*One Month Later*

The battle for Christophsis was short-lived in the grand scale of warfare, however, it was only one of the first engagements in a still youthful war. There were many more Christophsis' and Geinosis' to come.

Many troopers were lost, many bonds were broken, but many more were made, forged in the flames of combat these bonds would no doubt stand the test of time, till the end of the combatants days. The Clones would not soon forget.

Nor will the bonds of a Master and his new apprentice be broken any time soon... at least he hoped, the last thing Anakin wanted was Ahsoka to cry out so loudly in the council's meeting chamber, vacant, silent, save for the claps of their lovemaking, his young apprentice bouncing rapidly atop his lap, straddling him upon Master Kenobi's chair.

"Mrrrrrhhh!" Ahsoka cried out through muffled moans, her lips were clamped upon a thin white fabric, her underwear, currently stuffed in her mouth in both a desperate lesson of awareness and one of humiliation. Anakin made sure with his lessons that his Padawan was both confident, the ability to express herself still remained, while remaining subservient, ready to serve her master at his empty whim.

He hadn't required the use of his Holocron since their first time, evidently, his theory was correct, using the device to convince someone of a new truth helped them maintain such ideals.

"Fuck, Snips!" He growled out, tilting his head back into the rather comfy chair as her hips crashed against his own, feeling his climax once again pour deep within her, triggering her own quivering mess as she collapsed against him.

She clenched her arms around him, grinding their sensitive bodies together as she basked in the afterglow of their 'training session' Anakin however pushed against her, prying her hips from his as he then stands from the chair, redressing and reorganizing himself, leaving his Padawan dripping and soaked upon the floor, unable to even speak as he began to leave.

"I have work to attend to Ahsoka, clean up this mess then return to your own duties." He didn't even wait for a reply as he stepped into the elevator, tapping a button and zooming down from the tower.

The 501st had returned to Coruscant for resupply and reorganization, prepping for their next venture into deep space, liberation? Conquest? Humanitarian aid? They never knew just what their next assignment was, nor did they know when, all they could do was train, wait, train and wait.

Their new mission would not arrive for some time however, Kenobi was on the fringes of the Core worlds with the 212th, leaving Anakin and his troop ample time to recover and eventually relieve Kenobi of his deployment when their own time came.

His Journey from the temple was uneventful, save the occasional glance behind him, the feeling of a presence stalking him persisted during his journey, however at a time of war he regularly had this thought, never yet having much payoff.

He arrived home, stepping into the elevator and zooming off to his penthouse... his -wife's- penthouse to be specific, Padme wouldn't appreciate his claim of the building, such a claim would certainly raise inquisitive eyes towards the couple. But they were too well guarded a secret, as far as Anakin was concerned, his fellow Jedi had forgotten the mere existence of Senator Amidala.

The doors slid open, revealing his beautiful, bountiful... victim.

Aayla stood in the centre of the lounge, glaring towards Skywalker as he slowly stepped from the elevator, her breasts were noticeably larger, bulging against her sport's top, her hips too seemed thicker, stretching her poor leather leggings, overall she appeared much more all-around pregnant than their last encou-

'Oh shit' The realisation rang out in his head

"Aayla... what uh... what are you doing here?" He questioned, cautiously approaching the Twi'lek, eyes darting between her Lightsabers, then to her breasts, then quickly to her face, trying to shake her nude image from his head.

"I have assigned myself to the security council of the Jedi Order and will be running security for Senator Amidala from this day forward." She spat through clenched teeth, clearly not happy about the current situation.

"You look... uh... very-"

"Pregnant?" She interjected, sharply stepping forward, approaching him like a rolling hurricane "Gee I wonder why? Maybe I just ate a lot, fatty Twi'lek, right? No? Perhaps it's just the lighting? Or MAYBE it has something to do with YOU RAPING ME!"

Anakin tenses, briefly looking around the immediate area, however, his senses detected no one else within the building, no witnesses to hear her screaming, and none to potentially witness his 'solution' as his hand quietly drifted towards his Lightsaber under his robes.

"But... that's in the past now... I can't prove it, they'll think I fucked you if I tell them... so instead, I am here now, not as much surveillance on me now, so I can have your bastard without interference."

"Why not just get rid of it?"

