-8-

Anakin and Lunae enjoyed a lovely trip back to her apartment; along the way, they swapped stories, and Anakin discovered Lunae was actually the niece of a senator from Ryloth, and her dad was a businessman. At first, the truth intimidated Anakin a little bit, but his new girlfriend just giggled, saying they weren't that bad, but Anakin quickly realised that Lunae was often underestimated because of her appearance, but she was actually mega smart, shrewd, and brave. She had a business of her own which she kept legal.

But the most amazing thing?

Lunae was not a fake; when he had been with Padme, there was always a massive distance between them. Okay, Anakin remembered how he had served as her bodyguard when she was involved with the pointless Military Creation Act, but even when Padme and he married, she cared more for her appearances, as if frightened of what would happen if it was discovered she was married to a Jedi knight.

But when he had first met Padme, there hadn't been a distance, despite them being different ages. Back then he had felt they were great friends; had he overstepped himself? Somehow he had a feeling he had, but Anakin had been so obsessive with his crush and certainty he and Padme were destined to be together.

Why just Padme?

Before they'd met, Anakin had been relatively content despite being a slave; he had planned on getting himself and his mother out of that awful life, and then find a way of leaving Tatooine. While his mother had found a home there, Anakin wanted more. He wanted to see the galaxy, and sometimes he had often thought of starting a new family, somewhere else, but Padme had been far from the only pretty girl on Tatooine, but there was just something about her that drew him to her. It might have simply been because of the fact she was clearly an offworlder; he could tell, even without his Force sensitivity.

But, over time, that pure beauty had transformed. Padme had become increasingly fake. Plastic. At the same time, he had become disillusioned with her, after all the times she had just pushed him away, and he had been forced to see her as the fake politician she was, how she strove to make herself more perfect than the purely pretty girl he had met as a child.

Even worse, she had started pushing him away, especially when together at times, and she never listened to him when she was worried. And they had terrible arguments.

Now, he could see their marriage was toxic, and more than once, Anakin had the feeling she was ashamed of their…relationship, now more than ever. And something told him the incident with Clovis was something she was secretly yearning for.

But not Lunae. She didn't care if anyone saw them together. She enjoyed being close to him as she directed them back to her apartment, and as he drove, Anakin often caught himself staring at her deep cleavage. The scent of the lotion she used in her skin, and her perfume only made his erection more tighter and painful. He'd never felt this way, never had these reactions, with anyone.

Not even his so-called wife.

'Why didn't I find a way of sneaking away from Obi-Wan the night we went after that assassin? I could have fallen for her, and not for Padme,' Anakin thought to himself with an inward curse, cursing himself for wasting so much time with Padme, when he could have been with Lunae.

When they arrived, Anakin fell in love with her apartment.

It was nothing like the ancient sterile ordered place that felt more like a monastery like the Jedi Temple; it wasn't like the expensive and lavish senatorial apartment which Padme owned in the Senatorial district, he had never liked Padme's apartment. It had always felt.…clinical.

No, it was warm, loved, cared for.

"Welcome to my humble abode," Lunae smiled winningly. She hopped out of the speeder, and Anakin's eye was suddenly drawn to her swinging hips, he mentally groaned as he watched her amazing bum swing from side to side, and he wondered if she was swinging it a bit more than normal. His erection grew even more, becoming harder as his ears picked up the sound of her cheeks slapping against each other, and judging from the way she was looking at him over her shoulder, those hot looks, she knew what she was doing.

'Tease,' Anakin thought to himself with a smirk.

As Anakin and Lunae reached her apartment, the tension that had been building between them all night seemed to ease. The space was modest, but it felt warm and welcoming, just like her. She led him inside, her hand resting gently on his arm, and he felt a calmness settle over him that he hadn't known in years.

Forget the sterile orderliness of the Jedi Temple and the cold expensive apartment owned by Padme which showcased her wealth; this was heaven. The place was wonderful with simple decorations showing Lunae's amazing taste. There were several plants to give the place life, something he had rarely seen even in Padme's apartment, and only in the Temple's gardens. And, for a planet like Coruscant, with the city built upon so many layers until tonnes and tonnes of metal and duracrete created an artificial crust, it was almost impossible to find a patch of actual living ground. Botany wasn't Anakin's strong point, but he recognised some of the plants as belonging to all over the galaxy, giving the place much-needed life that seemed…impossible here.

They moved to sit together, except Lunae moved to stand behind him.

"What are you doing?" Anakin asked in surprise.

Lunae smiled. "Let me give you a massage," she replied, her soothing voice a balm to his troubled mind. Gaping at her in surprise, as nobody had ever given him one before, Anakin felt the weight of everything he'd been carrying—the war, his secrets, his strained marriage to Padmé—begin to lift, if only for a moment.

"Here," Lunae said, her hands resting on his shoulders. "You're tense. Let me help."

She began to massage his shoulders, her touch firm but gentle, and Anakin closed his eyes, releasing a long breath. He couldn't remember the last time anyone had touched him with such care, such tenderness. It was more than just the physical relief—Lunae's presence made him feel seen, truly seen, as if she understood him in a way no one else ever had.

