Full-blown panic was going off between Ahsoka's ears. Did she really hear that properly? Impossible. Yes, she could see how serious Senator Amidala was, but her mind couldn't just accept that: it had to be some kind of test, or a cruel joke for being such a perverted and presumptuous padawan.

'Right?' she thought in a panic. 'There's no way Padme Amidala herself wants to see… all of me, is there? I know she knows what I have down there, to some degree.'

But what she realized was that that meant nothing, because so did Lora Wendel before she made her demands, and she still.… The memory of that incident was surely going to haunt her forever. The amused disgust, the suddenly distant expression, like Ahsoka and her cock were tiny and unworthy of even being looked upon.

'W-what if she's like Master Wendel, and becomes frightened? Disgusted? Or worse, what if Padme makes fun of it? I couldn't bear to hear that kind of cold laughter again.'

"You don't need to be afraid of me," Padme said softly, "this isn't a joke, or a game. I really want to see." Her voice was a velvet purr, soothing, as if she was reading Ahsoka's mind/sensed her anxiety.

Maybe the senator was secretly a powerful Jedi master herself: more likely a Sith lord with how insistent she was about seeing her lover's pupil's privates, and how silver-tongued she was while trying to do so. Yet a certain innocence rang true in her words, an honest appeal. "You're not required to show me, obviously, but… I can tell it has been bothering you for a long time. You think there's something about your body I'll find disgusting, don't you?"

"I… y-yes, I do. I thought you already knew, because of the way… the way you keep looking at me. But… I can't figure out the emotions in your eyes right now Senator, or any other time you've looked at me."

That actually seemed to take Padme by surprise. Her hypnotic brown eyes blinked a few more times before she smiled faintly, "What do you mean?"

"W-what?"

"You said I keep looking at you a certain way. Explain."

"I-I think I've seen your eyes pointing toward my skirt sometimes. I assumed… you knew, about Togruta women, and you didn't approve."

Perhaps she was surprised she was caught, for Padme was quiet for a second too long, then giggled softly; and the senator's body language changed, it became more open: she spread her legs slightly, pushed her chest forward, and licked her lips. "Mm, Ahsoka, you're right that I was looking, but you're wrong about why, and your assumptions about my motives and feelings on the matter are completely off. I could never look at you with disapproval or disgust."

The white-clad senator patted the mattress again. "Come sit, Ahsoka. I'll tell you exactly how I feel… and why I've been unable to stop looking at you, so long as you stop hiding yourself away."

"U-uhm," Ahsoka, her dark hands hiding away and stimulating her stiff crotch at the same time, didn't dare move for fear of revealing her shame; she was fighting a losing battle, but she didn't want to concede just yet. "I don't understand, c-can't you say it from over there? I- I don't know if I should come closer…."

The girl was frightened, of the urges rampaging through her, of the dark chocolate portals of Padme's eyes, so lovely and easy to fall into.

"Alright. Well, I have heard rumors about a lot of species over the years, but I try not to listen to those; rumors are like a sickness, they can topple entire empires, alliances, friendships because some use what people don't understand to create fear, intolerance, disgust in those with pliant minds - I always , and will always, express to my people that open communication, love, and faith is how you achieve lasting peace with others." Padme sighed softly. "That being said, I do know you have something "extra". And when I found out I wasn't disgusted, it… I-I suppose it became a bit of a fantasy."

"A fantasy?!" Ahsoka's voice squeaked out.

"Mhm. I was surprised too. I've always thought you were quite… adorable, I suppose, always fluttering those big, long-lashed eyes of yours as me, pouting at Anakin. Then I began to notice something. I suppose it was after a few months of knowing you that I even heard those 'rumors' you spoke of. That was when I found my eyes moving on their own, and…."

"Yes?" Ahsoka prompted when she didn't continue, dreading what would come next.

"Then I caught you looking at my body on that backwater planet, and when I realized you might have felt something for me, I began to wonder how brightly that fire inside you burned. I suppose that's why I can't help but look. Your easy erections, restless affection… well, it's difficult to notice something like that without being at least a little curious."

Ahsoka felt like she was eye-to-eye with the ultimate temptress at the moment. Padme wasn't finished. Her voice was steady, melodic, as she purred, "Ahsoka, do you think about me a lot?"

"N-No," Ahsoka whispered, ashamed. She squeezed her eyes shut.

