CHAPTER 3
Ahsoka avoided Padmé like the plague the next day. The starship glided toward the shadowy reaches of space, Anakin deftly guiding them through various obscure hyperlanes toward the far Mid Rim. Whenever she spotted Padmé in the same corridor (and it wasn't a large vessel), the togruta padawan would bow her head, perform a swift 180, and busy herself as far from the senator as possible. At first, Padmé wasn't troubled. She assumed Ahsoka would tire of her game, but as the hours of hyperspace travel dragged on, she became worried, lonely, her dark cocoa eyes constantly seeking out the lovely alien girl, but never finding her.
Since Ahsoka wasn't playing fair, Padmé decided she wouldn't either.
When she overheard Anakin on his holo-comm, summoning Ahsoka to give her a mission update, the senator launched her counterattack. Feigning ignorance of his call, she used the one thing Anakin couldn't resist to draw him away from the cockpit: herself. She promised their dalliance would only take a few moments and that Ahsoka wouldn't even notice.
Anakin, starved from the previous two nights of no contact, yearned for her and instantly complied. Padmé convinced him to be risky, pulling him into the semi-dark corner in the hallway leading to the cockpit. Immediately, she pressed herself to him. Someone passing by would have to actively look for them, but she was confident that her plan would work. Even though Ahsoka was upset with her, staying distant, she wouldn't avoid her Master - she was too loyal a padawan to not come the moment Anakin called her. That pet-like, adorable quality was exactly what Padmé admired about her so much.
"We need to make this quick," Anakin said, breathing heavily. Neither humans stripped naked, just pushed clothing aside and down for easy access. He wet his fingers, rubbed his spit on her pussy, and a few seconds later, Anakin was inside her with no warning, no prep. That was how her husband did things, but she liked it rough, opposite her gentle demeanor. He wrapped her waist up in his big arms. Panting, huffing, the Skywalker man pounded ruthlessly into her.
Padmé moaned for him, put on a show, placed her hands on the wall of the ship's corridor and took him deep.
"Yes, yes I need it so bad! Fuck me Ani!"
"H-Hush, Padmé!" Anakin grunted, "You're being way, way too loud."
Of course she was. She was moaning as loud as she possibly could. She wanted, needed, Ahsoka to overhear.
Faint footsteps came from down the corridor. "Master! Please tell me we're not going to be on this ship for much longer, I can't stand being…." The girlish voice trailed off. Ahsoka Tano halted in the corridor, tilting her head. She swore she could hear soft, muffled moaning. Anakin had gone perfectly still, placing his hands over Padmé's mouth, but it was too late - the senator's sounds gave them away.
Ahsoka turned her head to the right, and saw them - absolutely shameless, and barely hidden.
"Ahh, S-Snips!" Anakin said awkwardly. The moment he'd heard Ahsoka's voice he'd pulled out, and began tucking himself away into his Jedi robes.
Padmé, standing directly behind him, shot Ahsoka a naughty smile, licking her lips and staring at the togruta's lower half. No reaction yet, but she knew it wouldn't take long. Ahsoka glanced back and forth between the two of them, eyes flashing.
"Y-You're supposed to be focusing on the mission, Master! What are you doing here!? And with her?"
"T-The Senator and I were just having a private conversation. Don't worry, R2 will-" Anakin trailed off when he noticed his padawan's foul expression, her genuine anger. His half-smile slipped away. "My bad. Won't happen again. We'll talk later, one-on-one." Anakin walked off, offering a small smile to Padmé and a wink.
The white-clad ambassador and jealous padawan were now alone.
"What do you think you're doing Senator Amidala!? You think Master and I are a game?"
The honorifics again. "Of course I don't. Do you think I am?"
Ahsoka fell silent.
"You won't even meet my eyes. Is it so horrible? That I want you?"
"I am going to be a jedi," Ahsoka said in a well-practiced, cold voice, as distant emotionally as possible. "You might tempt my master to… to do reckless things like this-" Ahsoka gestured at where the two had been coupling, "but I want nothing to do with it. We're not even friends, Padmé. I'm Anakin's padawan, and you're just-"
"The human woman you can't stop thinking about knocking up? Don't bother denying it. I know you've thought about it."
