Anakin is present with the 501st above Orto Plutonia
Two Months Later
The Shelves were growing bare. Once these illustrious Plasteel containers housed many a nutrient bar, shipped in from all over the galaxy, Strawberry, Raspberry, Chocolate, and delight that one may so crave, coupled with healthy, nutritional sustenance. Ashoka however, didn't give a shit about any of that, she just needed one now.
It had been 3 days since the cupboards were emptied, by none other than the Tangerine Terror that was the plump bump forming beneath Ashoka's breasts, it had cravings that needed to be sated and for the last month, she had done so. But now she was failing, she was stuck in orbit without her precious rations.
"I would suck a dick for a Nutrio Bar right now." She moaned, hanging her head in defeat, and from behind called out a response.
"You and me both." Exclaimed Barriss, shirtless, panty-less, displaying her smooth, plump and glistening cunt into the cool air of the ship's private quarters.
She rested on a huge bed, forget the king, this was Emperor Sized, Enough to house over ten fully grown individuals side by side, the perfect Harem bed for Anakin and his maidens on the long, cold voyages to the rims, where he could take warm, tight voyages to their rims.
"Though frankly, I could take it all if I wasn't leaking like a Gammorean right now." The Mirialan slowly rolled onto her side, her bump on display as she oogled the bare ass of the Togruta across the room.
"Leaking?" The Horns perked up as she raised her head, glancing over her shoulder.
"Mhm, since this morning." Barriss lifted a hand, giving a light squeeze to her right breast, a small trickling jet launched from the dark olive teat, leaving a small trail of wet droplets along the bedsheets. "It ruined the sheets and my shirts..."
She hardly got three more words past her lips before Ashoka was upon her, arms pinned to her sides, knees pressed to her thighs, trapped on her back upon the bed as the Carnivorous Orange blur clamped her lips tight around the busty green breast and the swollen bud that poured.
And pour it did as Ashoka feasted upon her friend, suckling down Barriss' warm creamy milk as she finally found something to ease her cravings, just as Barriss found something to ease the pressure.
The Mirialan wrestles a hand free to dive between them, firmly grasping Ashoka's own Bouncing Breasts, giving an almost vengeful squeeze upon the teat, trying to milk her like an Uxibeast, however, no bounty was yet forthcoming.
"Oh, not yet it seems. Perhaps you require a little more coaxing."
Ahsoka let free a moaning giggle as she continued to slurp down Barriss' offering.
Luminara gazed through the viewport of the bridge, observing the frigid climate below, the churning winds, raging snowstorms and overall frosty vibes that could almost be felt up here in the far reaches of high orbit. Orto Plutona.
Next to her brayed a rather stern-faced Pantoran, dressed in a fine military uniform. He was lost in something of a rant, a call to arms, perhaps some political ideology. Luminara had long since drowned him out, instead, her thoughts rested upon Anakin and his mission below. Almost instinctively her hand rested against her stomach.
"-rightfully ours for the taking, and no invasive species can be allowed to threaten our sovereignty." Chi Cho exclaimed, turning his gaze upon the Jedi Master.
"Of course," Luminara responded, hardly having heard a word he had said, nearly on autopilot for the most part. "however, the mission will go smoother if Skywalker doesn't find himself planetside when that Storm arrives." She regarded the huge cyclonic pattern that ravaged the planet, of which several terminals and clones had made their remarks of its potential to disrupt the operation.
"Communications are already down, we can only hope they return soon or weather it out." The Pantoran sneered.
The Squad was gone, the whole Platoon had been scattered, Anakin limped along, trudging through the thick, deep snow, carrying the Senator over his shoulders. The blizzard was only just beginning. Without shelter, they would be dead in an hour.
But the force provides, and provide it did as Anakin stumbled upon an abandoned ice cave, a refuge from the wind and the snowfall raging outside. Even more fortunate, it had been abandoned, he took rest here, laying Riyo down upon the cold floor after managing to snap her clothing off from his own.
She was soaked, head to toe, her clothing drenched in several bloodstains and water. A bad time for the ice to crack and the young senator to be submerged beneath. Fortunately, her protector was on hand to drag her free and carry her freezing self to shelter.
"S- S- Sky-... -walker... I'm g- going to d- die aren't I..." She stuttered and stammered, frozen to the core as she shook and convulsed on the floor, huddling herself tight.
"Not on my watch Senator, we need to get you out of those wet clothes, and then heat you up." The Jedi responded, reaching down to try and free her arms and legs from her chest, almost fighting her at it as he began to unzip and unfasten her winter weather garb. "It's going to freeze you if we don't, you will die if you don't do as I say. Trust me, I am trained for this."