"I couldn't live with it... as a Jedi, I swore to uphold the sanctity of innocent life... but you are far from innocent. I planned to kill you Anakin, but I realised that wouldn't fix me."

At her words he began to lower his hand from his Saber, slowly squinting his eyes as he becomes more and more curious as to her reasoning.

"You've tried to ruin my life, so I figure I'll find an opportunity to ruin yours... so I did a little digging, quite a lot truly, and a few well-placed friends, credits and a 'favour' or two... I found your wife." She lifted her arms, gesturing to the apartment around them.

"And before you begin speaking, here are the rules... you tell no-one of the incident, you tell no-one but your wife of the pregnancy, you vouch for me if the council become slightly suspicious about my total absence."

"And what do I get in return?" He slowly breaks into a grin, wagging his eyebrows to her.

"I don't end your marriage and subsequently report you to the council."

A threat, one with potential weight to it as well, she found his wife in a matter of weeks, should the council decide to accept her advice, how long would he have? An hour? Evidently, she wasn't bluffing.

'Kill her?' He pondered, curious if he could even take her in a one on one fight, she was a formidable fighter, perhaps better than him, however, her physical state may inhibit her.

'The holocron!' He concluded, resting his hand upon the device within his pocket, idly stroking it as a sly grin spread across his face.

'No...'

"I accept your terms." He concluded, nodding his head slowly with a light sigh, feigning defeat as he turned back towards the elevator.

"You're still her head of security, but I'm your boss now." She called after him as he left, and as soon as those doors closed, he broke out into a wide grin.

"You may be my boss now, but soon you'll be my bitch." He spoke aloud to himself, a plan hatching in the deep dark corners of his mind once more, another scheme, much like his bid to seduce his young Padawan, however this time he was tangling with a much more formidable foe.

'I'm going to seduce her too.' He concluded, wandering the path back into the temple. His journey across Coruscant was a quiet one, the perfect chance for him to consider this course of action. 'But why stop there?' He pondered, following the steps into the grand hall, passing his peers, toning out their occasional greets, neglecting their polite nods and ignoring the inquiries of the Padawans he would pass by. 'I have Padme, Ahsoka... I could have her too... Shaak Ti? Luminara? Galia? YADDL- oh by the force no...' He shuddered the thought as he turned towards the dormitories, wandering to his own quarters as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, whatever his plan was, it would have to wait until he had slept.

He opened the door to a muffled shriek, face to face with his Padawan, sat in a chair facing the door, clothes discarded upon the floor, one hand grasping firmly around a perky breast, the other keeping ahead of black hair pressed firmly down between her legs, evidently the shrieker as she tussles and struggles in Ahsoka's grasp, trying to escape the embarrassing position, wriggling her own bare behind towards the Knight at the door.

"Master! You've met Barriss haven't you?" Ahsoka grinned nervously, her wide-eyed gaze and slowly fading smile showing her increasing worry as she continued to struggle against the Mirialan trying to pry her tongue from the Togruta's dripping wet snatch. Anakin, however, could only notice that Barriss' own, green nethers were glistening with their own slickness, clearly, he had intruded.

But Anakin would be damned if he was going to let them stop, without a further second of hesitation he stepped inside, sealing the door shut behind him once again, the other hand unfastening his zipper, prying free his semi-erect shaft, shamelessly approaching the muffled Mirialan and kneeling down behind her, grasping her hips firmly with his cybernetic arm, the other guiding his thick meat between the tight alien folds, stretching her wide as he stuffs inch after inch further into the poor girls, virgin womanhood.

Barriss' muffled screaming continued, her struggling calmed, however, clearly Ahsoka's master was in on their forbidden activities, however the discomfort of his sudden penetration was hard to shake off, she instead focused her attention to the delve within Ahsoka's own tight orange pussy, lapping up her own flowing juices as they drip around her chin, slowly melting into her abuse from both ends, taking Master Anakin's cock from behind, while being smothered between the thighs of Ahsoka Tano.

Each thrust forward from Anakin, slapped firmly into the hips of Barriss, in turn pushing her face further against Ahsoka's dripping wet pussy, exciting a moan from all three of them, he lifted his hands away from her hips as his own continued to thrust against her of their own accord, beginning to undress himself the rest of the way, casting aside his robes and tunic, finally pulling his fully erect cock from her swollen lower lips, dripping with her juices as he cast aside his boots and pants, now joining them both in their nudeness.