As her hands worked their magic, Anakin found himself opening up to her in a way he hadn't with anyone else. He spoke of the burdens he carried, of the constant pressure to be the hero, to be the Jedi everyone expected him to be. And Lunae listened—really listened—without judgment, without the expectations he had felt so deeply from others.

"You're not just a Jedi," Lunae whispered, her hands still massaging him. "You're a man. And you deserve to live, to feel, to love."

Her words struck something deep within him. He had never been told that before. With Padmé, it was always about duty, obligation, secrecy, about the sacrifices they had to make. But with Lunae... it felt different. He didn't have to hide who he was. She accepted him and loved him for who he truly was.

When she leaned down, Lunae captured his lips.

Anakin kissed back passionately, and he hugged her to his body, feeling her plumper form, her lekku brushing against his arms…. Anakin was really in love with her more real body, which wasn't the perfect plastic doll Padme was. Lunae pulled away, and she gave him a naughty smile. She dropped to her knees in front of Anakin.

"Wait, what are you-?"

Lunae pulled down his trousers, and his cock appeared. The Twi'lek's eyes widened, taking in his size before she slowly leaned forward and opened her mouth. She licked the tip, making Anakin moan. Lunae bobbed her head up and down and along his cock, swiping her tongue along his skin.

Anakin watched her, trying to restrain the urge to grab her lekku, knowing how sensitive they were to a Twi'lek, and he had no desire to hurt her. Finally, after a few more seconds of sucking and licking, Lunae pulled away when they both sensed his orgasm coming along, and she smiled at him invitingly.

"Cone on," she smiled invitingly, tugging on his hand. Anakin stood up and eagerly followed her.

When they finally moved to the bedroom, Lunae stood before him, her eyes full of love and admiration. "I've waited for this moment," she whispered, taking his hand. "I've waited for you."

"You have?" Anakin felt his heart swell as he kissed her, their connection growing stronger with every touch. As their bodies pressed together, he felt a rush of emotion, unlike anything he had ever experienced before. With Padmé, everything had always felt forced, like he was fulfilling a duty, playing a role. She had been distant, plastic, like a polished politician. But Lunae—Lunae was real. Her love wasn't hidden behind layers of secrecy and pretence.

Lunae nodded after they came up for air, panting, "I've had dreams of you, long before we met."

Anakin concentrated through the Force, and he realised Lunae was slightly Force sensitive herself. She wasn't powerful enough to be considered for Jedi training, but she had it.

It was the Will of the Force, he recognised, they had met like this.

Anakin kissed her deeply, and as he kissed her, his mind flashed back to Padmé, and he saw yet again just how distant she had been. With Padmé, making love had always been like fulfilling a duty, something expected of him. There had been no real passion, no true connection. She had always seemed more concerned with appearances, with keeping their relationship hidden.

But with Lunae, there were no masks, no secrets.

And it was so refreshing. She loved him, Anakin, not the Jedi, not the Chosen One, but the man he was underneath all of that. And then he wondered if the things he had wanted in his life, like the power to stop those whom he cared about from dying, were even attainable and he remembered all the Jedi ever said about possessing such abilities.

Wouldn't it be better just to let it all go, and have a normal life? With Lunae he could have that. She represented a life he had never thought he could have—the life of an ordinary man, filled with love, connection, and a future that was full of possibility.

It took a moment for him to realise he was taking off his clothes, and so was she. Soon they were both naked, and his cock was rubbing against her belly. She pulled away, smirking at him and looked him up and down.

"You're perfect," she whispered between motions, her eyes filled with awe and affection. "More than I ever imagined."

Her words sent waves of pleasure through him, and Anakin could feel the Force swirling around them as if their connection was somehow bringing balance to everything. When she finally pulled him onto the bed, their bodies coming together, Anakin felt as if he were truly home for the first time in his life.

But Lunae was beautiful, too; Padme was a twig in comparison with curves, yes, but Lunae's breasts were larger, and her purple skin gave her an exotic allure that was impossible to ignore, and her curves were much larger. It was in that moment, that Anakin realised you didn't have to be super thin to be gorgeous, it was what was inside that mattered. Lunae fell on the bed, spreading her legs open and exposing her glistening vagina.

Lunae lay beneath him, her legs spread, her body trembling with anticipation. "I've waited for you," she whispered again, her voice thick with emotion. "I've waited for so long... because I knew it would be you. I've dreamed of you, of being your wife, of becoming the mother of your children."

Anakin paused for a moment, shocked by her words. "You've waited... for me?" he asked his voice barely a whisper, still scarcely able to fathom it as he stared at the beauty on the bed.

Lunae nodded, her eyes glistening with tears. "Yes. I've saved myself for you. I've never been with anyone else, because I knew... I knew you were the one I was meant to be with. You're my husband, Anakin. I've dreamed of you for years."

