Ahsoka shuddered as Padme leaned over her, and pressed their lips together. Her mouth was plump, the kiss beyond assertive; the girl gasped, using it as an opening, she shoved her tongue between Ahsoka's lips. Panting heavily, drooling into the kiss, the white-clad senator peered into Ahsoka's face, before drawing back, pushing her chest forward. The action caused her breasts to bounce right in front of the padawan's face. Such pretty nipples….

Ahsoka was seized by the desire to suck on them, to roll her tongue around those pink swollen tips. Padme's upper half, her porcelain skin, seemed destined to be soiled by Ahsoka; the lustful young Togruta wanted to smear kisses all across Padme's abdomen and tits, she wanted to leave bright red marks, proof that she was there, all over the older woman.

Except those thoughts were forbidden. Ahsoka desperately tried to crawl backwards, away from Padme, but the toned older female didn't let her get away. Padme reached out, and in a heartbeat had Ahsoka's wrists pinned down, and their faces only a few inches apart.

"Why are you still… I'm doing what feels right," Padme murmured, biting her bottom lip. "Do you not want me? Am I not beautiful?"

"Of course you're beautiful, what are you saying?" The dark-skinned alien whispered urgently, "But you're… you're with Skyguy. Even after saying you love me, even after everything, I-I can't accept your feelings. If you weren't married, perhaps…. You will have to find satisfaction with Anakin, not me."

Padme closed her eyes and imagined trying to banish the heat in her body by partnering with the man she sometimes was convinced she was in love with, and a terrifying loneliness flooded her; Anakin Skywalker was an adequate lover but there had always been something missing. Right now the answer to what was clear. Padme's heart, desires, were aimed in a different direction now. Ahsoka… this adorable, brave Togruta with the perfect, lithe young body, beautiful soul, and strange, fat cock were all she could think about.

No, she didn't want Anakin's boring dick to stuff and stretch her aching, empty hole - she needed Ahsoka's gargantuan equine member in her pussy, flooding her womb, its many tentacles stroking her insides and dripping profusely within her. She wanted Anakin's padawan, not him. Nothing, nobody else, was acceptable; yes, that was her truth.

"I don't want Ani, Ahsoka. I want you. So please. Let's just…." The brunette ambassador's eyes shined, dark with pure desire, as she reached down and cupped Ahsoka's face with both hands. Her cream-colored skin was flushed, her cheeks apple-red beneath her enticing dark gaze. The Togruta stared back in horror, recognizing that the responsible woman, the senator that put Anakin and the galaxy first, was gone in the wake of a far stronger force: lust. She was a woman right now, with needs that needed to be satiated. They were just a pair of bodies with perfect compatibility, it was clear that was all Padme saw…!

Except no. The hands that stroked her face so softly were filled with a supreme tenderness. Padme was staring into her with not just lust, but a secret, forbidden affection… one that flowed freely through Ahsoka herself. If they did this, Ahsoka wouldn't be able to go back to normal. She wouldn't be able to handle seeing Anakin with her, already disapproved of that relationship. Ahsoka's eyes shot wide as Padme's plump mouth crushed against hers again.

In both of them, all the memories of Anakin were fading away.

"I'm scared, Padme. These feelings… they're not new to me, but y-you've never made a move on me before. Are you sure… that you won't…."

"Won't what?"

"Regret me. Regret loving me?"

Padme's heart swelled, and for a moment, all lust abated. She exhaled softly, staring down at the innocent face so full of tender affection.

"Who in the world could regret you?"

"Master Wendel for one. And she's a Jedi." Ahsoka pouted.

Padme smiled. "If I've learned anything about the Jedi Order in my dealings over the years with you, it's that being a Jedi without regret is the true abnormality. Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi Wan's master, regretted not freeing Anakin's mother, for one, and Obi Wan felt much the same. He told me as much, and that if only he'd trained more, he might've been able to take on Darth Maul properly, and save his master. The list goes on - my point being that you cannot live in fear, and they teach that to you, as well, don't they?"