Climbing quickly to his feet he leant forward to take each of the girls by their arms, shoving them towards his bed, his gaze briefly caught by a faint green glow upon the floor, the corner of his holocron was poking from a pocket of the robe.

'Like I'd need it now' He thought, and why would he, two beautiful Padawans were already crawling over each other upon his bed, engaged in a firey, passionate kiss as they exchange their tongues between their alien lips, Ahsoka sensing the taste of her own folds upon Barriss' tongue, letting out a sudden squeak against her lips as she feels Anakin's shaft slide itself between her thighs, filling her in one painless thrust, turning her head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of her Master, taking his two playthings upon his bed. Her eye instead catches a glimpse of the mysterious green glow, emanating from the pocket of his robes, her moans fade from her mouth as he continues pounding against her, causing him some mild concern, resulting in a sharp, painful strike against her rear, leaving a bright red handprint upon Ashoka's ass and causing a sudden scream to burst out against Barriss' green lips.

He didn't take much care for the noise they had created, he barely made any small talk as he used and abused his Padawan, his thoughts resting on the Mirialan making out with her, occasionally distracting him enough to pull his thick meat from his Padawan and swap the soaking wet rod between their pussies, fucking Barriss instead.

"Who wants it?" He finally groaned out as his cock slid deep between Barriss' thighs, pounding firmly into her warm snatch, both girls letting out sharp cries of 'Me, me, me!' But Anakin felt Ashoka had her fair share, poor Barriss was without any of his warm sticky love, remaining deep within her as he continued pounding, and pounding, finally pushing deep and with a loud growl he collapses atop Ahsoka's back, pressing her down into Barriss, trapping them both as he dumps his load deep into the Near-humans fertile womb, filling her within seconds as he spills out around his bed.

The three lay in a sweaty, sticky mess within the Chosen One's bed, exchanging gropes, kisses and loving after-thrusts, basking in the bliss of their three-way as they share a three-way kiss... just as the door shoots open.

"Offee, you're not answering yo-..." A voice comes from the door, falling silent as it happens upon the sight before it.

Jedi Master Luminara Unduli, Barriss Offee's Master was stood in shock and horror, eyes resting upon her student, tongue deep with Anakin Skywalker and Ahsoka Tano.

"Y-..." She stammered, her gaze drifting along the bed, spotting Anakin Skywalker was in fact balls deep inside her Padawan, his seed pouring from her.

"Master?!" the young Mirialan cries out as all three of the naked Jedi begin tussling and rolling from one another, trying to climb to their feet, Barriss desperately apologising, Ahsoka trying to conceal her nudity, Anakin? Anakin was diving for his robes, going for his Holocron unknown to Luminara.

"Skywalker! I have to report this!" She backed away, turning from the door to try and race from the door, finding herself suddenly unable to move as a voice rang from behind her.

"You will come inside and lock the door Luminara!" cried Anakin, the glow of the Holocron sparked brighter as the effect took over Luminara, slowly her body began acting upon its own, turning her back towards the threesome, slowly walking her back into the room and forcing her to seal it behind her once more.

"Skywalker... what in the name of the force are you doing?! What is that?!" Luminara protested, blinking horrified as her eyes darted from the Holocron to Anakin.

"This... this is your Master, I am the Master here Luminara... you won't report us to anyone." Anakin stammered out, heart racing as his eyes glanced towards Barriss and Ahsoka, Barriss was averting her eyes, either too embarrassed or scared of the situation to witness it, Ahsoka was offering him a curious gaze, however, eyes flicking between him and the Holocron.

"If I let you go Luminara, you'll report me... unless... Ahsoka, Barriss... strip her and restrain her." He lowered his arm, holding the Holocron by his side and almost immediately both girls began tearing the clothing away from the Jedi Master, shredding the fabric away as they revealed patch after patch of the green, Mirialan flesh. Anakin used the holocron to prevent a struggle from Luminara as both Padawans dragged her over to the bed, Ahsoka pinning an arm and a leg, Barriss pinning the other as they lay atop her.

"Master, I don't feel right about this... what are we doing?!" Ahsoka cries out, looking rather terrified as she looks up to him, watching him rest the Holocron atop a dresser.