"Lies are no good, Ahsoka - I see through you. Look at me." She did. Padme's cheeks were apple-red, near-black eyes pools of blatant lust. "Just because I'm curious doesn't mean I assumed anything, one way or another - and definitely not that whatever you have might be 'ugly'. Even if it is to some, I only value what comes from inside . You have a good heart, and a strong connection to the Force. That's what I adore."

The padawan smiled shyly and looked away. "That's… a nice thought. Too bad most in the galaxy wouldn't agree; I bet they would say that the way our bodies have evolved is an abomination. A lot of you humans have opinions. That we are not naturally 'female' if we have… what we have."

"And a lot of humans have the opposite opinion, Ahsoka. It saddens me that you're casting me in the former lot," Padme stood from the bed and crossed the room. Instinctively, Ahsoka tried to back into the bulkhead, but there was nowhere to go - not unless she attacked the senator, knocked her to the floor to escape, and there was no way she wanted to do that, or do anything. She felt like prey - and she found she liked that, but was too afraid to encourage the hunt. Amidala's words were truly sweet, but how could she trust them? She wanted to stay as still as she possibly could as Padme approached her, because she'd shown herself to Master Wendel, and she couldn't bear the weight of directly seeing that disgust again.

"I want you to, so badly, Ahsoka, but you don't have to show me anything," Padme's full, moist lips looked so kissable as they moved, so close to her heated skin now that Ahsoka could feel the hot air caressing over her. "I've said what I came to say; all you have to do is spurn me again, and I'll leave you to… take care of yourself on your own, if it's what you really want. But if you choose to let me judge for myself, I promise you won't regret it. You're the cutest padawan I've ever seen. Even cuter than Ani was."

Ahsoka was completely stunned. Padme really thought that highly of her? Some orange runt her mate put up with training, even when she couldn't keep her mind focused because of her adolescent urges? That was incredible; and it only made her want Padme that much more.

"I-I can show you, if it's really what you want me to do," she whispered in a rush, before she could talk herself out of it.

"It is," Padme breathed, excitement entering her voice. Then she inhaled, exhaled gently, to calm herself, her heart still racing, "If you don't mind. If you do, then please, tell me now before we go further."

"No. I don't if you don't." Utterly disbelieving that this was really happening, Ahsoka reached beneath her skirt to begin sliding her undergarment down along her thighs. "But just like you said to me… it's not too late. Tell me right now if you don't want to see this. I'm serious."

No protest came. Trying to swallow down a fresh spike of mingling fear and excitement, the Togruta girl finally lifted her skirt; Padme's expression transformed, becoming unreadable. She was entirely focused on taking in the sight of the magnificent instrument Ahsoka saw fit to reveal to her.

Slightly darker than the shade of Ahsoka's normal skin, it twitched far more vigorously than a human penis; it stood tall and proud, odd, dark-colored veins traveling along the intimidating shaft - significantly larger than her master's. Although quite long, it was also thick, and rather than being one solid, smooth length like a human's, the alien cock had many feelers extending off of it, which wiggled around idly. The tip was broad, almost equine, which Padme had not been expecting. Though she was certainly intrigued. When she reached out to stroke it, the alien member twitched with a life of its own, hard as rock and yet with the ability to bend and curl, remarkably versatile, almost tentacle-like itself.

Instead of being disgusted, Padme was throbbing in all the right ways. Ahsoka had been sorely mistaken in assuming Padme could want anything but that big hot thing stuck inside her, in any hole. The sight of Ahsoka's thick, monstrous alien cock, combined with the young girl's downcast, innocent face, so full of shame, only served to further awaken the senator's perverted desires. Any man with an instrument like this would have been boasting of its size and prowess. Instead, poor Ahsoka only hoped she wouldn't offend anyone by owning one - despite that being beyond her control. She was so worthy of affection, worship!

Senator Amidala was going to show her that. She stared longingly at the dripping, flared tip. More than just being physically different aesthetically, the genetic fluid that seeped from the tip was very much different from semen as well. It was thicker, bluer, traveling down the sides of Ahsoka's immense length in thin rivulets that left gleaming trails behind.

"W-Well?" Ahsoka whispered, face half-buried in her hands. She was embarrassed that she was showing off this part of herself to anyone outside of her future partner, not to mention Padme Amidala herself, but at the same time her heart hadn't stopped beating rapidly.