Finally, her arms give out, she no longer fights his attempts, offering a shakey nod, starting to help him pull the heavy insulated layers off her, stripping her down slowly to her underwear, exposing her bright, almost luminescent blue skin and damp, pink hair.
Skywalker tossed aside the soaked bundles, before reaching down to grasp upon her panties, sliding them free from her.
"S- Skywalker! Ar-! D- Do you have to?!" Riyo Chuchi exclaimed as he dragged the soaking wet, red-laced garments over her smooth, suckable blue toes.
"I'm afraid so, now we need to warm you up... we don't have the materials for a fire, so I will have to share my body heat with you." The Jedi regarded, climbing to his feet, beginning to strip himself.
"Y- you have t- t- to be k- kidding me!" Riyo squealed once again, gazing up at him stripping bare before her, a bright pink flush engulfing her face throughout the whole situation.
"It's my job to save your life, and I'll do that, with or without your permission Senator." Threatened the Jedi Knight, now fully bare before her, letting his cock hang free before her very eyes, even the cold did little to conceal Anakin's natural gifts as he descended upon her, grasping her by the wrists before hoisting her towards him, grasping her in a tight hug, nestling her hips down atop his own flaccid manhood, her bare pussy and his thick floppy meat sandwiched tight together, as he smushed her breasts against his abs.
She hardly got a word of protest out before Anakin's lips crashed into her own, enticing another squeal from the Pantoran and a few light slaps against his cheek before they settled, her grip grew tighter, her squeals dissolving to lustful moans as she seemed to lean more and more against him, enticed by the great warmth he provided.
Her deathly blue skin, perhaps so pigmented by the extreme cold almost clung to his pink flesh just as he broke the kiss. Without another word between them, he pushed her back, laying her down upon his own discarded coat as he pressed her down tight, grasping his thick shaft in his hand, and without care, concern or prep, he shoved it deep into her soaked, virgin cunt.
The cave echoed with her screams, moans, and eventual rude boasts and pleads for more of his magnificent cock, as Anakin began to warm her from within as much as without, pummeling her young, unsullied pussy into the hard-packed ice, dumping load after load of his potent, hot, warming cum deep into her womb, churning more deep into her plump purple-bruised asscheeks, echoing thick, meaty slaps in the air of the cave each time the Jedi's hips crashed against her bulbous rear, and soon feeding it down her throat in a just as brutal face fucking, brainfucking senseless as she became hooked on Jedi cock, one thrust at a time.
It was in this state that they found them, a recon squad of the 501st scouted into the cavern as the Storm outside began to subside. It had been three days since either was last seen and here they sat. Skywalker, reclining on a small icy throne, pillowed by the senator's own cold weather survival gear. The senator herself was too otherwise occupied to greet her saviours as her throat was bulging around Anakin's meaty cork, lodged deep between her lips.
He raised a hand to greet the party, just as his robotic grip clasped tight against the back of Riyo's head, forcing her down deep, causing a sharp gag to echo in the air as the audible unloading of warm, thick cum was swallowed deep, into a bulging almost pregnant looking belly, only to entice her bare ass to begin shaking as she pushed what seemed to be another arcing stream of Skywalker Splooge.
Their three days had not gone to waste.
It was then the Senator passed out, suffocating herself around the Skywalker Shaft before the Jedi quickly pushed her off, not wishing to kill his new pet so soon.
"I take it you found the signal?" He asked, beginning to fully redress himself, climbing to his feet and leaving behind the Sapphire Slut.
"Yes sir, we picked up the distress signal once the operation began, we awaited the fourth day as per your instructions." One clone barked out before gesturing to his men, and the unconscious, drooling senator.
"We are ready to evac on your order General."
Anakin smirked, glancing back at his new plaything as she was scooped up over the clone's shoulder. Her stomach pressed down firmly into the Clone's reinforced shoulder pad, enough pressure to cause her to begin drooling a steady stream of his past fillings from her lips, nose and even her ass once again. She was covered in so much cream, that one could mistake her for a pearl.
'Not a Pearl, but my 'Sapphire Slut'.' Anakin thought to himself. His mission seemed to be a resounding success. He looked back on his actions up until now.
Losing the holocron was a wake-up call. Anakin could not grow dependent upon tricks, gizmos and McGuffins to give him what he wants, he needs to be better, more deceptive, more cruel and calculated.
His mind was his, and unlike the Holocron, it could never be stolen away from him.
He knew the Storm was approaching.
It was by his order before they even landed to begin an engagement with the Talz.
It was by his order the party would split and leave him and the Senator defenceless
It was by his wave of a hand, that the ice cracked beneath the Senator's feet, drenching her in the deadly water.
And it was by his assertiveness and manipulation that he lured her into something truly intoxicating, after all, he has now had plenty of experience pleasing alien beauties.