What could Ahsoka say to that? Nothing. So she didn't even try. She just walked away, back toward her own part of the ship.
She despised the truth. The senator was right. She had pictured the Amidala woman having a family with her, but not because she wanted to. It was an intrusive thought she would have rather lived without ever having experienced, and yet the fantasy kept visiting her.
Padmé smiled, and let her go- the jealousy, the anger in Ahsoka's eyes, said everything. She talked a big game, persisted in her distance, and clung to her self-control, but she would break.
Ahsoka Tano, even if she refused to admit it and desperately tried to deny this truth, wanted to be Padmé's.
"Tell Anakin that if he needs me, he can come see me, not the other way around!" Ahsoka called back over her shoulder, and then was gone.
A few minutes later the Naboo diplomat returned to the cockpit with Anakin, a big smile on her face. She took the co-pilot seat beside him, and considered her next move.
"You sure took your time. Girl talk?" Anakin questioned, not looking at her, his cheeks red.
"Something like that. She doesn't quite understand me yet, but she will."
He sighed. "I should've just let her rest. She's been in a mood lately."
"I can't imagine why."
"Hey uh," Anakin glanced toward the entrance to the cockpit, as if to assure himself no one was coming, his hair falling over his eyes. "Uhm, about... y'know." He glanced toward his still-stiff crotch.
"Want to?"
Padmé shook her head, her smile fading. "No. Sorry, Ani, I'm not in the mood anymore."
Their trip still had a calculated duration of a galactic day, too long for Ahsoka to avoid her entirely. The girl certainly tried, but Padmé had been keeping track of Ahsoka's routine. She noticed her husband's padawan only really did two things now, meditation in her quarters, or training in one of the small cargo holds, making the most of the negligible space to sweat out her urges; so, before the usual time Ahsoka set off to train, Padmé went in first.
She knew Ahsoka, like Anakin, was attracted to her in this white bodysuit, the white fabric clinging to her toned limbs, big breasts, round hips, and shapely posterior. When she heard the tell-tale pitter-patter of footsteps, she bent, pretended she was doing toe-touches.
"Oh," the padawan said when she entered the hold again only to see Padmé standing there, perfect ass staring toward her, as if lying in wait. Her alien genitals squirmed beneath her skirt.
Padmé beamed when she "noticed" her, straightening and turning to face her.. "There's my favorite girl!"
Anakin was piloting the ship, and had been focused on their mission since the "incident" occurred. They were entirely alone, and would be for a while. 'This is dangerous!' Ahsoka thought worriedly; the moment she saw the senator's disgustingly sexy lips start moving, and her bulge came to life even more, she made a u-turn and tried to leave.
"Wait!" Padmé blurted, "Wait! Stop being such a coward. Train with me, Ahsoka."
"No, thank you. I have no reason to train with someone who isn't a Jedi." Of course the real reason was she couldn't handle being alone with her; already, Ahsoka's body was stirring.
"So passive-aggressive. Say what you really want to say. You haven't been able to meet my eyes since you interrupted my private moment with Ani. Coward."
Coward again, but that wasn't even what lingered on her mind. It was 'Ani.' Hearing her call Skyguy that drove the togruta up the wall with jealousy. Jedi were supposed to be in control of their emotions, unattached, and Padmé ruined that.
Ahsoka inhaled sharply, and folded her hands together, deep in thought. She didn't want to keep walking away, acting so pathetic, but she didn't know how to be herself anymore. The padawan stared at Padmé long and hard, her big eyes full of many emotions. Finally, she just shook her head with a wry little smile.
"'Private moment'? You were right in the middle of… I-I hated seeing it. Hated it. Jedi aren't supposed to hate anything, you know. How could you?"
Padmé played innocent. "Well… there aren't that many places to go on this ship. I'm sorry you saw. Truly." When Ahsoka just stood there as silent and stiff as stone, Padmé shrugged. "But fine. I suppose I can go ask Ani if HE wants to… spar, instead."