Ahsoka was near-convinced that this entire thing was a delusion, that she was imagining all of it; but even her wildest fantasies couldn't conjure up the desire in Padme's face as the woman licked her lips, reaching out with one slender, eager hand toward the sack resting at the bottom of Ahsoka's cock - a thick, hard bulge, almost similar to a canine knot, and also serving the same purpose of "locking" a Togruta's "tentacle-cock" inside their ideal mate.

"Cute," the dark-haired human whispered under her breath, giggling softly. "You're so cute."

"Wh-what?!" the padawan gasped, sure she must have misheard. But she hadn't.

"Ahsoka…." There was no way Padme could think of Ahsoka's cock as anything but adorable ; so she shook her head, pretty face drawn into a wry smile. "I really think you might be perfect."

"P-Perfect? It's not- I'm not disgusting?" Ahsoka whispered.

Padme cocked her head slightly, the young woman seemed very saddened by Ahsoka's continued disbelief and lack of faith in her. She knew it came from the girl's own personal shame, and so she wasn't offended - but it needed to be rectified. "Of course I don't," Padme purred softly. "You're the most beautiful thing in the world to me, even if you are being such a stubborn and resistant brat. Won't you let me show you how much I adore your body?"

When Ahsoka said nothing, Padme finally took a step that would alter the scales entirely. She guided Ahsoka back onto the sleeping pad, and went beyond looking - she didn't wait for a yes. Reaching down, she grasped her prey's alien "ballsack". It felt nothing like a human being's, hairless, hot as can be, and it pulsed and throbbed within her hand. It wasn't soft either, obviously meant to be slipped inside a hole. Padme began breathing very heavily as she felt just how hard and full it was, how it pulsed. Within the bundle of flesh, her near cerulean-colored seed churned.

The feelers along Ahsoka's member squirmed hungrily in the air, jerking towards Padme's hand, wrapping around it. Padme gasped sharply, face twitching in surprise as the rigidity of Ahsoka's member was shed for more fluid motion; and she moaned hungrily, cheeks turning red, as the slimy-tipped hot tentacle-cock bucked and writhed within the grip of her fingers, as if was alive, had a mind of its own. But really, that wasn't true, was it? It was that it did whatever Ahsoka truly wanted to do in her heart of hearts. Ahsoka wanted to rub herself all over Padme's fingers. Padme licked her lips, cocoa eyes gleaming as she stared the dark orange tool up and down, hungry for it, then began to pump it slowly up and down. She meant to only tease at first, but, she realized a few seconds later that she couldn't have stopped stroking it if she wanted. Each individual feeler wiggled against her, or wrapped around her, desperate for her attention.

And that pretty face: those thick, dark lips, begging for kisses. That face, strokes of white emphasizing her orange-brown skin, her eyes huge and full of anxiety.

The truth was… Ahsoka needed her. Padme loved the miasma of emotions reflected back at her when she stared into that pretty little face: that kind of anxiety, that inner conflict… she lived for it. It was why she'd embraced Anakin. Even now, a Jedi, he wasn't sure of himself. There had never been a moment when he stared at her and she didn't feel like a goddess. And it was the same with his padawan. Except, Ahsoka was so cute that he almost faded away to a distant memory when she was around, and he was in a galaxy far, far away when Ahsoka had her skirt off, and her dick out.

Who was Ani when she had this huge, fascinating cock - if it could even be called that - in her hand? When she had that beautiful face staring down at her?

"How is it?" Padme asked as she dragged her hand slowly up and down, grinding her palm into whatever feeler she passed by, and each time she stimulated one of the little tendrils, Ahsoka squealed, sunk back into the bed, and thrust harshly into the air. With her other hand, she lovingly cupped and massaged the throbbing sack beneath it. So big, so damn big. Bigger than Anakin already, and just a brat, what did that mean? The most fascinating, alluring part, however, was the fluid seeping from the tip, drooling down the throbbing length. It almost looped like syrup… the way it shined, with the consistency of oil, an odd blue-white color. Genetic fluid, cum, semen, Ahsoka's precious life force.

Padme wanted it inside her. Togruta women could knock up anyone they pleased, or so she had heard. Padme's womb seemed to ache at the notion. She prayed that this girl would gather the nerve to do what Anakin hadn't yet. To betray his vows, and pump it into her raw.