"That can mean a great deal of things. A natural fear compelling one to use caution is healthy. But Padme, why now? W-With him nearby. Don't you think that makes it… I-I don't know. Why didn't you say anything?"

"I said nothing because you're Anakin's padawan. But these feelings aren't new, or spur of the moment; they have been building for a long time. I'm not being mindless when I say that I want you, want to touch you."

The Togruta stared at Padme, still so full of doubt. She could tell she would have to open more of her heart if her body were to finally be able to claim what it had craved for so many desolate nights.

"I said nothing because I didn't want it to be true… knew it would be complicated. But once I noticed your massive crush on me, how much you want me, well… the rest is history." She licked her lips. "You're the cutest, Ahsoka. I want to make you mine, I couldn't want it any other way."

"Uhm. You… really think I'm cute?" Ahsoka blushed, stammering. "Really love me?"

Padme bit her lip to keep from grinning too widely, face a mask of excitement as she nodded vigorously. "Of course I think you're cute. The most adorable little Togruta in the galaxy… and with the most adorable parts in the world, too." Padme reached for Ahsoka's waistband again. "Well, 'little' would be inaccurate, but you get the idea."

"O-Oh Padme, when you say stuff like that…." She trailed off.

Padme grinned, giggling, "What? Does it make you want to stuff your big alien dick in me? Good. Fill me up, why not? I can't come up with a single reason why we shouldn't."

"I-I can come up with like a thousand! Padme, p-please!"

Padme pumped her fist up and down Ahsoka's spasming, hungry organ, lovingly caressing each finger-length tendril. "This thing really is huge. I doubt it's even going to fit inside me."

Ahsoka panted. "A-All the more reason you shouldn't want it, right?"

It was the opposite, really. The fat, colossal slab of orange-tinged dark meat, the weeping tapered tip, seemed the perfect size and shape to banish the dripping emptiness within the poor senator. Padme was burning up, all over but especially between her thighs. Her clitoris was tingling in a way it never had before, ready to be rubbed by the hands she had pinned to the floor. Her inner walls flexed around nothing in preparation for the inevitable intrusion of Togruta cock.

One last show of resistance, for Master's sake. That was how Ahsoka saw it; she wanted this more than she could say, but wanted to be completely sure she had resisted in every way possible. "Let's just forget all of this, go back to normal! I feel guilty-"

The senator interrupted, in a firmer voice now, "I'm the one married to Anakin, I'm the one who should feel guilty… but I don't. He doesn't fulfill my needs, emotional or otherwise. I care for him, as I care for many people. But you and I are different - more connected. Let's touch each other, Ahsoka, and grow to know each other more deeply than anybody else. I've already told you things even Ani doesn't know. I'll tell you everything."

Ahsoka shuddered. "We'll belong to each other?"

"Mhm."

"So… i-if I said… don't touch Skyguy for the next eleven days… w-what would you say?" Finally, the padawan was getting bolder. Cheeks blushing dark, eyes shining, Ahsoka made the most delicious sight, that slight pout making her full lips even more kissable.

"I'd say I thought you 'didn't want to upset Master.'"

Ahsoka looked away. "...I-I'm serious, and you're mocking me."

Padme knew that already. She resisted the urge to grin, to embrace the alien girl and rub their cheeks together, squealing with delight at how adorable she was acting.

"I'd say… okay, Ahsoka. So long as you let me put a chastity-lock on your cock."

"A-A what?!"

"You've never heard of one? It is pretty archaic, I suppose. It goes around your dick right here." She grabbed the base of Ahsoka's cock, palming it hungrily. "Even at far distances, it sends out messages if you tamper with it, or do anything at all. If you try to get off without me, I'll know about it. If I don't get to have satisfaction with my husband, why should you with your hands? That way, we both have to behave until we meet in secret next."

The mere idea of that-!

"P-Padme!" Ahsoka suddenly hugged Padme tight, her body on fire with desire. "Of course I will! I-I love you!" Ahsoka couldn't hold back anymore. As inevitable as the force, her feelings took over her body, forcing her into action. She could not live by the Jedi ways right now, couldn't abandon this reckless passion.

