Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Yes it's been a while I know ;n;
Life catches you when you least expect it, and you don't have the drive to do that which you enjoy.
When I write this stuff, I only do it for fun, I've no incentive to write beyond that, no (yet), only my desire to write, and the knowledge that there are you who enjoy it.

So here is the next chapter in the story, and a big thanks to those who've stuck around! You're the best, and I hope you enjoy.

Padme and Anakin's apartment

The low hum of the distant Speeder-lanes rumbles through the cracks of the balcony doors, slightly ajar as the hot air of the Coruscant morning seeps into the darkened, purple bedroom, the slumbering knight turns beneath the silken sheets as the scorching sun pours through the gaps in the blinds, illuminating the room in long, bright stripes.

Anakin's eyes break from their bonding, wincing as his pupils adjust to the extreme brights and darks of his room, his mechanical arm pats softly against the space beside him, searching for his wife but with no success.

'She's up unusually early...'

Anakin's voice even mumbled in his head, his thoughts were yet to wake up never minding his body. Regardless he struggled forward, climbing from the bed and rising to his feet as what little coverings he had upon himself slipped away, landing in a heap upon the floor. He had no desire for them regardless as he groggily made his way to the lounge.

His memory was still catching up to him, a retelling of the previous days' endeavours as he idly rubbed his eyes, his stark naked self strolling into the room for all to devour, morning wood standing proud, pointing towards the ladies surrounding the couch.

"Evening my love." Called the senator from the sofa within the centre of the room.

"And good eve-" He began, his voice falling short as his sight adjusted to the daylight, eyes freshly rubbed and ready to process the display before him, his wife, just as raw as he stood, her bare, creamy skin on full display, along with her bountiful breasts, slender milky thighs but between those thighs, he did not expect his playthings to be an obstruction.

A young Mirialan knelt between Padme's thighs, one of the human's hands rested casually upon the back of her head, grasping a claw-full of her long, black hair, pushing her firmly in and against her soaking wet crotch, the olive-skinned Padawan audibly slurping and lapping at the offered treat without so much as a stop for breath.

She wasn't alone as the much bustier and just as nude Mirialan Master lay to the senators left, legs spread upon the sofa as an emerald digit pawed and pumped into her own glistening thighs, pleasuring herself as her lips lay locked around one of Padme's pert nipples, suckling and nibbling like a hungry kitten at the teat.

Luminara was adapting quickly to the newfound sexual freedom they had all come to know, save for the Sapphire to Padme's right, who sat mostly clothed, attention focused upon a datapad, attempting to ignore the erotic display to her left, and more so the Knight who had just arrived.

"Wait, where's Ashoka?" Anakin questions, slowly turning his head to scour the room, no sign of the Spessartite Xeno before him, a faint sigh escaped his nose as he felt the throb of his cock, yet unattended.

"She's just behind you." Padme giggles, nodding towards her husband who remained oblivious to the Togruta who was but a few inches behind him, who was subsequently before him in a matter of seconds, Anakin reaching back to take a firm hold of her, wherever he could as he threw her forward, causing her to land against a sofa facing the harem, bent along the top of it.

"Agh! And a good morning to you too master!" The Padawan yelled out, huffing as she moved to push herself up, suddenly finding herself pushed down once again by her lover, holding her by her waist as she remained bent over the sofa, Aayla's attempts to ignore the displays briefly failed as she glanced up to the sudden display of aggression, frowning then just as Ashoka grins, wiggling her hips back at her aggressor.

"Good morning Snips, and good morning to the rest." He calls out, idly guiding his raging morning wood, in and against Ashoka's waiting flower, without teasing or testing, he thrusts forward, pumping his mass deep into his student, the faint ripple of her pert ass-cheeks clapping against his powerful thighs fills the air of the lounge until his voice cuts through.

"I feel it is time, that we finally discuss our situation ladies, we've all had some fun now, some more than others, but we wonder where it goes beyond all this." His gaze falls upon the room, glancing from person to person with a light smile, Ashoka's moans fill the air between his words as his hips continue pounding against her own.

"By being here, you have agreed to submit your body, mind and soul to me and my darling wife. In return, we offer you satisfaction, security, and belonging."