And it was by his cunning and cruelty, that he orchestrated a deal with Chi Cho. A mission to begin hostilities with the Talz, allowing the Supreme Chairman to begin a campaign to exterminate the native beasts and pave better relations with both the Pantoran Assembly and the Jedi Knight.
His payment? A new taut piece of ass in his ever-growing harem.
"The report will state that Senator Riyo Chuchi met her demise in the crossfire of a failed diplomatic excursion to the Talz people." Chi Cho dictated to his Holorecorder and the Jedi in the room.
Luminara turned her gaze slowly to rest upon Anakin whose cold, steely gaze was focused upon the Chairman. Over the last few weeks, she has noticed a slight change within them, ever so little yellow specs had begun propping up within the confines of his Iris'.
"She will have a new identity, and you will have my assurance she will not cause you issues in the future Chairman," Anakin reassured the Pantoran Leader before turning his view to Lumiara, catching her stare which quickly snapped her back to focus.
"Y- yes Chairman, both of our assurances." She quickly blurted out, turning away from the Knight.
"I'm sure." He dryly remarked. "What you do with her is of course no concern of mine, and now our business is concluded, I shall take my leave back to the Assembly." And without so much as a 'goodbye', he took his leave.
Just as the auto-doors closed back with a sharp hiss, another sharper crack was heard as Anakin struck Luminara so suddenly with the back of his fleshy palm leaving a light blue mark upon her Olive Vistage.
"Save your longing, bedroom eyes and your cum-starved stares for when business is concluded Unduli... do I make myself clear?" He stepped close, leering over her as she began to shrink away, not daring to even lift a hand to caress her cheek.
"Y- yes Master." She whimpered, gaze focused on the floor, staring at his feet.
"I'm going to see Ahsoka, escort the Chairman to his ship, then report to my chambers." He turned, without so much as a glance over his shoulder as he stepped through the auto doors, leaving her behind.
He passed through several corridors and up a Turbolift before he finally stepped into his cold, military standard officer's quarters, however, he did not remember it being this Orange.
"MASTER!" Ahsoka cried out, entirely nude and leaking milk with every bounding step as she leapt high to wrap her arms around his shoulders, trying to press her lips against his own, which he rather graciously allowed, jabbing his smooth slender tongue deep into her tight Togrutan throat, grazing over her sharp, fanged teeth.
"Welcome back Master." Another voice purred beneath him. Breaking the kiss he glanced down to see an equally as nude, yet milk-less Barriss, nuzzling her face into his leather pants, concealing the thick bulge beneath.
"Girls, it's lovely to see you both once again. I have good news, you have a new playmate. You will be able to see her tomorrow after we work out her quarters." He relayed rather affectionately, albeit with the discipline and force of an order being barked. "In the meantime, get the cuffs and the whip ready, Luminara is in trouble."
The news that her former Master was to be punished once enticed a protective fear from Barriss, however now the mere thought that Luminara was to be degraded brought a wet, tingling joy to the Mirialan. The pleasurable idea of 'revenge' against someone she considered so stuck-up and strict.
'Good, the bitch deserves it.' She thought, unconsciously stuffing two fingers deep into her own dripping cunt. Ahsoka giggled, and Anakin smirked. They both knew the mere thought of punishing Luminara was enough to entice such arousal from Barriss, it was almost a little inside joke.
As they both left their master to begin fetching their equipment, Anakin made his way to a safe on the other side of the chambers. Typing in the combination, retinal scan, voice-print ID and handprint unlatched the door from the contraption, whereupon he was met with several Credit Boxes, a lightsaber and a Code-stick.
He pulled free the lightsaber, it was rather ornate, a gold-titanium alloy with a single refined Songsteel strip that ran the length of the weapon. He however did not care for the design, he admired something else, pulling aside a small latch, he could see the inner workings of the Hilt, the Crystal, the Power-bank, the Magnetic field resonator, and tucked deeper within, there with its deep red glare, and rusted black-steel shell. Was the Holocron.
He took a deep inhale, almost pressing his nose upon it, picking up a sweet, familiar trace. Ahsoka.
*'Such a good, loyal Padawan... her cunt is good for more than fucking. She smuggled this out and wasn't even tempted to use it against me. Is that delusion? Or love... who's to say, they are, after all, the same thing.'*
Well it has certainly been a while
No I'm not dead! Still alive and kicking, yes I know, I am a terrible uploader in terms of consistency
I have planned for a while now to begin wrapping this story up to allow me to be free to take the same concept to new era's of star wars, get into the Civil War, maybe tackle some Old Republic content, see where the Horny Holocron leads me.
As always, reviews are appreciated, feedback, ideas, concepts, I'm eager to hear all the good and the bad!