And though Padme had expected Ahsoka to comply, she hadn't been expecting the readiness. It made her heart flutter even more than her loins, knowing that this crush burned so brightly within Ahsoka's chest. She drew back from the embrace to look into the Togruta's features.

"Ahsoka… are you sure you'll be able to handle that? We both know how insatiable you truly are, beneath all that training."

"I can handle it," she promised without even a moment's hesitation, already grinding their hips together. "For you, I could endure any torture. You know as well as I do that if you hadn't been advancing on me so much, I could have put up with my urges."

Amusement twinkled in Padme's eyes. "You may have a point. Still, eleven days…"

"Having to go without… without doing that, it won't even test my resolve. I promise. Before you, I-I didn't really think about that stuff. Master Wendel came on to me - tempted me into confronting my desires."

"I believe you. But I don't want to think about Master Wendel right now - I want to think about you. About enjoying each other before we have to go without for eleven days."

They locked lips desperately, eyes shining as their tongues danced. Ahsoka, trembling like a little leaf, held Padme's thighs firmly apart as she finally positioned her humongous dick right near Padme's entrance, starting to push inside slowly. Padme winced, bracing her hands on the Togruta's shoulders, her breathing heavy.

'E-Easy, Ahsoka, not used to something this big." Padme whispered, and her protests were suddenly cut off. She started to moan, eyes shooting very wide, as Ahsoka's dick-tendrils, all the dozens of little feelers, began to squirm around inside her and stroke her ridged inner walls as Ahsoka forced her dick inside, pushing past the muscular ring that sealed her molten, glistening sex away. Padme's pretty pink pussy parted with a wet squelch, the feelers doing their job. All of Padme's muscles relaxed, and she let loose a long, heavy sigh, and came-

The human woman clearly didn't expect it. Her hand flew down to her clit.

"I-I'm- oh!" Glistening slick splattered down Ahsoka's dick. The padawan bit back her own orgasm, eyes rolling back as she felt Padme's inner muscles squirming around her. The senator's pussy wanted her load inside, it was obvious, but she fought back that urge - she wasn't even halfway inside yet. Padme shouted, straining almost violently against her, slamming her fist into the ground and thrusting her crotch toward Ahsoka's. Another few inches slammed their way inside with a squelching wet noise. Shaking her hips in a circle, Padme stared right into the Togruta's eyes.

"In! Push it all the way in-MMMMM!"

Ahsoka cut her off with a few harsh, rapid thrusts, and after her fourth stroke she fulfilled her new lover's wishes, sinking deep into her wonderful core. It was heaven. Ahsoka never wanted to pull out. Her cock-tendrils were squirming like crazy, doing their job, teasing Padme's inner walls and keeping her desperate for the spread. Ahsoka's most thick part, the swollen knob at the base, had not even been sunk inside her yet.

Why had she been hesitating? Why was a small part of her screaming, still hesitating? She couldn't, didn't want to understand this, or what they were doing, or what their relationship was now, or what it meant and how it would affect Anakin.

All that mattered was the clash of their bodies, the rapid, thrusting pace of hips, her relentless lust.

Padme ran her hands up and down her pretty plaything's lekku, teasing her nails along the flesh; at the same time she flexed her inner muscles, tightened around the Togruta. Between a chorus of moans, she murmured, "That's it, Ahsoka. Embrace that heat, find your rhythm. You look so beautiful jabbing that into me."

Padme curled their fingers together, smiling. Ahsoka felt her eyes welling with tears, even as her hips began to move faster.

"Oh, Padme. I want to do this with you all the time."

"We can… so long as we're able to steal away from everyone. I want it too, Ahsoka. Desperately. Not just once. I need you, your cock…." Padme closed her eyes and just let herself feel it, the thrashing, pounding sensation of Ahsoka's alien member inside her. Her guts felt like they were being rearranged, her inner walls stretched further than they ever had been. The big bulb at the bottom hadn't even been pushed inside yet.