"Master, does th-" Ashoka began, cut off suddenly by a crack of thunder, Anakin's fleshy hand crashing down into her bright orange rear, leaving a bright red imprint and causing a cry to utter out into the air, drowned out by her sultry moans as his shaft continues pummelling into her soaking wet caverns, climaxing suddenly around her master as the pain of the slap registers in her mind, yet his abuse continued.

"Does anyone have a problem with this?" Padme spoke out, in a calm and gentle tone, with a menacing underlay as her eyes narrowed around the room, resting finally upon Aayla.

Anakin too turned his attention to the rebellious Twi'lek, his first victim in his new endeavours, she was not as forthcoming as the other members of his Harem, outright resisting it, attempting to cull the beauties away from his influence.

Her eyes avoided their gaze as she slowly rested the Datapad upon her lap, Anakin noticed something was off, her cheeks were faintly darkened, her legs clenched tightly together, as the tellings of a wet patch were forming upon the edges of the fabric.

"The Council will notice our absence..." She mutters, crossing her arms beneath her chest, keeping her gaze averted still "...when Masters and their students all go missing simultaneously, it raises questions unles-..." She halts herself.

"Unless?" Anakin questions, his rapid thrusts into his Padawan begin to slow, intrigued by her words

"Unless we have someone on the council to direct attention away."

Anakin's grin grows wider and wider, a plan almost immediately hatching in the back of his head, as his hips resume their painful thrashing against Ashoka's poor rear, almost shoving her over the couch with every thrust as the wheels in his diabolical head begin to spin, reaching down only to pull harshly at her Montrals, he hoists her upright, enticing a scream of bliss from her, leaning in slowly to growl into her ear.

"I hope my little Togruta is ready for some of her peoples' famous company." He grinned as his thrusts grew faster and faster, keeping her head restrained as he drove himself into her, finally ramming his length in deep, penetrating her womb as he blows his load, flooding her poor, ravaged cavern with more of his potent seed.

With his pleasure fading, he withdraws himself, casting the young Alien aside, wandering over the join the rest upon the sofa, slumping down upon the couch next to his wife, meeting her with a firm kiss, sat between her and Aayla.

Finally breaking his tongue free from Padme, he turns to the Twi'lek with a devilish smile, grasping Barriss by her hair, wrestling her free from Padme's grip as he pulls her mouth free of her dripping wet pussy, instead of replacing it with his drenched cock.

"I'm going to need some help" He grins down to the deep throating damsel.

1 week later.

The Jedi Temple

Anakin was stood just outside the elevators, leading up the great tower of the Jedi High Council chambers. Several members had passed by already as the young Knight busied himself in a conversation with his Master.

"All I am saying Anakin is to be mindful of the time you spend with your Padawan, I know all too well you feel responsible for them. But you must ensure to keep them at arm's length." He nodded with a stern gaze yet soft smile, patting his own student upon the shoulder.

"I think we both know that you failed just as poorly at maintaining distance." Anakin sneered, shaking his head lightly, his gaze flicking to the rest of the council as they passed, Yoda, Windu, Yareel, Shaak Ti-

'Target acquired' Anakin muttered internally, his thoughts loud enough for Kenobi's gaze to drift with his.

"You're not listening are you..." The master sighed, turning towards the rest of the council to begin his leave. "...Anakin, I think we both know, that you are getting far closer to your Padawan than I ever got to you... I simply warn that you are careful."

The words fell past Skywalkers ears as he remained behind, letting the crowd wander off, finally following after as he made his way towards the maintenance wing of the Temple, crawling around the corners of the darkened hallways, slipping past the Temple guards and finally sneaking into the Temple ventilation system.

A full week's worth of planning was in play, several minds and bodies in actions, tricking a high council member was going to be far more difficult than a simple trick of the Holocron and the hope of shame or pleasure being enough to hold. Anakin had his toys, and now he wanted to ensure he would not lose them to any mild risk.

He rounded the corner in the metallic airshafts, no alarms had sounded, pressure pads and laser detection grids within the vents had been temporarily disabled for their mission, Anakin was now in the dormitories, his soft steps barely making a creak upon the metal as he rounded the last corner, coming face to face with another trespasser.

