Disclaimer: Star Wars and all associated characters, plotlines, and worlds (good and bad) are property and copyright © of George Lucas (aka The Richest Man in Hollywood). This is purely for fan entertainment only.

So- that means this is rated MA for sexual content.

READ THIS FIRST: After careful consideration, I let the numbers do the talking, as to whether I was going to continue this scenario or not. And as of the time of writing it, there were 15 reviews of chapter 6 and only 3 of you said no. A number of you suggested to involve Obi-Wan or to change Anakin out with Obi-Wan, but unfortunately that wasn't the popular opinion, so Obi-Wan will have his own sort of fun in his own story. Those of you that said no- I would suggest not reading this chapter and picking up with chapter 8, as this will not be an ongoing thing. To the rest of you- enjoy! And let me know if I got it right or not- this is my first time writing any such thing.

Chapter 7

Anakin stared straight ahead at the two women, wondering if the lack of blood circulation to his brain was making him hear things. He gawked, not trusting his eyes or his ears. Was he going insane, or was he staring at a very willing and playful Padmé and handmaiden? And did they just invite him to kiss the two of them?

The two giggled, and his eyes wandered over their bodies, noting their clasped hands, the united front. Were they seeking to drive him mad? They waited for his approach, and he perused over them, his palms sweating. Who was he supposed to pick first? The red bustier was rather enticing with its cleavage, but yet the white gown was more subtly sexy, drawing him in with more of a mystery.

He decided to go with the mystery, and walked towards her, resting his moist palms on his tunic. He turned from one to the other, his throat dry from nervousness, yet the rest of his body screaming to take advantage of this situation. "What are the rules of this little game you're playing on me?" he hoped his voice did not crack.

Padmé spoke up again, turning to Sabé with a smile for her confirmation, "There are no rules." Was her throaty reply.

Anakin nodded slowly, bringing his hand up to bring Sabé's face closer to his own. Sabé's stomach knotted as his hand made contact with her skin, butterflies taking over. She could already tell the difference between his hand and Obi-Wan's. Anakin's was roughly calloused where he gripped his lightsaber, yet the rest of his hand was impossibly smooth, as if he used lotion regularly. She almost giggled, thinking of the uses the lotion would be for.

But that careless little thought led her to the object of that lotion, imagining that not only would his hand be soft, but his cock as well, if she was imagining properly. She kept herself from shuddering in delight at the thought. His lips came down about hers, hesitant and yet curious at first. She kissed him back and felt like melting as he applied more pressure, delving into her mouth with more of an exploration.

She whimpered as he drew her closer, his hand resting on the small of her back. She could tell, however, that he wanted to explore with his hand as much as he did his tongue. She parted her mouth more as he did- his hand finding the soft mounds of her breasts, gently kneading. She gently pushed her hips against him, falling into the passionate embrace.

At long last, he stepped back, his heated gaze falling on her face. He allowed himself a small smile, I've still got it. He had been struggling to regain control of the situation. He walked to Padmé, knowing it was the other's turn. His amorous mood dictated his moves, and he drew her more firmly to him at first, his hands tangling in her hair as he brought his lips down to devour hers.

Sabé had the suspicion that he already knew the difference between the two of them, but let it slide. She had thought after his exploration of her mouth she would be jealous of letting Padmé have her turn with her own lover, but she found watching the two of them almost equally as enjoyable. She imagined Anakin's hands twining through her own hair, and shuddered as she watched him tease his fingertips over the swell of her breasts peeking out from her bustier.

She gasped softly as she imagined Anakin was doing the same to her as he drifted his hand down her hip bone. Padmé was enjoying it immensely, she could tell, and Sabé enjoyed seeing the shivers and hearing her Lady moan. It was a curious pleasure.

Anakin finally let her go and stepped away once more. He looked at the two of them, confident that he had gained the upper hand. But Padmé had another idea in mind. She came to Sabé, leaned towards her ear, whispered, "Let's throw him for a loop." She grinned softly, stroked Sabé's hair from her face. "Kiss me." She said it loud enough for Anakin to hear.

Sabé grinned back, curious to see what it would do to Anakin. She twined her own hands through Padmé's hair, something she had always enjoyed. Padmé leaned in, delicately kissing Sabé. Padmé lightly moved her hands down Sabé's shoulders, marveling at the soft skin beneath her fingertips. For Anakin's benefit, she slipped her hands over Sabé's breasts, encouraged as she felt Sabé shudder.