Such a miasma of sensations, some odd, some almost uncomfortable, but they all mixed together to create the perfect concoction of bliss- She opened her eyes. And with the perfect sight too: Ahsoka's worried face, hungry eyes, her rapidly thrusting away hips… Padme couldn't get enough of any of it.

She cupped it, feathering kisses all over the young girl's lovely face.

"Y-You make me feel so-so pretty, Padme."

What heartfelt, vulnerable words. The senator had to make it clear just how much she wanted this, so there could be no more hesitation.

"You are pretty. You're perfect, Ahsoka Tano, and I don't use the term lightly. Your flesh, so worthy of licking and biting, your eyes, so easy to get lost in, your cock, conquering my human cunt so easily. Such a crude word, cunt, and yet- when your cock is in it, that's the only thing it can be. A filthy human hole. With every thrust my clit tingles, I feel this pulse in my belly. When your lovely cock enters my insides, all those little tentacles stroking and teasing weak spots I didn't know existed, I feel whole, feel satisfied,for the first time. Your eyes make me even more sure… You've ruined me for everyone else, I only want you."

"I bet you say the same things to Skyguy," Ahsoka gasped, shaking her head. She didn't believe it, but her body did.

Padme moaned shrilly, back curling. The violent thrashing of the padawan's tentacock sent a rush of heat to the senator's clit, and she suddenly fell silent, body shaking under the thrall of a small, unexpected orgasm, her eyes growing unfocused. She bit her bottom lip and stared, eyes half-lidded, at Ahsoka, smiling lazily.

"Come here." She extended her arms, and Ahsoka fully embraced the senator. Padme hugged her tight, kissing her lovingly. "Good girl. Now it's time for you to pour yourself inside. All of it, okay?"

"P-Padme? You… really want me to-"

She kissed the Togruta's full, dark lips. "Shhh.," she whispered between hungry licks and presses of her mouth. "Shh, just… do it. I'll take care of everything."

Ahsoka, swallowing hard, finally let her desperate self-control come crashing apart. She came, hips shaking violently.

"Ahsoka," Padme whispered, voice trembling as she leaned slightly over, placing a daring kiss on the Togruta's lovely, full lips. Their mouths melted together, as Ahsoka dumped everything out inside, soaking Padme's insides once more. She thrust as deep as she could, seated her knot against Padme's tight, muscular ring. Her pussy slowly stretched, taking Ahsoka's huge knot inch by slow, steady inch, all while her inner walls were plastered with thick cum. "That's it - let it all out!"

Ahsoka nearly screamed as Padme reached up and gently touched the young alien's lekku. A shock of pure bliss shot through Ahsoka, and before she knew it, she was cumming a second time, right after the first; at the same time Padme reached down with her other hand and squeezed the full, heavy base of Ahsoka's seed sack, the throbbing knot pulsing. Inside, that monstrous, squirming beast of a dick flexed and pulsed, pumped rope after thick rope.

She'd never felt anything quite like this. Padmé's deep cocoa eyes guided her through the whole thing. She spent her cock inside, the many tendrils spurting the creamy, thick contents of her seed sack, until Padmé's belly began to swell slightly, as if she was bloated. If she wasn't taking some form of contraception, Padme wouldn't stay childless for long.

Ahsoka, pupils flared, stared at the senator's belly, the evidence of their indiscretions staring her right in the face. She'd cum inside Padmé, she'd pushed her genetic fluid into the guts of the woman that belonged to a man who loved her as a father, a brother.

Of course, Senator Amidala quickly banished all that guilt with her touch. "M-mmm…." Padmé ran her hands up and down her new lover's

body, her shoulders and belly. "So good, Ahsoka. But you've got more for me, don't you? You're still wiggling around inside me, still so stiff."

Ahsoka whimpered when the human woman clutched her swollen balls again, wringing the sensitive sack roughly, feeling up the flesh until her knot was stiff and hard above her hand again. Padmé was right. Ahsoka still had so much more to give, her dick needed to cum more and more, but she didn't want to admit it.

