My gaze rests upon the two women before me, to my left, the quick-witted street-rat, her blue skin reflecting the blue light of the ship with a beautiful mixture, contrasted only by her large, brown eyes, glistening up towards me, her delicate pink tongue, tickling around the tip of my cock, soon pushed aside by an aggressive set of lips, wrapping themselves firmly around my shaft, soon slithering forward, sinking the new face into view.
A beautiful cream skinned human, blue eyes glistening with the blue light of the room, glaring with an intense focus, as if staring directly into my soul, her hair was braided and bunned, tied behind her head and to the sides, clean, kempt, unusual for such a lady who was choking down on a thick rod of meat that engorged her throat, soon spilling my climax deep into it, much to the Twi'lek to my left's dismay.
"Bastilla! It's not your turn!"
'Wait, have I heard that name before...' My thoughts echo out, the sound of them filling the room as if I had just spoken aloud, the Twi'lek turning her head towards me as Bastilla continues guzzling down my cream.
"Well of course you have, my lord Revan."
Anakin shoots awake as the words leave her throat, springing back to the world around him, briefly taking in the sights around him, his room, his bed, light shining through the blinded window, a defiled Master, naked beside him. He grinned, sighing quietly as his head fell back against the pillow, only to be ripped clean away as his whole body tensed with a sudden and unexpected tingling.
'Am I under Attack? Did Luminara poison me?!'
His mind raced before he was overcome with a quick follow of pleasure, he had just climaxed, only now he could feel the wetness of the blankets, the warmth of the bedsheets, the curl of their tong- wait...
He hoisted the bedsheets up, only to find the young Ahsoka and Barriss engaged in a rather passionate kiss, engulfing the head of his Jedi cock, their mouths and faces dripping with his juices.
'Well that explains the dream.'
"And just what do you two think you are doing down there?" He calls out to them, though his words don't seem to deter him as Barriss lifts her head, impaling herself down around his rod once again, leaving the Togruta to explain alone, resting a hand against the Mirialan's head, pushing her further around Anakin's sensitive member.
"We wanted to see if we could make you cum without waking up, and we won... -ish... you took a while to wake up at least!" She laments, like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
"And what do you win then?" Anakin ponders, pulling his eyes away as his head falls against the pillow, just enjoying the bliss of the wake-up call.
"We never actually thought that far ahead... uh, what can we do exactly?" The Togruta ponders, sitting herself up and crawling out from under the blankets, laying face down atop her master's chest as she cuddles into him.
"You can help me with Luminara, I need you to head to Senator Padmé Amidala's apartment, help prepare her a room, speak with Aayla, tell her Anakin is bringing her. She'll understand.
Anakin's tone gives the Padawan a brief flash of concern, followed by a sly evil grin spreading across her face.
"You're getting yourself quite the list of ladies Master, careful not to focus so much on expansion you neglect what you've got."
She isn't met with much of a response, save for a sudden and sharp slap to her behind from her master, followed by a sudden tug of her Montrals, pulling her head back like holding a head of hair, meeting with a few painted squeaks from the Padawan.
"And you, careful not to tell me what I should and should not be doing unless asked." Anakin responds rather threateningly, leaning up slowly as he presses his lips to hers, forcing his tongue between her pert lips, writhing down her throat before pushing her off the bed. "Now go." He squints his eyes down to her, holding a mild grin all the while as his hand then rests against Barris' still bobbing head, trying to work his manhood back to life after the subsequent climaxes of their night and this morning.
Anakin's gaze turns to Luminara, reaching out to slowly brush a hand against her cheek, curious if the exchange had awoken her, perhaps she was just faking it. And indeed she was.
Her face tightened slightly at the touch of her molester, eyes clenching but not turning away from him, however not openly acknowledging him either, acting like it wasn't happening. But it was, and it was going to happen again as Barris brought the knight back to a solid mass between her lips, finding herself suddenly yanked away, letting his cock pop free as she was cast aside, watching Skywalker roll over and climb atop the violated green beauty they shared the bed with.