"Are we in place?" Anakin asked, leaning forward to rest upon his stomach, peering through a grate into an almost empty dorm-room.

"Let's check..." Barriss responded, laying next to him, peering in through the same grate, calling out into the room below. "...Ashoka, are you ready?"

"Ready." Comes a soft whisper from below them, the young Togruta poking her head out from behind a wall, into view of the two above the room, before darting away.

"She'll be here any second, get the recorder ready." Anakin whispers to Barriss, rummaging around his belt, as he withdraws the glowing, green Holocron from a sealed pouch, clutching it tightly in his right hand.

Several minutes of silence fell between the tree, listening for the faint footsteps beyond the door to the dorm, which slowly but surely came through the hallway, a few faint blips of a control pad and a soft hiss as the door slid open, and another as it closed behind the Togruta master.

"Freeze Shaak Ti," Anakin called down to her from above, the power of the artifact poured down through the grate, infiltrating the Togruta within nanoseconds, she didn't even have time to look up before her body's control was torn from her, rigid, unmoving, even breathing was a struggle under the sudden weight upon her. "When Ashoka says 'please' you are going to molest her until I say stop."

The commands poured through her ears, soaking into her will as her body's drive to obey continued, however still unmoving as the request had not been fulfilled.

Ashoka heard the command, the next stage of the plan was in motion as she stepped out from behind the small wall, tossing her Lightsaber to her left, she fell back upon her rear, a look of fear coming upon her face.

"Alright, now Barriss." He nodded lightly across to the Mirialan beside him, who activated the recorder, beginning to craft a holo display of the scene playing below them, and as the faint blue light shone down from the grate upon the air vent, Ashoka saw her cue to begin the charade.

"Master! No, please, leave me alone!" *She cried out as she began crawling backwards from the frozen Council member, who suddenly snapped free of the freeze placed upon her by the Holocron, storming across the room as she dived down, pinning the smaller Togruta beneath her, and with a bared mouthful of fangs, she leaned in, ripping the Padawan's clothing from her body as she continued her fake sobs into the air, thrashing and kicking against her.

Shaak Ti continued her incriminating acts as the blackmail continued it's development just above them, recording every inch of the masters uncontrolled acts against the young Jedi, shreds of her clothing flung around the room along with the Masters own as her heavy maroon breasts ground up against Ashoka's nubile orange bumps, their lips forced together with a heavy lustful growl and faint whining cry flowing between their tongues.

"Hnnng." Barriss let out a faint grumble, quiet enough to remain off the recording, but enough to catch Skywalkers attention, bringing a smile to his lips as his gaze turned towards hers. Watching her affixed to the developing scene beneath them, a faint bead of sweat trickling down her olive skin.

He began shuffling around, sitting up upon his knees, finally causing the Padawan to break her attention from Ashoka's torment, a confused brow raised as Anakin crawled behind her, quickly she raised a hand to cover her mouth, stifling a faint yelp as the Knight grabbed a hold of her robes, roughly hoisting it up along her legs, exposing her pantieless rear, her bare crotch and ass on full display.

Anakin lifted a hand, flicking his fingers to grab her attention, pointing then at the recorder within her grasp and pointing firmly down at the grate, telling her to pay attention to the recording. The plan hinged upon it after all.

A scream from below echoed up, before suddenly becoming muffled as Shaak's Lightsaber was finding it's way between Ashoka's poor legs, sliding slowly into her bare, tight crotch, Ashoka found some genuine pain in the action, her screams and kicks against the master were a little more than fake this time as she tried, and failed to escape the larger Togruta.

Another moan, however, slipped between Barriss' lips as Shaak continued, suddenly a large hand was wrapped around her face, muffling her as she felt a half-naked Anakin lay down atop her and in a single, brutal motion, she felt the length of his thick, dripping cock burry itself between her legs, diving into her unprepared pussy, the recording picking up on the strangled cry of the Mirialan, however certainly not enough to identify her as her new and improved Master began ploughing his powerful hips into her rear, his head peering over her shoulder as they both observed the drama below.

