for all to see, but their hearts belonging to one another. Marriage is a beautiful thing, it is even more beautiful when it is honored and respected by all of those who bear witness to the union and will forever be memorialized as the most prestigious event that a person can be blessed with viewing. The galaxy is full of turmoil and chaos, but for tonight, there will be peace as Senator Padmé Naberrie Amidala, former Queen of Naboo, weds to Darth Vader, Lord of the Sith, and Commander of all Imperial Forces. This union shall strengthen the galaxy as it will strengthen their bond with one another, and that in itself is a blessing to us all."
What a damned fine speech, one that Padmé hoped everyone would take heed to, but even if they didn't, it was a reminder to her and Vader of what they were about to do and what it meant for the galaxy.
"Now, the couple has decided to exchange their vows simultaneously, so please a moment of silence while they swear themselves to one another."
They both took deep breaths and Vader gave her a wink.
"I promise, to honor and love you as my heart and soul, the very existence for my breath. The one who I will hold dear for the rest of my life, the one that I will share an eternal union with regardless of what may come in the future. My love for you will share its trials and tribulations, but we will remain strong together as one. Our families will become one, and we will have our own family to raise and cherish. Of this I swear my most sacred vow to you, that you always will know my love for you."
A single tear escaped the corner of Padmé's eye at the beauty of the words and the meaning behind them. They were perfect, meant for an undying love.
The officiator was clearly moved as he had to clear his throat. "Now you may exchange rings with one another."
Vader turned to Piett who provided the ring. He turned back to Padmé and gently took her delicate hand in his rough one. "With this ring, I give my heart and soul to you." He slipped it on her finger.
Padmé turned and accepted the ring from Dormé. She turned back to Vader and took his hand in hers. "With this ring, I give my heart and soul to you." She slipped it on his.
"Now that the vows and rings have been exchanged, I proclaim you both Lord and Lady Vader. Lord Vader, you may kiss your bride."
Vader's hands shook ever so slightly as he raised her veil behind her head and slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her in close for a delicate but passionate kiss. The crowd erupted in cheers and shouts of congratulations for one another, but neither of the couple could hear them. They were too focused on one another, on what they had just done. The taste of their lips and the beating of their hearts drowning out everything else. The love through their bond outshining the brightest stars in the galaxy, surely causing a ripple through the Force itself.
When they finally broke the kiss, they simply gazed into one another's eyes, smiling. They had finally done it, after all this time and uncertainty, they had proved to the galaxy that they were inseparable from one another. A true bride and groom, a couple that would never cease to exist.
Vader smirked and offered her his arm. She took it and the couple proceeded down the aisle with the orchestra picking back up into a jovial but royal piece that went perfectly with the celebration of the newly minted married couple. Flowers and rice were thrown over the couple as good luck as they proceeded down the aisle, with even Vader chuckling at the act. They finally made it to the building at the end of the aisle and turned down the corridor.
"Now, that wasn't as bad as you thought it was going to be, was it?", Padmé said as she looked into the eye of her husband.
"Not in the slightest", Vader said as he bent down to capture her lips in an even more fiery kiss, pulling her close as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Both cherishing the simplicity of the moment as they reveled in what had just occurred. Their marriage.
After they took some time strolling through the corridor, just being with one another, they made their way to the reception area where thousands of people were already partaking in the finest foods and drinks that the galaxy had to offer.
As they were about to enter the reception area, a naval officer stepped forward and with a commanding voice announced them both. "I present to you, Lord and Lady Vader."
Everyone stopped what they were doing to turn and applaud the couple as they strode out of the building, still arm in arm. The sight was impressive, the full orchestra had moved to take up a position and was serenating the event with joyful music. There were towers of champagne glasses, tables upon tables of delicacies from around the galaxy, the scent of thousands of flowers providing a sweet ambiance to the air. A gentle breeze carried through the area, taking the music around every square foot. It was truly a fairytale wedding.
Then, came the long process of weeding through the thousands of people wishing the new couple nothing but the best. Most, neither couple were aware of, but some of the more prominent officers and senators they were. Each with their own advice of what would make a successful marriage, which made the couple chuckle. Their relationship was far from the norm, but everyone's advice boiled down to trust and honesty above all else, which were good words of wisdom.
Vader snagged them both a glass of champagne and they managed to find themselves away from the hordes of people to a stone railing that overlooked the sea.
"To a successful marriage and all that comes with it", Vader said as he lifted his glass.
"I'll drink to that", Padmé replied as she clinked her glass against his. Both taking a moment to sip the fruity and bubbly beverage.
"I'm surprised we were able to find a little corner to ourselves for a few moments", Vader muttered. "It's nice to see such support, but even I have my limits."