That did it. Ahsoka spun, teeth clenched. "Blast it, fine. I'll do it with you, but if I win… you have to leave me alone, Senator Amidala. No more… no more looking at me like that, no more of that voice you do, no more trying to do anything dirty."
"And if I win, Ahsoka Tano?"
"...If you win? I-I don't know. I won't lose."
Senator Amidala licked her lips, and shot Ahsoka that lovely, soul-stopping smile she was renowned for. "Since you're so confident I'll keep my desired reward to myself, but fine… I accept your terms."
Sometimes, Ahsoka forgot just how formidable Senator Amidala really was - Anakin Skywalker would settle for nothing but the best, after all. The woman in the white bodysuit, smooth, creamy belly on display, flashed a pearly grin as she evaded moves that even other Jedi apprentices struggled to. Then again, Ahsoka was distracted by her thoughts, her movements felt like molasses, every plan she calculated to gain ground was as worthless as the last.
Padmé avoided one of her strikes, grinding her round ass up against the padawan's crotch. It was only for a brief moment, but it was enough to make Ahsoka shriek, lose all her composure as she backed away, hands dropping to her twitching nether-region.
Padmé, sensing her moment to get the upper hand, grinned and grabbed both of the togruta's wrists, flipping the younger woman onto her back. Ashoka's eyes widened, and she laid there, winded, not quite believing she'd been thrown so easily.
Padmé stared down at her, pale and imperious. "Get up," The woman murmured, voice sensual, eyes intoxicatingly dark.
Ahsoka, growling with rage, leapt to her feet and attacked the senator in a flurry of frustration. Sure, she was great with a lightsaber or two, but she was great at hand-to-hand as well. Yet all her training, all her experience, felt pointless when her eyes kept dropping down to stroke the shape of Padmé's body whenever the Senator moved, when she couldn't focus as those perfect, proud breasts bounced as Padmé leapt away, or maneuvered around her, swift on her feet.
Her lust was defeating her…. Was she that weak?
Padmé giggled when she noticed the squirming tendrils trying to burst out from under Ahsoka's skirts.
"Losing to me, getting dominated physically, it's turning you on… I think you might be a masochist, Ahsoka. Or maybe you just want to be mine."
She could not lose again. Ahsoka's fight with Jedi Master Lora Wendel played over in her mind, her humiliating defeat because of her body in that instance- but even with all her determination once more, her cock was her weakness. It was even worse with Padmé.
With Lora, she had been so unsure of herself, and while Master Wendel was beautiful, Ahsoka was starved for Senator Amidala. Her beauty just didn't compare to this bitch human's natural charm, her soft, alluring voice.
Ahsoka attacked again, using the force to propel herself forward. She would surely get the upper hand this time… except she didn't.
"You're not even trying," Padmé purred as she avoided every blow, even managing to catch one punch in her palm, raising one leg up to kick the togruta away, sending Ahsoka onto her back. The togruta sprang back up, dashing close again.
"You're losing because you WANT to fail, Ahsoka."
"Of course I don't want that!" Ahsoka snapped, her body a dark flurry. "I don't want anything to do with you! I don't like you!"
An image of the ship's corridor, Anakin behind the beautiful human woman she admired so much, his lips at her throat, rushed into the padawan's mind unbidden.
Padmé's eyes had seemed to scream: take me. Claim me. Yet the spot on her neck, a hickey, was left there by her Master. She resented him. And she resented the resentment too.
"I… I hate you!" She let her rage flow through her, and actually managed to land a few open-handed strikes, but in the next instant, Padmé had Ahsoka on her back again - shockingly strong and fast compared to togruta prey's lust-addled body.
Padmé clambered on top of the girl, firm, perfectly-shaped ass resting on her crotch. The dark-haired human dashed a tongue across her fuckable lips, and leaned close, chocolate eyes twinkling.
"You don't hate me. You're falling for me."
Ahsoka breathed heavily, shaking her head. "N-No, of course it's not that!"