"Barris, make yourself useful and help comfort our guest." He called back to her, straddling Luminara as he took a hold of her knees, spreading her legs apart and rather ungracefully shoving his meat within her surprisingly slick pussy, clearly Barriss and Ahsoka didn't let Anakin have all the dreamy fun.
Anakin didn't last long, nor did he intend to, it was a mere pump and dump for him as he had his day already planned out, as Barriss cuddled into her master's nude body, whispering to her ears, cradling her head between her youthful, budding breasts, Anakin was picking out living arrangements.
With another load dumped into the Mirialan, and a quick oral cleaning from her Padawan, Anakin got dressed, grabbed his holocron and his saber and began his journey to his wife's home. Finally, he was going to have to bring the idea up to her, the only one who actually meant anything to him. The entire Harem rested upon his head-wife's shoulders, the to be Domina of his household.
*Later*
Anakin stood silently in the elevator, letting the music fill the air around him as his thoughts turned inwards, a light bead of sweat trickling down his forehead as he nervously tapped his foot, watching the floors ding up, one by one.
'If she says no it's over... maybe I should see Aayla first... have a last quickie for the road... yeah, maybe that's a good idea...'
The doors ding open, leading Anakin into the main room.
"Aayla, get your pa-" The main room containing both the Twi'lek and Anakin's own, red-headed Master.
"Get my what Skywalker?" The Twi'lek speaks out, both hands rested across her stomach as her gaze drifts between both him and Obi-wan.
"Get your... pa-arts together, I broke another lightsaber..." Anakin furrowed his brow, hands behind his back as his gaze rested upon Obi-wan.
"Oh for the love of... Anakin! Again?!" Kenobi eats it up without question, clearly it isn't as unbelievable as Anakin suspected... almost offensively so.
"I'm sorry Master, it won't happen again." *He solemnly bows his head, trying to humble himself before his former tutor.*
"I've heard that before..." He responds in his usual dry wit tone, then pushing himself up from the sofa, making his way to the exit.
His close brush with Kenobi brought Anakin far from his lustful senses, wiping his brow of his nervous sweat he inquired the location of the Senator, the Twi'lek soon leading him to her office.
With Kenobi gone Aayla no longer attempted to conceal her stomach and the mild bump it presented, something else Anakin only realised he didn't consider before asking his wife.
'She's gonna castrate me if she says no...'
Upon entering the office, the Twi'lek turns to leave, spotting Luminara entering from the Elevator with Barriss at her side, and rather immediately she ran across, her only goal to comfort her fellow survivor.
The door shutting behind him, Anakin soon finds himself alone in the office, across the room is a large, rather imposing desk and behind it, a stern, but remarkable beauty, truly a gem of the galaxy unlike any other, and Anakin felt shame, he may have just traded it all away for lust.
"Padme, we need to talk..."
"About your harem?" She responds, not even flinching, nor lifting her gaze from the work upon her desk, continuing to sign sheets.
Anakin didn't respond, simply slumping into a chair on his side of the desk, defeated almost as he let out a long sigh, not even bothering to ask how she knew, but she knew and this was it.
"You'd think, as the former head of security you know we have Cameras, audio recording... the works... plus Aayla told me everything, and Ahsoka..."
"Wait, why did Ahsoka-?" Anakin butts in, only to find himself cut off.
"Because she wanted to bring another Jedi -Master- onto my security team... in what gods name do I need two Jedi Masters protecting me for, needless to say she crumbled and told me everything for fear of me asking Aayla or... Luminara is it?"
Anakin lowers his gaze, ashamed as he slowly rubs the back of his head, unsure of how to respond to the entire situation, simply waiting for the blows to hit him.