"You and me both, darling", Padmé agreed with a chuckle. "I just can't believe that we're finally married. We've come a long way, you and I."
"With much farther to go", Vader promised.
There was no truer statement than that, there would be trials and tribulations as they dealt with the Emperor, the Rebellion, and the Jedi. All three seemingly wanting nothing more than to interfere with their lives, which was unfortunate, but just a part of them becoming one.
"Son"
Vader turned. "Mom!", he exclaimed as he hugged his mother and then looked around paranoid for holocameras. Thankfully, there were none. "I'm glad you came, but it's a little dangerous."
"I know, darling, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity. I just wanted to stop by and congratulate you both, especially you, daughter", Shmi said as she embraced Padmé. "I love you both and I look forward to seeing you soon."
"We love you too", they replied as Shmi disappeared into the crowd.
Padmé looked and saw Vader smiling fondly that his precious mother was able to witness their marriage. It brought tears to her eyes, knowing that the special woman was largely to thank for everything.
"We owe a tremendous debt of gratitude to her, Ani", she said as she quickly wiped her eyes.
"I know, Angel, we most certainly do", Vader replied. He turned to her and gave her another kiss, both taking the time to show even more love and affection towards one another after the emotional surprise.
"Well, I suppose we'd better go get the rest of the mingling over with", Padmé suggested. "There's something underneath this dress that I think you'll enjoy shredding off of me."
Vader groaned and pressed his forehead against hers. "Don't tease me, woman", he pleaded. "Or I'll carry you up to our room right now."
Padmé chuckled, knowing that he was being completely honest. "All in good time, husband", she promised.
They both took each other's hands and waded back into the throngs of people, again accepting congratulations and words of wisdom.
Suddenly, the orchestra ceased, and the conductor turned to face the crowd. "I believe it's time for the newly minted couple to share the first dance of the evening", he said as he gestured to the unoccupied dance floor.
That caught Padmé by surprise. She hadn't planned that there would be dancing.
"Come on, Angel, let's go have some fun", Vader said as he sat their champagne glasses down. "You remember that I told you I know how to ballroom dance."
That made Padmé smile. "I do, that's one of the first questions that I had asked you", she said remembering feeling foolish for asking such a question.
"Well, now it's time I made good on what I said", Vader replied as he took her hand and led her onto the dance floor.
The orchestra began playing a fast paced melody, and Padmé was surprised at how effortlessly Vader led her across the dance floor, ever mindful of his feet and the train of her dress. He hadn't been bullshitting her, he did know how to dance, and like a damned gentleman too. They continued their artful display of romance as the crowd gasped and applauded with every dip and every spin, until the melody ended with both coming together to give one another a sensual kiss, which drove the spectators wild.
They made their way off the dance floor, both pleased with the show they put on, and other couples took to the dance floor, spurred on by the couple's enthusiasm.
By this time, Padmé and Vader were beginning to become worn out, but they knew there was one more event that had to be performed before they could retire to their room for the evening. The cutting of the cake, and a grand cake it was. Padmé had never seen such a work of art before, it must have cost tens of thousands of credits to bake and decorate. It was white and covered with a berry sauce that looked damned splendid.
Vader gripped the knife like an artist which made Padmé want to smirk at just how skilled he was at carving things up with knives and lightsabers. A mere cake stood no chance against them. He sliced them a piece and handed her a fork. They delicately sliced into the fluffy cake and presented a bite for one another. Again, the crowd applauded.
"I think we've done our duty for the evening, my dear", Padmé whispered huskily into his ear.
Vader smirked. "I was hoping you'd say that. Let's commence to shredding", he said with an almost sinister chuckle.
They marched their way through the crowd with purpose, and the guests parted like the sea as if they knew their purpose and not to intervene. Good, Padmé didn't want them to find out Vader's aggressive nature if they attempted to get between one another. After such a spectacular wedding, they deserved some time alone to themselves, time that would be well spent.
They walked inside of the villa and took a lift to their room on the top floor. When they opened the door, they were surprised with flowers and a bottle of champagne with two glasses.
"Why don't you pour us a glass of champagne while I get ready for you, Ani", Padmé said as she trailed a hand down his arm.
Vader visibly gulped. "Whatever you say, Angel."
She quickly went into the master bedroom and began removing her heavy dress and veil, opting to leave her elbow length gloves on. She looked at herself in the mirror. Damn she looked good. A white backless teddy with matching stockings, and of course, her heels. She was about to make Vader feel like a very lucky man and she couldn't wait. She went and leaned against the door frame while Vader nervously paced in the common room.
"Ani", she said seductively. "It's time for the real celebration to get started."