Would this reluctance, this feeling of wrongness, ever go away?

Padmé pulled herself off of Ahsoka's cock, and the alien member squirmed desperately in the air, stretching out in Padmé's direction like outstretched fingers. Padmé stared at Ahsoka's cock like it was the most beautiful thing, her dark eyes gleaming, and she licked her lips. The senator felt disturbingly empty, needed something to squeeze around, and soon. Had to be Ahsoka.

"Don't worry, pretty thing… we're not done yet." Padmé giggled softly as she stroked the cum-soaked, tendrilled shaft with her hand, the many members trekking across her palm, wrist, forearm, and fingers, desperate for more of her touch. Ahsoka's honest feelings….

The Togruta girl scowled, fists clenched. Her far-too-honest genitals were going to be the death of her, she was sure of it. But there was no way she would ever be able to resist the power of the one she loved.


Another hour passed before either of them were satisfied. Not that they stopped there. They had sex almost every day until they made it to their destination, the planet Carris. They did so discreetly… most of the time. Others were more risque. Those times, Ahsoka panted, taut with anxiety, and yet she couldn't stop herself from pleasing the Naboo senator. Padme, as agreed, didn't sleep with her husband - or at least that's what she claimed.

And it was true. Padme Amidala was so focused on the Togruta girl now in her vision, that she had failed to do her "wifely duties." Anakin, focused on the mission, and distraught over how upset Ahsoka had been, and how she now seemed to be avoiding him, didn't notice their affair.

When they plunged into the orbit of Carris, they got an odd signal. Anakin deciphered it, and realized it was a warning from the original person who had sent for an ambassador. Between the time of their original request to join the senate and their arrival, the planet had been overtaken by the slavers that had, in previous generations, reigned supreme over the globe.

Anakin just managed to get the shields up in time, before they were ambushed. A half-dozen fighters drove into sight, blasting in their direction. Ahsoka took the rear guns. Anakin had to use every ounce of his skill to avoid the ship getting blown to bits. It was cast this way and that as Ahsoka's master jerked at the controls, flying them out of harm's way, all while eliminating the targets by using their own weapons against them. It was always a pleasure seeing Anakin fly, especially in combat; his focus took in all, from the enemy fire to his own guns, the lack of having a co-pilot to fire the secondary gun, and without Artoo it made it harder as he now had to manually revert shields to engines or take the guns to shields.

"Careful!" Ahsoka shouted as their ship was violently jostled, the rear guns taken down. It almost sent Padme to the ground. The padawan caught the older woman and glared at her mentor. Anakin flashed her an aggravated glance, half-smiling.

"I'm sorry. Would you like me to ask them nicely to stop shooting at us?"

Padme observed the interaction and smiled. She sat in the rear seat. Their sex being interrupted by violence didn't dispel the desire in her body, and now that Anakin had things under control the lust was starting to rampage through her again. Ahsoka gave her a worried look, which Padme met with an intense, heated glance full of suggestion. The senator bit her bottom lip, glanced downward, stared brazenly at Ahsoka's crotch.

Standing near Anakin's right, Ahsoka hastily forced her eyes away. What was Padme thinking?! Looking at her like this in front of her own husband, Ahsoka's master! Despite not being able to see Padme anymore, she could practically feel the human woman's gaze piercing into her back, blistering hot. Her heart scampered in her chest, and she felt her body answer Padme's, a tug down south making her undergarments feel obscenely tight.

A blow pierced the shields of the ship, and Ahsoka gasped, just managing to catch herself as they took damage, intense reverberations rocking through the body of the ship. Anakin flashed her another angry look.

"What are you doing? Are you trying to get yourself killed? You can't help me, just sit down!"

At that exact moment, perhaps it was fate, the ship took a huge blow, sending Ahsoka back into the seat right next to the woman she was avoiding, the woman who claimed to belong to her. Who drained her cock for hours, until her belly was fat…! "I'm screwed," the Togruta whispered to herself.