"You want to be mine, Ahsoka. Why is it so hard to admit it? You'd rather lie, claim you hate me, embrace rage and deceit? Isn't that the path to the dark side?" Padmé raised her upper half until their breath mingled, and she used one hand to stroke the tendril that draped down the right side of Ahsoka's face, her lekku. The padawan gasped, bit her plump bottom lip, as a full-body shiver took hold. Those parts were truly, exceptionally sensitive, being stroked there was enough to make her want to admit that she was defeated.
"That's a d-dirty trick! Don't play with-"
"I'm gonna play with whatever I want because I beat you, little padawan. You wanted me to leave you alone, well… I want just the opposite. I'm going to take my reward now. My reward is you, Ahsoka." Then, Padmé broke all tranquility that had existed, rolling her hips in a circle, humping against the slender young warrior.
Ahsoka's face went slack. In just a heartbeat, it went from an intense, frantic sparring session, to something else entirely.
Ahsoka had been waiting for this, she didn't realize how badly she wanted it until the ecstasy flowed into her, and she heard Padmé whimper as Ahsoka's dick squirmed against her clitoris through her pants. The togruta could still say no, she could complain to Anakin, but of course she didn't want that.
She wanted Padmé… but she wanted the version of the Senator that only cared about her, that left HIM behind. She wasn't naturally possessive, but this human ruined her.
"Padmé, oh Padmé what are you doing to m-mmm!" Coherent thought withered away as the senator just laughed, rolling her hips, expression one of sheer joy, dark eyes twinkling. Padmé didn't say a word as she rode Ahsoka's bulge - none were needed.
For three minutes, utter silence took hold of the room - or at least, an absence of words. Padmé's moans grew louder and louder as she felt Ahsoka's dick writhing and thrusting against her pants-clad pussy, the many tendrils desperate to be free from the tight confines of Ahsoka's leggings. Unlike in the corridor with Anakin, her sounds of pleasure were genuine. She couldn't get enough of dry-humping this alien temptation.
The togruta girl, flushed with embarrassment, tried to hide herself away again as strained grunts and muffled moans spilled from her throat, and she angled her hips, as if attempting an escape. The senator didn't let her go, she chased the brat's crotch with her own, making sure their swollen bits never stopped rubbing. A smile touched the corner of Padmé's lips, a naughty one, and she easily pulled Ahsoka's hands away from her face.
"Is that what I think it is? All the hiding and acting tough, just for you to be so hard for me. Why even bother?"
"I-I don't know what you mean," Ahsoka lied, voice barely audible.
Padmé poked Ahsoka's immense dickbulge. "You know. Your body really is fascinating. So… cute, squirming like that~ It's 'seeking' me out, isn't it? I looked up togruta terms, that's the word, right? When a togruta finds an ideal mate, your genitals indicate what you want. It likes me, doesn't it?"
"My big, full breasts," Padmé cooed, rocking in her lap, and reached up to peel her top off, exposing her upper half. So lovely, those slim shoulders, those dark eyes, and large proud breasts. Ahsoka's cock sprang to and fro, hungry to be freed. The senator put Ahsoka's hands on her hips, voice slow, steady, like a gentle song. "You love my breedable body."
That again!
"B-breedable?" Ahsoka repeated, whispering, face flushed and sweaty. It clearly excited her being reminded of how fertile Senator Amidala was.
Padmé grinned, nodded, giggled a little, seeming almost girlish for a moment. "Don't act innocent. I saw the look on your face earlier when I mentioned knocking me up. You can keep pretending you're neutral, some cool-headed Jedi padawan with no interest… but this thing's painfully honest, isn't it?" Padmé put a stranglehold on the many tendrils of Ahsoka's thick, long shaft. The girl bucked, made a gasping, shuddery noise.
The knot-like base throbbed in Padmé's hand, huge and hard, the only part that did not wiggle and swing around at will. Ahsoka felt like she would go blind from the sheer amount of pleasure rocking her entire form, and a whimper of mingling distress and desire spilled from her lips as she fought against her own intense instincts.