"Which of course, led me to the conclusion, you've slept with both Masters, you only want them close so you can fuck them again!" *She finally pulls her gaze away from the desk, throwing the pen across the table at her husband, eyes glistening with the beginning of tears, truly Anakin was expecting her to be bawling at this point, as if some unseen force was giving her a reason not to.
"Am I not good satisfying you... sexually?" She then meekly inquires, the tone of the conversation shifting, Anakin taking it as an opportunity.
"No, no, by the force no! You're perfection, all I want in my life... they, them all, Ahsoka, Aayla, they're all just fun, flings... if you say no, I'll cast them aside, never hear a word about or from them again..." He pulls himself from the chair, approaching her desk and leaning against it, in towards her.
"I love you Padme, and nothing is going to change that..."
Padme begins nodding, sniffing, and... whimpering? As her head tilts back, leaning against the chair, she squeaks out lightly, yelping almost as if trying not to cry.
"You promise they're nothing more than fun... they do as I tell them just as they do with you... and you tell me every detail of what happens... then I will allow it." *She nods quickly, closing her eyes.*
"You have my word, they're yours as much as they're mi-" Anakin begins to circle the desk, arms outstretched to hug around his wife, comforting her in her time of need, and as his arms clench around her, and his eyes open, he finds his gaze upon Ahsoka's own, staring up from between the Senators legs, tongue lodged deep within his wife's folds, mouth stained with her juices as she sits frozen, finally breaking the silence with a muffled.
"Heyh Mashthur..."
The combined arousal from their secret act, their sudden discovery and the tingling of the Togruta's words sends the Senator into overdrive as she begins squirting her juice around the Padawans face, flooding her mouth and staining her chair and floor with the intense eruption, clinging tightly to Anakin's chest as she does so.
"I see you've already begun helping yourself to the selection before even talking about it?" Anakin turns to her with a somewhat victorious grin.
"Oh shut up, you've gotten half of them Pregnant, I'm allowed by fun too!"
This is met with a chuckle from Anakin, slowly shaking his head before coming to realisation.
"Wait, half?"
He isn't responded to with words, instead of the soaked and buried Togruta meekly lifts a hand, waving it up to her master, continuing to guzzle and gorge herself on his wife's delicious nethers.
"Well shit... we may need to buy another floor or two of the building..." Anakin sighs before pushing himself up from the desk.
"It's not much different from what we do with the handmaidens, they always get rid of the issues like that..." Padme responds, quite a shocking line from the Nabooean.
"Yeah, but these aren't dime-a-dozen fucktoys, they'll be our wives... they have the right to keep their own." Anakin responds, his gaze fixed upon Ahsoka, grinning down to his Padawan, who supposedly grins back up to him, hard to tell with the mouthful of the muff.
"In that case, I'll make arrangements for some more space..." Padme begins to calm herself, leaning forward to try and resume her paperwork, keeping the Togruta beneath her desk even still.
"AlsoIRapedLuminaraAndAayla byyyyeeeeeee." He quickly blurts out before stepping out of the office, hoping the well trained oral skills of his star pupil were enough to keep her at bay, and sure enough it was.
Anakin makes his way back in search of Aayla and Luminara, the display of Ahsoka and Padme had him hard, and he needed to check in on them both anyways.
Following the tissues, whispers and emotional support, he finally found them both in Aaylas room, Aayla discussing her history with Anakin, helping Luminara come to grips with it, both however, silence themselves, peering up at their assailant.
"What do you want Skywalker." the Twi'lek spits, clearly not happy about the state of Luminara.
"I want Luminara..." He then gestures between his legs, the tent of his erection quite apparent on his robes, a sight to drive Luminara back along the bed and away from the duo.
"Stop! Not here you don't!" Aayla sprung up, preventing any advance against the still traumatized Mirialan.
"Aayla, you not giving me what I want, led to me finding Luminara..." He blatantly lies, trying to convince her to let him past.