She was. Even now, it seemed Padme was determined to not behave. When the ship took another blow, she threw herself onto Ahsoka, feigning a dramatic gasp, as if it was an accident. She cast her entire body across the young togruta, limbs wrapped around her as she pulled Ahsoka's cock out of her skirt, and hastily pushed her pants down. She glanced back at her husband, made sure he was focused on the battle at hand, and pushed Ahsoka into herself.

"Mmm, you're doing wonderful, Ani; keep us safe. Ahsoka will take care of me."

Padme's near-black eyes shimmered with pure lust. She let out tiny, weak sounds of satisfaction, trapped behind her own hands, as she sunk down upon her Togruta stud.

Ahsoka gasped, eyes shooting wide. Such a filthy thing! So she thought, but she couldn't stop her body from moving. She was sure that she was born to do this, fated to pleasure this perfect human senator with her soft-featured face, her deep brown eyes, full lips, and deep, cocoa curls. Ahsoka gripped her hips, and took her in secret, tendrils straining, slithering along Padme's insides, equine shaft plunging deep.

Despite what a filthy act it was, despite the way Ahsoka silently, relentlessly thrusted up into the human woman, there was an undeniable warmth in her gaze. Pure affection shimmered in the Togruta girl's face; not for the first time she wondered how they could ever go back to normal after this, how she could ever look at Padme Amidala and not want to fill her up, feel the woman's moans pressed against her ear, feel their hot, sticky flesh pressed against each other. How she could handle not being able to be together.

But then again, Padme said they could be together, belong to each other. All she had to do was embrace Senator Amidala, settle into the idea of sharing her, at least in some ways.

But that thought just made her angry. Why should she share what was rightly hers, that which Anakin could never truly appreciate?

The ship jolted, sending Ahsoka further up into her crush, glancing down at where she was pierced Padme gasped again, a slight bulge forming in her belly as the full eight inches of Ahsoka penetrated her dripping core. Aggravated still, the girl thrust slowly, determined to make a permanent mark on her lover's body.

She certainly did. Padme would never forget this. For the first time ever, Padme was utterly satisfied and stretched to completion. Sitting on her lap like this allowed for it to get even deeper than it had been the night before. Her shrill gasp drew Anakin's attention, escaping the cage of her hands.

"Padme! Are you alright?"

Ahsoka's eyes widened, panic setting in as Anakin began to turn to face them, worried; but as he did the ship was suddenly blasted, throwing both Ahsoka and Padme sideways. The way they tumbled sent Padme onto her belly, with Ahsoka above her. No longer riding in her lap, Ahsoka now had the older woman's ass still against her crotch, her cock still sealed deep inside Padme, but now her pert, still-developing chest was pressed against the senator's back.

"S-She's okay," Ahsoka cried back weakly.

Padme, in a lustful daze, didn't say a word, just rolled her hips in a slow, steady circle, working herself up and down Ahsoka's equine tentadick.

They had almost been caught, but her master's attention was now tracked fully on the battlefield in the skies above Lute once more. All sense told Ahsoka she should stop - that they should quit while they were ahead, before disaster truly struck.

Then she felt Padme orgasm, her inner walls contracting all around her cock; and instead of stopping Padme grabbed the togruta's hand, drawing it between her legs. Padme, eyes shut, expression almost peaceful, seemed to not care what happened next. She didn't care about anything but getting the relentless itch in her cunt destroyed, the ceaseless desire. She needed it destroyed by something specific, the horse-like monstrosity currently twitching and gaping, stretching her slick inner walls.

Ahsoka grit her teeth, and didn't stop… In fact, a strange frenzy seemed to take over her body. She stared at the back of Anakin's head for a moment, then back at Padme, and leaned down, nuzzling the woman's throat as she began to fuck into Padme, truly giving it her all. She didn't care either - the Force would dictate everything as it had thus far. They would slam their bodies together… and if fate decreed they would be caught, then perhaps those were just the cards meant for them.