"Wow, I was just teasing you, but… you're a cocky little brat aren't you? You really want to impregnate me. I see it in your eyes." That half-smile. It was insufferably cute, knowing. "Every time I say it you get a perverted, frightened look on your face, and your cock goes crazy for me. Do you really want to fill me up with your cum? Make me a mother? Even Ani hasn't done that yet."
"O-Of course I don't! I could never do something like that, I'm going to be a Jedi!"
A voice whispered in the back of Ahsoka's mind: 'Come on. She said it herself. She has a virgin womb. Claim it.'
The brunette's dark gaze was almost hypnotizing. "Don't lie. I know what your body wants - what it needs. No need for the Force to mindread you right now, Ahsoka."
"I-I could never steal you from Master."
"Steal me? Like I'm some tool of his, like his Lightsaber? You might not want to, but this part of you certainly does." She finally let go of her twitching burden. Padmé shifted back into position in Ahsoka's lap, before reaching to the waistband of her pure-white pants, pushing them down part of the way.
It was obvious what was coming next.
"I-It's because you touched my lekkus," Ahsoka half-lied, words coming out in a burst. "A-And because the way you're touching me with your body. I'm just a padawan, Padmé. Y-You're being unfair."
That delicious whine~ Padmé smirked. An odd look on a usually kind woman like her, and yet somehow fitting, exciting. Her dark gaze was smoky, her hands stroking more eagerly, not caring that she wrought many cries from the little alien. "So you're going to blame me? When you're the one who won't stop looking at me. Even though I have Anakin."
"But I really don't think this is a good-"
"Enough. Stop playing innocent this instant." Padmé was using her senator voice. "Do you think I can afford to be only loyal to Anakin? The world order is at stake. I have to do whatever is necessary sometimes, and more importantly… sometimes I just really, really get a craving for something specific, a need, something he could never fulfill."
"...L-Like what, Padmé?"
"Like a pretty togruta fuck-slave with an adorable little dick. Something like that. Now, where can I find one of those…?"
The lewd words made Ahsoka's anatomy throb even harder than ever, and she found herself shivering as her tentacled cock squirmed with need up against Amidala's warm, inviting center. Even through clothes, it knew what Ahsoka wanted - and wasn't going to stop until she got exactly that.
Which was the moment Padmé chose to pull her out. In her mind, all that was necessary for her to make such a bold move was to clearly establish that holding back was the stupidest idea they could have, even if in reality she knew fucking Ahsoka was far more reckless and foolish. But when she wanted something this bad, wanted an experience that promised to be unlike any other, there was no place for good sense. That was why she chose Anakin too, she followed her heart, and lately all she could think about was this sweet alien morsel.
Ahsoka's tendril-dick immediately wrapped itself around the senator's hand when she grasped her and pulled her free. The scent of their arousal began to mingle on the scant air between them. Her cock continued to throb all around those beautiful pale fingers, as if trying to jerk itself off and use her for its pleasure.
"That's it," Padmé breathed as she licked her lips, watching the organ move on its own. "Ohhh, that's so much better… you need this, need me. I knew you did, but isn't it nice to know that I really saw you? Understood you more than you understood yourself?"
"I… I don't know."
Padmé smiled. It wasn't a no.
Ahsoka still couldn't bring herself to admit she was ready for this out loud, even as her girthy squirming cock pulsed with appreciation.
"I want this inside me.. Don't you want to make me happy?" Though Padmé received no answer, feeling Ahsoka's tendrils curling even more tightly around her fingers, as if never going to release her, made her smirk. "I know. I know you do - and don't worry. We're about to take care of each other."
"I do want to take care of you, but I-I don't want to make you upset, make my Master upset. You both… mean so much to me."
So she said, but her mouth stayed firmly shut as Padmé took her panties off, leaving them draped on Ahsoka's face. The crotch-part was soaked with schlick, and the alien gasped, inhaling the senator's arousal desperately.
"Anakin and I are a secret, now you and I are a secret. But you're not the same. I'll confess it. What you want to hear." The togruta stared at her muse in open confusion. "I love you, Ahsoka."