Sabé grew bold herself, moving her hair out of Padmé's hair and down to Padmé's own heaving breasts. They could both hear Anakin's groans and Sabé used it as an incentive to continue her bold exploration. She carefully undid the laces of Padmé's bustier, the opposite of a task she had done many times before. She pulled the hard material out of the way, freeing twin peeks that had already hardened before they hit the colder air. Before she could move further, however, Anakin intervened, his hands on her own.

Padmé withdrew from their kiss to pull Anakin's hands to his side. "New rule." She murmured, waiting for him to draw his eyes up away from her bare breasts. "You do as we say." She instructed, still adopting her Senator voice.

Anakin groaned, begging with his eyes. Sabé melted, incapable of making Anakin wait too long without sensation of his own. "To the bedroom, Anakin" she commanded. The large bed in Padmé's bedroom would be large enough for the three of them to do whatever they wanted, and she was not sure when the other Handmaidens would come back.

Anakin nodded sullenly, watching them go to the bedroom before he moved, staring at the swinging hips and round bottoms. His groin tightened as he noticed the naked swell of ass underneath the red skirt of the bustier.

He waited for instructions, hoping his compliance would allow this dream to continue. One instructed him to sit, and the other told him to lie down, so he did both in turn, propping his head up to watch them.

They looked pointedly at him, and the white gowned Sabé began to finish undressing Padmé, kissing her while she unlaced the delicate laces of the bustier. She gently persuaded the bustier over Padmé's hips, her fingers stroking over bare hip and ass as she slowly pushed the garment to the floor.

Anakin thought he would pass out as Sabé's fingers gently glided over Padmé's thighs in the process, close to the hair between her thighs. But the sweet progression of pleasure was halted, and Padmé started revealing Sabé to Anakin as well. The little straps holding the gown up were quickly pushed off her arms, the gown painstakingly pulled over each individual curve.

Sabé tilted her head back, enjoying the gentle touch of her Lady, the luxury of Padmé acting as her Handmaiden for once, and the glorious heated glance of Anakin staring at every inch of skin Padmé so carefully revealed. Before moving the silky gown down Sabé's hips, Padmé cupped her hands around Sabé's pert breasts, glancing at Anakin to see his reaction. He was panting.

Sabé wiggled her hips to aid Padmé's removal of the gown and let it slide quickly down her hips, feeling it puddle at her feet. She stepped out of it, and moved to the edge of the bed. She waited for Padmé, who gestured for her to join on the bed. Padmé moved Anakin's leggings over his hips and removed his boots while Sabé worked at his tunic.

Anakin hesitantly moved his hands to Sabé's body and she nodded approval. She allowed herself little moans of appreciation as he caressed every inch of skin she would let him reach, his fingers tweaking over her nipples. She bent down to give him another kiss as Padmé took him into her mouth.

The warmth and sudden wetness around his member gave him a start and his kiss grew more passionate, his hands drawing to her butt and hips, tracing circles between her thighs and her hips. Padmé's suction grew faster and she took more of his erection and so Anakin responded by finding the wetness between Sabé's legs, stroking her. She gasped and moved her hips with his fingers, crying out as he found her clit.

Padmé suddenly stopped and drew Sabé's hips closer to Anakin's. She grasped Anakin's cock as Sabé lowered herself down onto him, guided by Padmé. He sunk inside her and they both gasped. Sabé relished the sensation of his hard erection within her before she started moving on top of him, grinding her clit into him.

Padmé moved to Anakin's face, first kissing him. But he had other plans, and maneuvered her hips to his lips, letting his tongue dance across the moisture pooling between her legs. His groans of pleasure had him add his fingers to pleasuring Padmé, fingers filling her and curling to stroke inside her.

Sabé continued until the pleasure seemed almost unbearable, waves of it flowing through her, like the tide coming in, breaking, retreating, then returning. She collapsed on top of Anakin, listening to his heart beat and Padmé's cries of delight as she let her own heart calm down.

"Let's trade." Padmé suggested, stroking Sabé's sweaty face gently.

Sabé nodded numbly, waiting for Padmé to settle down on Anakin, taking him inside her. She rocked until he started moaning again, then Padmé gestured for Sabé to let him pleasure her. "I don't know if I can." Sabé mused aloud.

Anakin put his hands around her hips, stroked her clit with his tongue, and murmured, "I could do this all day, but Padmé's about to make me cum if she keeps that pace up." Sabé forgot the momentary guilt at knowing Anakin knew the difference as each tongue stroke brought back the tidal waves of pleasure.

And Padmé kept up her tempo, riding Anakin to keep the pleasure rolling in for both of them. It did not last long, and Anakin grasped Sabé's legs as he climaxed, filling Padmé. "I am the luckiest man in the world." He murmured, drawing them both to him as he fell asleep.

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