Ahsoka felt a rush of euphoria as she finally let go of all her morals. The immense hose of her cock plunged deep into Padme's wanton sex, nasty slick noises hidden by the general sound of space combat, along with the constant shifting of Anakin's body as he fumbled with the controls. Panting softly, Ahsoka came, dumping herself into Padme with desperate, rapid thrusts.

"WOOHAH! Got another one!" Anakin yelled. The poor man was entirely unaware of his lover's disloyalty, was entirely unaware that Padme had not just given herself away, but also that precious part of her which, even now, was still caked in Togruta sperm, the thick, potent fluid making Padme feel full, hot deep in her womb. That Ahsoka was currently gaping her pretty pink slit, massive dick plunging in and out of a place she'd promised him.

Ahsoka moaned in appreciation, stared at the back of Padme's ass, those thick, round cheeks pressed up against the lower part of her abdomen. With each thrust, Padme's taut rear jiggled against her, and everytime Ahsoka slammed herself in as hard as possible, as deep as she could, rivulets of girlcum erupted from Padme's pussy, soaking both their crotches - she could send Padme into microorgasms so easily.

It was the feelers. They did something to Padme - created the itch, making her inner walls swollen and sensitive, making her stretch. The human senator literally drooled, shaking her dark-haired head in disbelief. She really would swear off all other cock if Ahsoka made her do it. She'd do it, she'd commit to this alien dick which was conquering her cunt.

There was so much wetness! Ahsoka panicked, then her mind settled on a realization. She'd have to plug the brunette up with her knot, pump Padme's womb full again to avoid their "liquids" getting everywhere and revealing their indiscretions. There was no other way - or so her adolescent libido told her.

She palmed at Padme's breasts, toying with them through the clinging white fabric of her top. Padme shuddered, her eyes rolled back and she pushed her chest slightly forward, encouraging the contact. Ahsoka gripped more firmly, squeezed Padme's full, heavy breasts in her hands and gasped, hit by a forceful, dark thought.

'I want this body to be mine. I really… want to fill her up. With me. I want to see her belly get big, but not just cause my cum. B-Because she's… with my child.'

It was like the white-clad senator knew how treacherous her thoughts were, knew how much Ahsoka truly wished to possess her, because she reached back, and grabbed Ahsoka's ballsack, rubbing it lovingly, using only one hand to brace herself on the ship's floor.

The padawan closed her eyes, and surrendered to another orgasm. She pumped inside with a brutal pace, short, jerky motions as her cock unloaded, her entire body throbbing with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. A part of her wanted to be caught as she creampied the senator, just so Anakin could see what Padme's face looked like when she was really feeling good, but of course it would be far better if they didn't get caught.

The sounds of battle, Anakin's constant stream of background monologue as he fought off their enemies, plus the inevitable smashing of their crotches together, combined to create a faint and imperceivable mist of pink desire that overtook both females.

Padme's near-black eyes, so full of dark lust, echoed all of Ahsoka's feelings back at her. Padme had not quite realized it yet, but she was already addicted to Ahsoka's sweat, cum, her cock, her sounds.

Padme did, in fact, take contraception actively. But she also only had human lovers, and so had the most basic kind - such a thought didn't enter her mind. Their bodies had chemically bonded, Ahsoka's cum from the night before, and now, was already finding its way where it needed to go, and would couple with one of Padme's eggs.

Still, it wasn't enough. Ahsoka wanted more, needed more. She wouldn't be satisfied until Padme stopped moaning for her.

"Forgive me, Anakin," Ahsoka said quietly under her breath, and her hips began to piston, no longer bothering to hide her motions. Ahsoka's hand burrowed into the senator's fine cocoa hair, and taking her as if she was a dog, a bitch, Ahsoka broke Padme in. SHe worked her knot inside, plugging up her new favorite human's dripping slit.

"O-Ohhhh fuck," Padme wailed into her hand. The knot-pop, the feeling of it sliding home into her cunt, was truly delicious. She loved the burning stretch, how her mind swore she was going to burst because of how big it was, even as her pussy muscles flexed and massaged Ahsoka's swollen burden.

