I'd heard stories of the Chosen One, my entire lifetime. The one who would bring balance to the Force, whether that be for the Sith or the Jedi was unclear. Anakin was so brave and beautiful, I knew I couldn't hold my feelings back for him. I knew I loved him. I loved his resilience and his courage. I didn't want him becoming a Sith to harden his heart. In fact, I wished the opposite. He was free to do as he pleased and take what he wanted as a dark lord of the Sith. I was so attracted to his power—I only wished he would want and take me. I knew it was stupid of me to think he could love me after it was now evident to him I was the last pawn of his descent to the Dark Side. I admit, I felt guilty for stripping his innocence, but once I saw him walk back through my door after he had killed every Jedi in the Temple did I realize that this was the only way we could ever be together. A Sith and a Jedi could never fall in love. Two Jedi's could never fall in love. But two Siths…they could fall in love. And I was bound and determined to make Anakin—Darth Vader—love me.

"I need rest." He said as he sunk back into the chair in front of the fireplace. I stood behind him and began to rub on his back and shoulders.

"I know, Ani. I can't imagine how you must be feeling. You're so brave. What you've done tonight was no doubt taxing on the body and mind."

He sighed.

"You know, the act I committed tonight, I originally would have thought of as terrible…Slaughtering like animals all those who trusted me. Even all the younglings. But now, I feel as if I've done them a great service. The Jedi has blinded them—made them narrow-minded sheep that will not act or think for themselves. I feel like I've relieved them of their imprisonment." He looked up at me bewildered almost.

"Yes of course. They'd thank you if they only could."

"I can be all powerful. I can do whatever I want. Take whatever I want.

I walked around to face him.

"Yes, you can."

He stood up and placed his hands on my hips.

"Anything I want…" he whispered seductively.

"Anything." I gasped.

Before he was able to second guess himself, I pushed his head down to greet mine. I dreamed so long of the kiss that was now on both of our lips and now it was finally a reality. A reality I wasn't about to let go after just one kiss.

I could feel the passion and possessiveness swell up inside him as he picked me up and shoved me against a wall. All of his built up emotions over the years came tumbling out of him all at once. All his fear. All his despair. All his hatred. All his anger. All of it being taken out on me and I didn't mind one bit.

Suddenly, he pulled back from me.

"I—I don't know what I'm doing." He said defeatedly.

"For the first time in your life, you can act on your passion. What is it you want to do?" I asked.

"Well, I want to…" he cut himself short. "I'm unsure how to…"

"Anakin, shut up. Come here." I lead him to the soft rug in front of my fireplace. We were kneeling in front of the mantle. "Do you want me?" I whispered.

"Desperately. This is some sort of perverse punishment for denying myself for so long."

I took his hands and guided them up my body.

"Feel me under your fingertips. Feel my heart beat faster and faster. Feel my stomach rise and fall with every breath. Feel me tremble inside."

He smiled impishly and looked up at the ceiling.

"Forgive her, for she knows not what she does."

He pushed me down onto the rug, strattled me, and started to remove his tunic. Imagine my excitement as I watched his muscles move in this simple act. With his torso bare, I basked in his glory. Not a single hair was upon his tanned chest and his stomach was so perfectly toned from years of extensive Jedi training. He glistened with sweat and perfection. It was then that he gently laid on top of me and began to kiss me—my mouth, my shoulders, my neck. His kiss was so deep and passionate yet ravenous all the same. I couldn't help but moan in pleasure. My fingers ran through his curly brown hair and trailed down his back as he rhythmically rocked his hips back and forth against me.

His hands glided up my sides, to my breasts and my neck from where he roughly tore open the modest collar to my robes and began to savagely kiss my collarbones and breasts. He fondled my face and slid two of his long fingers into my mouth which I graciously sucked on as it was my primal instinct. It was then he moved his other hand up my thigh and began to tease me for what seemed like an eternity, moving his fingers just along the outside edge of my underwear all the while still attending to my mouth, neck, and breasts. I recall it was just after I had gone to kiss his neck just as he had done to mine that he moaned. His voice was masculine and sublime. Orgasmic in itself. I felt myself become even more increasingly aroused between my legs at the sound of his raspy moan. He took notice of this and slipped a finger inside my underwear and began to play with me there. I shivered under his touch. He teased the outside of my vagina, running his fingers up and down the opening, making me become increasingly aroused still. Then, finally, he slipped a finger inside me.

