This story starts four years following the events of ROTS. The major differences are: Padmé lives, Obi-Wan is dead, and Vader, who was still cut down and left to die by his "brother", still has his manhood.

This is rated M for adult…stuff as you'll immediately see, in Padmé's POV and unfortunately, I don't own Star Wars. And this takes place in the same alternate universe as my other story, The Honeymoon, just seven years later, and if you have't read that yet, you don't need to for this story to make sense.


Lady Vader: Ch. 1


Once we make it back home after the monthly Imperial Ball, I check on the kids to make sure they're asleep- they are, and I make my way into my bedroom, close the door behind me, lock it and step into the adjoining room.

Ani's already there, his meditation chamber open and his large, black armored form already sitting inside. I pad over to him, kick off my high heels and step closer, smiling at seeing his face and the way he undresses me with his eyes, the piercing blue quickly becoming a stormy gray.

He beckons me by tapping one of his massive thighs, and I step closer then. My dress rips off, making me yelp for a second then I fold my arms across my now bare chest, which I know only accentuates my breasts, something he could never get enough of. Men. "You promised-" he doesn't let me finish before I'm dragged closer still, and then his mouth wraps around one of my nipples and he starts sucking in vigor, my legs turn to jelly and give out under me and he effortlessly catches me with the Force and holds me there.

He uses the Force to ministrate my other one, pinching it between invisible fingers and a prosthetic finger slides between my thighs which is already slick.

Even before Mustafar, Ani always loved my breasts and sucking on them, while fingering me, getting me ready for him. Now, four years after Mustafar, we have already adjusted and found what we like- what works for the both of us.

His startling change of appearance didn't turn me off in the slightest. He might be different on the outside, even have a new name and remain mostly unknown to the galaxy, but he'll always be Ani.

My Ani.

Even if only here, in private.

Just like here I'm only Padmé, or to Ani, Angel, and not Lady Vader. And that'll never change.

Ani's talented tongue swirls around my nipple, alternating between the two, and his dry, chapped lips become moist from his saliva. He has two fingers inside me now and I hold onto his massively broad shoulders for support, even if I know he won't let me fall.

He still wears his armor, just his mask and helmet have been taken off. His cock, which thankfully remained fully intact, is still hiding under his codpiece and the armored pants he wears.

Reading my thoughts, I hear them move and he takes one of my hands and wraps it around the base of his cock which is just as long, thick and hard as it ever was. I smile and look down at it, feel it pulse in my hand and he pulls his face away from my breasts and releases me from his Force-hold, knowing exactly what I'm going to do before I do it.

He gasps as I fall to my knees between his thighs and start pumping his cock and lick around his plump, cut cockhead. The salty taste of his precum fills my tastebuds, and I moan and start sucking his cock like he was my breasts.

In vigor. His voice might even be different, but he still gasps and groans all the same. I bob my head, taking him deeper with every bob and soon it becomes too much for him, his cock throbs in my mouth and he pulls my hair back to keep him from cumming.

Satisfied, I stand up, smile, and straddle his massive thighs and rock my hips, the base of his cock and scrunched up balls tease my folds, which are drenching wet now and when he grunts my name, I take mercy on him- us, pull him down for a deep kiss and raise myself up and lower myself down onto his cock until I'm fully seated.

His eyes blaze in desire and this only makes my smile widen and I start to move, rocking and grinding my hips, raising myself up and lowering myself down on his long length, completely riding him and controlling it one hundred percent.

This has become our go-to, even if he can take me any which way he desires, only his mask and helmet can come off in here and this is really our only way to have sex without impeding his health- something he wouldn't care about, but I do.

If he dies, it won't be because he was fucking me til his last dying breath. That isn't something I want to live with, and something I won't live with. Not while he's under his Master's thumb, once we dispose of him and can do what we need to do without our children or my family coming into the Emperor's crosshairs, we will.

But not until then.

I shove him far from my mind, because if anything could kill a mood, it's well, him. And Ani helps, lowering his head to my breasts, sucking me back into his warm, wet mouth, rubbing circles around my clit with his prosthetic thumb and meeting me thrust for thrust, with a raise of his hips and it isn't longer than a few more thrusts-

"Ani!" I cry out, my pussy wrapping tightly around his bare cock as I cum and he quickly joins me, filling me in warm spurts of his seed. He stops teasing my clit, and moving his hips, but continues to suck and lick my nipple and hold me against him with a strong hand around my waist.

He rides out his orgasm, his cock beginning to soften inside me and he gently raises me and pulls himself out and tucks himself back in before lowering me back down to his thighs.

The two of us say nothing, no words need to be said and like I often do, I fall asleep in his strong arms.


Figured I'd make it short and sweet…

This story happens in the same alternate universe as my other story, The Honeymoon. This would be seven years following that story. I like writing Anidala/Vadmé stories and tried to make this as realistic as possible, while maintaining Vader having a cock because I love writing romance and though I could still write it without Vader having a cock, I like it this way better.

There's more backstory to explain these events but I won't delve into that. I'll just leave it at, there is an explanation for those slight changes, Obi-Wan being dead, Vader still having his manhood, and Padmé living.

I know that dying of a broken heart is a real thing, but I don't see Padmé giving up on her husband or her children, especially not when her last words were that there is still good in him. I know there are even theories about Palpatine having a hand in it, but if he did then he'd have to know where she is (right?), he may be powerful but not all powerful.

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