Inner walls clinging desperately to her, labia stretching from the effort of trying to keep her knot in, Ahsoka tugged her knot halfway out, groaning at the delicious display of pink, soaked flesh trying to trap her. She worked her cock in a slow circle.

Padme bit her lip, reaching down to rub her clit fast and vicious. Ahsoka thrust deep inside again, knot sliding back into place where it belonged. The senator's big, lovely breasts bounced with each heaving thrust, slick noises erupting as Ahsoka dragged her cock out, a slight gush of fluid erupting, before slamming forcefully back in.

Ahsoka made a choking noise, and her mind went blank as an orgasm suddenly struck her. She began to pump out her thick, copious cerulean cum, pouring it deep inside the human she had claimed as her own. Padme gasped in delight, back curling, and thrust to meet the incursion of fluid, spreading her thighs in a silent plea for more.

"A-Ahsoka, yes," Padme purred under her breath, "Just like that! That's just what I wanted, you're perfect. I do love you, I think I really do."

And Ahsoka believed it. Her dick throbbed, sealed inside her new partner. She glanced anxiously at her Master, the battle was finally reaching a finish. An expert pilot like Anakin Skywalker would never be defeated by a bunch of common thugs, but it truly had demanded all of his attention. Just as Ahsoka pulled her dick out, the two falling to each side of the long seat, Anakin spun around to face them; the time was… as Padme would later so aptly put it… "meant to be." Sweating, coated and glistening with sweat, the pair were leaning on opposite sides of the seat, away from each other, entirely unsuspicious. Ahsoka had managed to cast off her cloak in time to hide the puddle of moisture on the cushion beneath them, along with Padme's belly.

"See, that wasn't so bad.. It's gonna be far worse for the slavers once we get down there."

Padme spoke now, "We all heard that distress signal. We need to help the innocents left, and make a report back to the Republic."

"Y-Yes, let's get to the surface. And meanwhile, I think I should uh-" Ahsoka swept her eyes around and thought quickly, then smiled. Padme was staring at her oddly, curious why she should look pleased at a moment like this. "I'll take Padme to the med bay, or her quarters. She got a little hurt when she fell, seems quite exhausted."

"Exhausted?" Anakin grinned. "Then… her room, then." The Jedi cast his padawan learner a meaningful look, as if to say 'Shoo'.

Before Ahsoka could even come up with an excuse, Padme hurriedly said, "No, I think the med bay is a good idea. Ani, you rest up, I'll be in bed before you know it. I need to focus on getting better… for both of us."

"Sure, I guess so. Feel better, babe. I'll handle everything." He gave her a kiss on the sweaty forehead, then walked off to fix some blown component, entirely unsuspicious. "I'll comm you when it's time to go."

As the doors sealed shut behind Anakin, Padme burst into laughter, and let her thighs fall apart. "I-I can't believe we just did that," she said fondly, cuddling the Togruta girl beside her. The motion caused the liquid inside her to come spilling out, so much of Ahsoka's lovestuff. She gasped as she stared at the cerulean cream leaking out, down the senator's thighs, but Padme merely gathered it up with her fingers, and sucked the digits off.

"After you," Padme commented, winking and adjusting her pants and undergarments to prevent a big mess. Ahsoka, blushing so much she was sure her head had been dunked in fire, wondered what in the world she'd gotten herself into, what kind of woman she'd binded herself to.

Even with her lewdness, their risky play, Ahsoka couldn't bring herself to resent the kind, elegant human. If anything, the contrast between Padme's senator side and her darker nature made her even more enticing.

Ahsoka and Padme passed Anakin on his way back to the cockpit. He smiled at them, seeming distracted. "Hey, Snips. You take care of her, okay?"

Ahsoka realized a huge part of her was no longer feeling bad. Maybe it was the sensation of Padme's curvy, warm body pressed against her as she leaned on the padawan for support, but she had a feeling it was more than that. For better or worse, their bond had a power all its own.

As the two women headed down the corridor toward the small med bay, the Padawan was as resigned as the senator was overjoyed. They both knew what Padme meant when she said, "Oh, don't worry… she will."

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