"Mmhhh," the padawan moaned gratefully. "Padme, your hand feels… wonderful… I'm sorry, I can control it, kind of, I-I can make it stop…!" However, it seemed she couldn't. Ahsoka was visibly frustrated that her body was usurping her control. That the phallus moved on its own, the thick, writhing appendage teasing across, around the senator's palm and digits, each feeler wrapping around a finger, like a dog nudging a human's hand.

"It's okay," Padme told her with a fond smile. She was anxious and excited, and also eager to keep exploring. Staring with idle fascination, she jerked Ahsoka off slowly, and was rewarded for every slight motion when the snake in her hand jerked, the moisture and heat of their skin mixing as it began to drip its thick, blue-white moisture more profusely. "I don't want you to stop, Ahsoka. I want you to show me even more."

"Ohhh Senator…"

Padme smiled slightly, and Ahsoka recognized amusement in her expression, and grew bashful. Her dark cheeks blushed even darker than usual. "W-What? Did… did I say something funny?"

"Evoking my title. You little tease. You really want me to own your body, don't you? Put you in your place."

Ahsoka's eyes widened. For some reason, hearing that, it drove her crazy. Heat seized her slender, muscular frame. She wanted that more than she could say! But she didn't want to put herself at risk, didn't want to go too far, didn't want Padme to change her mind! All she knew was that if Padme pulled away, walked out that door and back to her master, she'd cry. She really would. She just wanted- well, she wanted Padme. She just wasn't sure whether or not she could allow herself to take her, or if it was possible, or why she thought it was a permissible thing to think about, let alone act upon.

"Hey, don't go too far in that cute little head of yours. There's two of us here." A soft hand stroked her face. It was almost as if the senator knew. As if she could look deep into the midichlorians that made up Ahsoka's soul and read them like a book. The older female smiled at her and said in a voice like silver, "You have to learn to be more confident. I'm standing here, playing with your precious parts, and you still think I'm about to reject you… that you need to hide these parts of yourself away. It's adorable. It's so, so cute, but you should embrace how lovely you are, inside and out." Padme's eyes were so full of lust, half-lidded, that they almost appeared a darker brown than usual.

Ahsoka's belly tingled, her cock throbbed all over. She wanted to put it in Padme's mouth, no, she wanted to put it in- Her eyes lowered, to Padme's midriff. That's what she wanted: to rub her dick all over that toned belly, to coat it with her fluids, and then pull those pants down; and then she wanted to part the thighs of the woman who belonged to her mentor; she wanted to see Padme's face as she pushed inside, what sort of expressions she would make. But she couldn't say any of that out loud, especially not when this human woman just kept calling her "cute". Cute cute cute. How could she build any confidence when Padme looked down on her like that, and kept- kept playing with all her dick-feelers and treating them like they were adorable?! Sometimes, she even teased her fingertips around each inch-long little tendril, dozens of which grew from her cock, giggling when it coiled around her fingers, and then the white-clad woman would break away, go back to Ahsoka's base, and start pumping her off again.

It felt amazing. The little Togruta did this to herself, occasionally, but usually she couldn't stand the shame, and she gave up after a few strokes. She had only managed to climax twice in her lifetime, and they had not felt worth it because the thoughts afterwards were so unpleasant, and it was difficult to dispose of the mess discreetly with the color and amount that she produced. At some point, it seemed more appealing to suffer, unfulfilled.

So, still meek and feeling tiny, she said, "Cute? Lovely? I… guess…?"

"Cute and powerful, with an equally adorable dick. Ahsoka, you need to embrace yourself. I mean… Anakin's padawan has to be amazing. He's not just anyone, you know. So why should you act like you're unworthy?"

A strange feeling rose up in her. Hearing his name. Her cock throbbed harshly, and she set her mouth firmly to keep any noise from slipping out.

Padme saw the shift in Ahsoka's expression immediately. She licked her lips, coating the pale petals in a sheen of saliva, dark eyes glimmering with wicked lust. With a voice tinged in feigned concern, she said softly, half-teasing, "What's the matter? Does it upset you when I bring up Ani?"

"Yes…."

"Speak up."

"It bothers me when you bring him up! I-I hate it!"

"Why?"

Ahsoka didn't answer and Padme licked her lips. "Hate" was a powerful word amongst the Jedi. This was the second emotional padawan-learner she had heard profess hatred toward something in such a manner. There was something thrilling about it. This was that thing the Jedi spoke about, wasn't it? The Dark Side. Yet, Ahsoka was so enraptured by her that she couldn't help but embrace it. And Padme, just like with Anakin, couldn't find it in herself to push the girl out of that mindset.