He stopped his pacing and had to catch himself from dropping the champagne glasses as his jaw dropped at the beauty that was before him. He recovered his composure and stalked up to her, handing her a glass of champagne, clinking his against hers stared into one another's eyes. They took a drink and set the glasses down. There was no more need for anything else, just each other. Padmé lifted the sash over Vader's head and ripped open his tunic, exposing his bare chest.
Vader placed both hands on either side of the teddy and with one swift motion, it was ripped in two, causing Padmé to chuckle at her sudden nudity. She roughly undid the buckle to Vader's belt, dropping the lightsabers to the floor and he kicked out of his slacks and shoes, picking her up and carrying her to their bed.
He sat her down and Padmé moaned into his mouth as he began to kiss her savagely. She was never more excited for him than at this moment, the very moment they would officially consummate their marriage.
Their hands roamed each other, Padmé's fingernails lightly scratching his muscular back and his rough hands groping at whatever flesh he could get his hands on. Their moans through their kiss became louder, more passionate. There wasn't anything stopping them now, they were on their way to pure bliss.
Padmé gasped as Vader hoisted her up and tossed her on the bed, just to dive face first between her legs, greedily kissing and sucking her most sensitive of areas. She bucked her hips into his face and let loose a scream at the sudden stimulation, pinching her own breasts to add to the erotic feeling. He continued to lap at her, getting her nice and ready for him. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the hell out of the unexpected moment, he was having the best meal of his life and it was her. She felt her body respond in all the right ways to his sucks and licks, completely enthralled with the experience.
Her whimpers and moans filled the room. "Please, Ani", she begged, "just like that, I'm almost there."
His chuckle into her legs added to the sensation and she threw her head back and screamed out as the first wave of her peak crested, filling her with absolute pleasure. It was beyond divine; it was something out of her wildest imagination. Their bond through the Force only making the experience that much more pleasurable.
She felt herself coming down from her peak, but he didn't stop. Oh gods, why wasn't he stopping. He was going to take her there yet again, and she moaned at the overstimulation. Her breathing turned into sharp puffs as she gripped his hair and let out short cries of intense pleasure that threatened to make herself completely lost. That was probably the smug bastard's intentions, make her so damned breathless on their wedding night that she would never forget it.
The intensity of his kisses and licks increased and she again felt herself edging closer to her peak for the second time, this time she began bucking her hips wildly, screaming in wild pleasure, unable to take anymore as her brain was turned into absolute mush from the oxytocin that was being pumped into her body. "Oh, Ani!", she screamed as she felt the final wave of her peak crash into her like a tidal wave against a bed of jagged rocks.
Her legs collapsed and she just laid there for a moment, unable to move, barely able to breathe. Completely lost in a heavy fog. Once her mind came back to her, she looked down at him with a wicked grin. "I think someone has earned for the favor to be returned", she said slyly. She pulled him up and pushed him onto his back, kissing her way down to his member. She grabbed it in her hand, teasingly as he groaned. Then, without warning, she plunged him down her throat and began bobbing her head up and down on his member with gusto. His moans turned into sharp gasps and she knew that she had him exactly where she wanted him.
Padmé felt his hands on the back of her head, and she became motionless, allowing himself to thrust his hips into her, taking him all the way. His grunts and gasps grew more rapid, and her hands caressed his abdomen, her moans filling the air with more eroticism than he would be able to take. Soon enough, he was built firmly to his peak and she could feel him pulse inside of her mouth, greedily swallowing whatever she could as he cried out.
Once he was finished, she looked up at him and began pumping him furiously, getting him ready again almost immediately. Vader pulled her up to his level and rolled on top of her, entering her in one swift motion that caused them both to cry out. His strokes immediately became long and deep, and Padmé wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as he continued his onslaught against her core.
Vader's mouth came crashing down on hers as their tongues danced with one another, their moans muffled by the kiss. There were no words that could describe the pleasure and satisfaction that they both were feeling.
Feeling bold, she pushed him off her and climbed onto him, sinking herself down on him firmly. She began bounding up and down as he grasped her breasts possessively. She reached her hands up into her hair, flinging the pins out and shaking her long golden brown locks free, eager to give him a show that would drive him wild. It did, he began bucking his hips up into her without delay, and she screamed at the deepness of him inside of her.
"Ani, I'm going to cum again!", she cried out.
Vader moved his hands from her breasts to her hips and began lifting her up and down, slamming her onto his hips and she lost control. Her body began convulsing and she screamed like a wild animal, but he didn't stop. He kept forcefully thrusting her up and down so hard that she had to place her hands on his brawny chest to keep herself from collapsing on him.
"Padmé!", he roared as he came. She relished at the feeling of him pulsing inside of her, unable to take anymore. She collapsed onto his chest, choking out sobs of pleasure. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and kissed the top of her head, both completely overwhelmed at the intense lovemaking, the first since they were wed.
Everything was perfect. Everything was at peace.