"Do it again and I'll go find another Jedi... maybe another Padawan." He threatens, and it seems to work, slowly she begins to visibly retreat, no longer puffed out, or arms stretched aside as a barrier, instead, she meekly responds.
"Take me instead..."
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Anakin inquired, clearly hearing her, but now just messing with her...
"I said, take me instead Anakin..." She spoke up, almost growling the words out.
"Try again..."
She let loose a long, irritated sigh. "Fuck me instead, please Master..."
At her words she flipped the clasp on her robes, soon her entire outfit fell around her ankles, leaving the mildly pregnant Twi'lek free for the taking, and soon to be, she was to be taken.
Anakin took a firm hold of her, spinning her slowly and pushing her over the end of the bed, facing towards Luminara, Luminara facing back, somewhat horrified at the situation before her, watching her friend about to be molested, yet saying nothing, not speaking up or trying to defend her... instead, becoming slowly turned on.
Anakin pulled his robes aside, freeing his cock and pulling it out into the cool air, already wet from watching Ahsoka chow down on his wife, he lined himself up, pushing forward, forcing his shaft deeper and deeper into the already violated holes of his beautiful Twi'lek captive.
"Welcome to the Harem... by the way, you report to both me and Senator Amedalia... any refusals from here on out, and I rape another Jedi..." He growled out as his hips began to pump against the bloated Twi'lek, her hips and breasts notably plumper than their first time, offering him much more cushion to slam his hips against, her breasts bouncing back and forth, slapping against the bed as she leaned down, gaze still upon Luminara, slowly growing wide-eyed as the Mirialan slowly fishes her hand beneath her robes, getting pleasure from watching her close friend and comrade, raped before her.
Aayla was alone again, perhaps it was the Trauma, perhaps it was Barriss, something got through to Luminara, flicking a switch in her, and based on her sudden desire for pleasure, it was a safe bet she had some sadistic tendencies within her.
"What are you d-doing Lumi?!" The Twi'lek screams out, stammering as another powerful thrusts slaps into her, breasts beginning to faintly dribble out, mildly lactating at the intensity of the thrusts plaguing her, the pressure of the cock stuffing her and the sudden crack of Luminara's foot, crashing against her cheek, a brief kick from the Mirialan followed by her green smooth toes curling in against her lips, the Mirialan intent on taking advantage of the subjected Twi'lek.
"That's it Lumi... express yourself, enjoy her, it's all she's good for." Anakin grunts out between thrusts against the Twi'lek, pinning her down by her shoulders as he lifts a leg atop the bed, thrusting firmly down into Aayla, muffling her screams, the defeated Twi'lek lamenting the situation, believing Luminara to be some alleviation of the torture, but now she seemed to be just another tool.
The Mirialan seems to squirm, ducking down and averting her gaze as Anakin addresses her, clearly she is still not comfortable around the Knight, however she couldn't resist the opportunity that presented itself, the ability to dominate the legend Aayla Secura, quickly scuffing down the bed, pulling up her robes and withdrawing her slick, messy fingers from her green snatch, grabbing the Twi'lek by her headtails and pulling her facefirst into her violated pussy, grinding firmly and quite violently against her face, using her as little more than a piece of meat, joining Anakin in the second rape of the poor Rutian, joining him then in a simultaneous climax, as if unified by the force between them, Anakin flooding her already occupied womb with another shower of his potent seed, as Lumiara pours loose a stream of her climax, showering the Twi'leks poor face in her Alien juices, letting loose a loud, room-shaking scream of pleasure, likely alerting the rest of the household.
It wasn't long after that the Mirialan collapsed backwards onto the bed, panting lightly as she forms a small puddle, dribbling still from her crotch as Anakin withdraws from the also dribbling Aayla, pushing her to the floor as he turns, making his way out of the room, deciding to leave the Masters to discuss what had just transpired among themselves, too much sex for one day, the Knight decided to retire, he'll hold a house meeting tomorrow and discuss the new arrangement with a clear mind.