Ashoka's gaze briefly rose to the grate upon the Vent, meeting Anakin's and Barriss' as tears welled in her eyes, she knew they were doing it, watching her in pain as the Togruta master continued pounding the Lightsaber hilt deeper and deeper into her ravaged slit before suddenly a dark shadow came over her head, Shaak Ti's own crotch as it fell down upon her face, sitting upon her as the grown Togurta's soaking wet pussy ground down into her wailing mouth, muffling her as she rode Ashoka.

The sight was enough to throw both Anakin and Barriss into overdrive as they pounded away, hot enough to bring them both to an almost instant climax as their essences merged, spraying their fluids against one another, forming a small pool within the vent, the Dorm would suffer under the musk of their activities for the coming months no doubts, yet despite the mess, they continued, Anakin's cock withdrawing from her soaked and seeded cunt, instead drilling it's way into her vice-like ass, spreading her apart as the Alien screamed into his powerful grip around her mouth, her green cheeks clamping down around her pummelling shaft as Ashoka's too began clamping down around her own Lightsaber.

Both hilts were now pushing into the poor Padawan, one in each hand of the Master sitting back upon her face, her juices flowing freely into her awaiting maw as Ashoka's own began flowing around the Lightsabers, her muffled cries were betrayed by her own body as she lightly thrust back against the abusive hilts.

"You're a dirty fucking whore Ashoka, you're going to learn what it means to be a real Togrutan Jedi." Shaak growls out as her back arched slightly, her climax spraying down upon the petite Alien, as Ashoka's arrived just in time, squirting a spray of girl-cum into the air and across the room as her body simply fell limp and unconscious.

'So, fucking hot...' Anakin's thoughts screamed aloud, Barriss' mind hearing him behind her as she bit down against one of his fingers, her body shuddering as her eyes roll back, her second climax crashing upon her as she feels his thick cock pour a third helping of his seed deep into her ass, causing her to fall limp beneath him just like Ashoka.

Her finger fell upon 'stop' as the recording came to an end, just in time as Anakin quickly withdrew, taking a hold of the recorder, ripping it from her hands as he quickly redressed and peered back into the room, grabbing his Holocron once again.

"Shaak Ti, stop, and sleep!" He called into the room.

Like clockwork Shaak Ti fell limp atop Ashoka, slumping down upon the poor girl, crushing her beneath her plump, curvy form, enticing a faint snicker from Anakin above her.

"Ashoka, get your spare clothes on and get out of there, meet back at the house." Anakin called down to his Padawan, who's faint sobs diminished into sniffles, a nodding head poking free of the larger Togruta as she obeys, a faint push of the force freed her, crawling to her feet to get dressed as Anakin left, the semi-conscious Barriss left to bask in the afterglow of her orgasms.

Two hours later.

Shaak Ti's eyes shot open, sitting up with a faint yell as she took in her surroundings, her dorm, it was dark, the blinders were closed and the door seemed locked, she glances around the room suddenly, eyes still wide, fearful she may find the young Togrutan Padawan beside her.

Blissfully she found nothing, her heart eased as she let loose a long sigh, peering down over her own nude form, a faint wet puddle staining the carpet beneath her as she shook her head shamefully.

'A dream become nightmare clearly' She eased her mind with the thought, ashamed, slightly concerned but relaxed, until her eyes opened, next to the door sat a small holo-recording, attached was a small note. 'Play me.'

Hesitantly, she reached out, pulling the recording from the door, through the air and into her palm, slowly lifting her other hand to press upon the ominous device, as the blue figures upon it spring to life.

She sits, watching in horror as she observes herself, raping and degrading the poor Padawan, tears welled within her own eyes as she cast it aside, throwing it across the room, smashing it upon the wall. Looking at the note once again.

Flipping the paper around, she saw upon the other side.

'Meet tomorrow, 14:00 at these coordinates. Or we send a copy of this to the council, love V.'

Authors Notes

Yikes, Anakin's getting darker and darker and the rest are falling with him.

As always I'm all for feedback, love to hear your ideas for future chapters (Or even alternative stories)

I'm considering starting a patron account to help allow for more regular postings of chapters, perhaps even writing some private stories for people, involving some OC characters with the cast.

Still I'm not there yet, I'd appreciate feedback on what you'd think about that however! If I should sellout or not lol.

Regardless! I shall still be posting free chapters of this story and potentially others, with or without a , so fear not, Anakins adventures are safe.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!