Now at this, my eyes popped open and I gasped a single "Oh!" He looked up at me, his once blue eyes now yellow as he whispered "Shh…" Suddenly, I felt a pressure around my throat. But both of his hands were elsewhere. He was using the Force to choke me! Never in a million years would I have thought I would have enjoyed being Force Choked. Yet here I was, dripping because of it. His movements were rough, yet gentle as well—like a wave in the ocean. He eventually removed his finger from me and moved it to his mouth where he inserted it and his middle finger so his tongue could enswirl them. Afterwards, he came back to my nether regions and inserted both of his now saliva coated fingers. I jumped at the feeling of two fingers now inside me. He laughed very sultry and continued to pleasure me. Throughout all of this, I could feel him becoming increasingly harder inside his pants. I began to feel guilty for not giving him as much pleasure as he was giving me. I removed my hands from his shoulders and worked my way down to his pants which I began to unbutton. I admit, I was a bit frightened as to what I would find. He had to be above average just looking at his overall size. He was the Chosen One. Of course the Universe would have been exceptionally kind to him!

After I unhooked his pants and slid down his zipper, he somehow managed to get out of his pants entirely without hardly missing a beat in his over all rhythm. And there we were. I was left with feeling his throbbing penis inside his underwear still against my lower thigh. I was thinking to myself, "He's going to tear me apart!" He must've felt me tighten around him at the thought as he removed his fingers and then moved his hands down to himself to remove his underwear. I didn't want to look at his sex out of my own embarrassment, but I did anyway. He had to be seven inches at the very least with no exaggeration at all and the girth to match. I held my breath as I felt the warmth of his bare manhood on the outside of my vagina. He gently grinded me, moving his hips back and forth and side to side—rubbing his pubic bone against my clit. I thought I was going to burst in ecstasy and he hadn't even entered me.

I don't know what came over me—between the superior sex I now knew he was capable of giving me and the deep voiced sighs and moans he emitted, I couldn't handle his teasing anymore. I only said what felt natural to say and that was a quiet but exasperated moan:

"Oh, Anakin! Fuck me! Fuck me now!"

The physical pain I was sure to endure was in no way as powerful as the emotional frustration of him being that close to me and still not connecting at that carnal level. With a sigh, he dutifully obeyed my command, slowly inching his way into me.

I gasped at the slight pain. The choking sensation around my neck became stronger as I found myself struggling to breathe. He went slow and not once did he put himself before me—making sure I could feel the pleasure he was experiencing.

After a while, I did start to feel the pleasure of him going all in and I would become frustrated with him when he would just tease me with the tip. When he knew I was enjoying his full length, he began to speed up his thrusts and we tossed and turned in the bed—our hair and bodies laced with the sweat that helped his slide along each other like the animals we were. Throughout all of this, his lips hardly ever left my body and his hands were always determined to bring me pleasure—rubbing my breasts, running though my hair, down my face…Every time I tried to enter his mind using the Force, he would do something extraordinarily pleasurable so I couldn't focus on the Force and instead focused on the pleasure he was giving me. He was extremely focused and in complete control of my body and his.

For the first time in my life, I felt like I was giving another person the ultimate pleasure experience. I felt like I could take on the world with him by my side. I felt complete. I felt ecstasy. I felt wild and natural human desire. During all these thoughts, I could feel him becoming stiff inside me. He was going to come inside me. My internal temperature rose at the wonderful sensation and the worry of what this could do to our lives. I'd never let anyone come close to doing such a thing inside me, yet with Anakin, I wanted to feel that rush no matter what the cost. My whole body began to stiffen up and I instinctively rose my hips to the ceiling. At this, he reached for my face, looked me in the eyes with an intensely dominating glare and commanded:

"Come."

Just like that, all the tension I'd built up released in an orgasmic flow and my entire body shook. I moaned in pleasure, "Oh, fuck…Ani…" My whole body went numb. Shortly afterwards, the pressure around my neck vanished. He moaned louder than he ever had before and I felt his sex relax as my nether regions experienced a massive surge of warmth. He let out a heavy but pleasant sigh, removed himself from me, and gently laid back down on top of me, breathing heavily. He laid his head down sleepily on my chest for a few moments while I stroked his wet hair. He eventually rolled off me and propped his head up with his hands laced behind his neck. A smile of conquering formed on his face.