She couldn't let the girl turn away from her, "gather her senses" about how this was wrong, how she was betraying her master. Ahsoka needed to embrace this, embrace Padme; and she needed a push to get there. But positive reinforcement just wasn't working. She'd already figured out how to make this adorable Padawan's switch flip.

It was him.

"But I'm with you right now. Aren't you the one, no doubt, thinking about how you don't have the right to touch me because of him?"

"O-of course I don't have the right!" Ahsoka gasped, shaking her tendrilled head. "Padme, please… it's just, I love Anakin, he's like a big brother to me, and it'd make him so sad if… if I did what I want to do to you."

"Really? Tell me what you want to do." She voiced it like a suggestion at first, but when the blushing young girl avoided eye contact, trembling and biting one plump bottom lip, Padme repeated herself, but with a cold, commanding voice this time. The voice of a Naboo Queen. "Tell me, this instant."

"I want to… I-I want to make it so you can't ever think about him again. I want to- o-oh, Padme, I want to- I want to kiss you all over. I want to lick you, and-and suck on your breasts. More than that! I want to… I'm so perverted that I even want to play with your bottom. I want to see what it looks like naked, from behind and, and with my hands on it. I want you to… to whisper in my ear that you'll never be with him again! That I'm…."

Padme smiled faintly at Ahsoka's clumsy, adolescent confessions. How adorable that she was so inexperienced, but intensely passionate with the fire of youth. There was urgency in the senator's tone when she whispered, "Go on."

"That I'm the only one who can please you."

"You want me to be yours alone."

"Y-Yes…."

"And yet I have my mouth an inch from your cock and you haven't shoved it inside me yet. It doesn't really feel like you want me that badly." Padme feigned a frown, shrugging loosely, "Anakin, when we were in a room alone for the first time, pinned me down and-"

Ahsoka realized then and there. The only way she'd get that lovely mouth to stop spewing Sky Guy's name was by plugging it up. The only way to achieve the monstrous dream of making Padme hers was by sticking herself in all of Padme's hidden places. Otherwise, those dark eyes wouldn't gleam like that , as if there was something inside them, as if Padme had some… inner secret inside, like that secret was waiting for Ahsoka to come find it.

But that was exactly it. She was waiting for Ahsoka.

That's why she opened her mouth eagerly, letting loose a despicable moan, as Ahsoka pressed the tip of her shaft against Padme's mouth, and started to push inside. It was a moan of appreciation, of pure, utter devotion. She loved on Ahsoka's cock with her tongue, teasing each feeler as she had with her fingers, and she reached out and gripped her ballsack, squeezing it hungrily.

Ahsoka shifted on the bed, gripped Padme's silky brown hair, and started to thrust away with the best of her ability. But she'd never done anything like this. Not even with her hands; when she did masturbate those few times, it was gently, unsure of herself. This was entirely new territory! Padme's face was so exciting it felt like Ahsoka was boiling all over, not to mention the feeling of her hot, wet mouth, her tongue scraping against the skin of her stiff sex. Padme teased every inch of her. The tongue of someone experienced, the oral skills of a senator, of a woman who knew what she was doing. Up and down, all around, each feeler getting a taste of tongue, along with the entire length, until she was soaked with spit.

All the while, Padme bobbed her head up and down, taking her deep into her throat. Ahsoka grew teary-eyed. She wanted to dominate this mouth, to show why she was better than Anakin, but already… already the dripping wet heaven was proving to be too much. She couldn't stand it. Couldn't take it anymore! She was… she was going to cum. In a few short seconds, she was going to drench Padme's throat, and she didn't even have the decency to warn her about it! She wanted to, but when she opened her mouth, the only sound Ahsoka's mouth was capable of making was-

"Pad-mmmmm, P-admmm I-uhmmMHH!" She just kept moaning like crazy, all-the-while staring into those hypnotizing cocoa orbs. Padme didn't break contact. Ahsoka's trim hips had never moved as fast as they did now.

Then Ahsoka's eyes slid shut, and she came harder than she herself thought was possible.