"If she reports me, she'll report you and Barriss too... you'll both be expelled, do you want expelled Ahsoka?!" He spits back as he approaches the bed, trying his best to strike a startle into the Padawans.

They both exchanged worried glances, simultaneously answering.

"No!"

"Then I have to ruin Luminara's chances for credibility... they won't believe she had no part in it if she's pregnant..."

Instantly Luminara's eyes widened with horror as she began to lightly struggle against the Padawans, but the effects of the Holocron and the efforts of the girls were too much to overcome, she was at their mercy and plead for it she did, begging Anakin to release her, promising her silence.

"Girls, don't let me ruin the mood... I'm sure Master Luminara would appreciate some female attention in her time of vulnerability." Anakin grumbled out as he climbed onto the bed, hovering over Luminara as his soaking wet cock hovered above Luminara's crotch, her body was laden with Mirialan art, a series of tattoos extending from her cheeks, running down along her neck, spiralling around her breasts before trailing down towards her crotch, decorating her body like a canvas, one that very few have likely seen.

Ahsoka closed her eyes, letting free a sigh of discomfort, instead trying to focus on more pleasurable thoughts as she leant forward, pressing her lips suddenly against Luminara's, shoving her tongue deep within the grown Mirialan's maw, Barriss instead opted to wrap her lips around a dark green nipple, poking high into the cold air, suckling warmly upon her breasts, enticing very faint moans from the Master as she fights to resist their pleasure, finding herself quickly failing as she feels her legs spread wide, followed by her crotch as the Knight thrusts forward, plunging his shaft deep into her mature, emerald folds, filling her with a mixture of Barriss' and Ahsoka's sweet love juices, mixed with his warm seed still coating his cock.

Her struggles faded as the pleasure began to quickly conceal the protests, sending them to the recesses of her mind as she let out a soft groan against the Togruta's lips, her legs lightly coiling around Anakin's waist, wanting him to thrust deeper, and oblige her Anakin did. She wasn't as tight as Ahsoka or Barriss, but she felt much deeper, softer, able to take more of his cock without issue, but it seemed quite obvious to Anakin.

"This isn't your first time, is it you slut." He growled out as he grasped firmly around her thighs, pulling her deeper against him, then quickly slapping a hand upon both Ahsoka and Barriss' backsides, grasping his playthings and keeping them close as he claimed his new toy.

"Fuck you Skywalker." She growled back against Ahsoka's lips, resulting in the Togruta grasping the Master by her throat, squeezing tightly as she whispered.

"Don't insult the Master..." Ahsoka then leant in, dragging her tongue suddenly across Luminara's cheek, Anakin's mild sadism seemed to have rubbed off on her over their time together, the sight causing him to grow even harder within Luminara as his hips pumped even faster, rewarding his Padawan with a single finger, pushing its way into her perky little ass, pumping lightly against her as she delves down, joining Barriss as she wraps her lips around Luminara's left nipple, both girls suckling upon the Master as Anakin has his way with her.

Normally Anakin would make it last, enjoy himself, enjoy who he was inside for as long as he could, but Luminara wasn't relief, she was a mission, he pounded her mercilessly, faster and harder than anyone before, desperate to pump her full of his essence, growing more and more rough with the poor woman, his cybernetic leaving Barriss' ass uncared for, instead clenching around Luminara's throat along with Ahsoka's hand, choking her as his hips slam firmly into hers, the Master legs were now fully clenched around Anakin's hips as she had too given into the pleasure completely, almost begging for his hot, messy release, which she finally received.

Her legs fell away as her body went limp, overcome by her own climax forced upon her by the trio, feeling Anakin's cum pour between her legs, close to passing out.

"Did it work master?" Ahsoka spoke up, her back passage clenching tightly around Anakin's single finger, lodged deep in her rear.

"I'm not sure... turn her around." He commanded as he pulled himself free from the body-pile, Luminara finally falling unconscious.

"I'm gonna give her a few more just to be sure."

The night went on seemingly forever, Anakin dumping load after load into the poor Mirialan, occasionally swapping out for a round with Barriss or Ahsoka, eventually all four of them passing out atop the heavily stained bed.

Anakin's Harem was in its first stage.