Padme, of course, was expecting it. She'd felt the pulsing increase in the ballsack which she lovingly squeezed and teased her palm and fingernails across, and each individual tendril on Ahsoka's cock started to quiver and push against her throat, pushing it wider, teasing the insides, as if in preparation for something…

But nothing could prepare the senator for what hit her. It was a flood, it was the most delicious river of cum she'd ever tasted. Spurt after spurt suddenly came rushing in, and she took it all.

Ahsoka's grip on the back of her head tightened. "I-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," the padawan whispered, and Padme realized the girl wasn't talking to her… the Togruta continued to pound away into her throat, even as tears of guilt streamed down her cheek. She was sorry to the one she had stolen this moment from - her master.

As it turned out, however, Padme had not managed to swallow all of her new playmate's load. Because there was more than one. The next torrent took her by surprise - and she pulled off her thick implement, gagging slightly as the thick blue fluid spilled down her lips and along her chin, down the sides of her neck. And still she was elated to be coated in it, to have this adorable padawan's thick, syrupy essence all over her. She only wished there were more of it for her to bathe in.

"I-I shouldn't have done that. I betrayed him. H-How could you let me do that to you? How could you put my disgusting thing in your perfect mouth; how could you taint yourself this way!? You're supposed to be a good person, a senator, and yet you're… you're nothing but-"

"What?" Padme's head tilted slightly to one side, globs of thick cum still sliding down along her throat. Her tone was playful, but with a slight hint of a challenge. "I'm what, Ahsoka?"

"A good person would tell me to stop. To turn my eyes away from you."

"That seems like a boring, dangerous view of the galaxy, Ahsoka."

"You… you know that I-I… l-love you- like you a lot."

The corners of her eyes crinkled at the accidental confession. "Mmm. I'm glad you do."

"But you're with Sky Guy."

"That's right."

"And you're going to stay with him."

"Maybe, but that doesn't mean I'll always be with him. Feelings are complicated, Ahsoka."

"You don't love me."

The hollowness of the padawan's confession brought a crease to Padme's forehead. She laid a hand on her thigh as she began tenderly, "We don't know each other very well. I'm sorry. But I love your body, and your adorable little mind… and if you give yourself to me and stop acting so… well, so stubborn, I'm sure I'll grow to love all of you, inside and out. I promise."

"…I-I can't stand thinking about you and him. Are you going to go sleep with him tonight? After… after this?"

"Ahsoka, please, don't think about-"

"T-Then get out. Go back to Sky Guy." When she saw the senator's mouth open again, she snapped, "GO."

Padme didn't put up a fight. She knew she didn't have to. Ahsoka was upset about it, but she would wander back, because she couldn't help herself. She would try to claim Padme as hers again, probably in a few days even, and the trip to their destination was at least a fortnight. She could settle in comfortably, and wait for Ahsoka to come to her, and she had many ways to draw her in, many of which flooded through her mind like a flipnote.

She didn't have any moral qualms about it. For a woman like Padme Amidala, being worshiped like this was something she couldn't resist. Perhaps if it was anyone but Ahsoka…. She would take such good care of the Togruta girl - teach her to love herself, love her body. If she wanted Padme's pussy, she really could have it; she just had to take what she wanted. But for the time being-

"Very well. Goodnight, Ahsoka."

No answer came.

Padme walked out of the room, and moaned as she appreciated the taste still on her tongue: Ahsoka's cum. So much tastier than Ani's, thicker, full of specks of life she wanted deposited in her dripping wet hole. She needed it. Needed that squirming thing, deep inside her. Nothing else would satisfy her now.

Despite what Ahsoka thought about it, Padme didn't touch Anakin that night. She had no interest in him in that way right now. Instead, she rubbed her clit and writhed in bed, imagining the moment when Ahsoka finally got the willpower to pin her down and stuff her cock somewhere even sweeter than her mouth; and in another bed Ahsoka was indeed thinking of Padme: tossing and turning, the padawan-learner imagined her master putting the ship on auto-pilot, having R2D2 handle everything, and pinning Padme down. She imagined the human man plunging himself deep up into someone she desperately wanted to make her own, and yet she'd dismissed Padme.

Would the senator have truly let her do other things, explore further, if she didn't kick her out?

Lonely, Ahsoka stroked herself off, eyes brimmed with frustrated tears. A single load hadn't nearly been enough - and even if it brought her the usual amount of shame, she wasn't capable of controlling her urges anymore.

Her mind, her body, only wanted one thing.