Her confession hit him like a wave, and Anakin felt an overwhelming sense of love for her. She had waited for him, saved herself for him, and now, she was his. And in that moment, he realised that this was what he had always wanted—what he had always needed. Not the duty-bound, secretive life he had with Padmé, but a real, open, honest love. A life where he could be an ordinary man, a husband, a father.

Once he had thought he could have it with Padme, but now looking at Lunae, he realised everything he wanted for a family was right here, whereas if he had been with Padme and ignored this opportunity, he would never have gotten it.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he entered her. "I love you, Lunae."

Anakin climbed on top of her, sliding his cock into her vagina, pushing in and listening to her sweet moans.

"Mm, yes, Anakin," she moaned/whimpered as she felt her tight pussy take him in. "Make me yours."

Anakin thrusted into her, feeling her hymen. With a look at Lunae, who nodded eagerly, he pulled out and then shoved himself back in. Lunae howled in pain for a second before he kissed her, and started moving in and out before he hit her womb.

Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, the Force swirling around them as they made love. Anakin could feel the darkness that had been clinging to him for so long begin to fade, replaced by the light of their bond, the love they shared.

Lunae's hands clutched at him, her body trembling as they reached their climax. "Please, Anakin," she begged, her voice breathless. "Give me our children. I want to feel you... all of you."

Her words sent him over the edge, and as they climaxed together, they screamed each other's names, the intensity of their love overwhelming them both. Anakin could feel himself filling her, and in that moment, he knew—knew—that she was carrying their child.

"I love you, Anakin," she said in a whisper.

Anakin smiled. A few hours later, Lunae was screaming in ecstasy as he pounded her again, this time from behind before he filled her with his seed again. The two were insatiable, and Anakin proved his Jedi stamina again and again while Lunae was becoming insane from the pleasure she was taking.

"I love you!" Lunae screamed as he pounded her again.

Anakin kissed her softly, his heart overflowing with love. "I love you, Lunae," he whispered again, his hand resting on hers, forgetting about Padme. "And I promise... I'll protect them. I'll protect us."

At that moment, Anakin knew that his life had changed forever. Lunae had given him something he had never thought he could have—a future filled with love, family, and hope. And as they lay together, the Force rippled around them, balancing itself through their union.

-8-

In the Jedi Temple, the Council masters were in a meeting. It was later than normal, and they were fighting to keep awake. They were all suffering from fatigue; a few of them were currently off-world and as such they were subject to different times, but they were meeting now because of the great disturbance in the Force they had all felt.

"The Force….it's coming into balance," Obi-Wan muttered.

Shaak Ti had her eyes closed. "It is coming into balance," she murmured.

"Into meditation, we must go. Dead, Darth Sidious is not," Yoda pointed out.

The other Jedi Masters exchanged looks. They had always assumed the Chosen One who was meant to bring the Force into balance was meant to destroy the Sith, but the Force was coming into balance while Sidious was alive. Had they been wrong the whole time? Many people did not like being wrong, and the Jedi Council disliked it most.

Leading the way, the Jedi Grand Master closed his eyes, and the others followed suit. In their minds, they watched as Anakin Skywalker and an unfamiliar Twi'lek woman with purple skin coalesced in their minds. They watched in surprise, especially Obi-Wan, as they watched Anakin as he was during the final weeks of his time as a padawan before the battle of Geonosis, briefly encountered the Twi'lek woman in the club before going on his way, but they saw she had never left him.

They watched the younger Skywalker stop for a second, exchanging an almost timeless look with the woman, both smiling shyly before Anakin went back with his mission.

Obi-Wan himself wasn't particularly surprised Anakin had followed through with his childish crush on Senator Amidala and even broke the Jedi Code by marrying her. In truth, he had long suspected there was a relationship there, and so did many of the Council and other members of the Order, but they didn't have proof, and Anakin had too much work to do like everyone else did.

On the battlefield, Anakin had always been focused on his missions, so there wasn't any need. And, Obi-Wan admitted, Anakin had seemed happy with both Padme and Ahsoka, but with Ahsoka gone, Padme was all he had left. Obi-Wan had assumed he was content, but as he watched with his fellow Jedi in the Council, Obi-Wan was shocked when he saw Anakin's growing disillusionment with Padme, and it started during the wedding. Despite their words of how they loved one another, it was clear it was just words. Even when they kissed at the wedding, watched by Anakin's droids, it was like they were just fulfilling an obligation.

Even Masters Windu, Yoda, and Mundi could see it, and they watched as Anakin's marriage became toxic, and how Padme and he argued, or she just ignored him, taking advantage of him to rescue her from situations where she deliberately threw herself into harm's way, perfectly happy to make Anakin drop everything, even at the expense of other people's lives and have him rescue her. Obi-Wan couldn't help but wonder why the woman who had been so brave on Naboo and Geonosis, had become so….weak? Was she trying to just test Anakin's love for her? Or was it something more?

Obi-Wan watched in dismay as Anakin beat Rush Clovis to a pulp. Granted the corrupt little man deserved it, especially when Anakin's thoughts crossed their minds. He was just trying to look out for Padme, and he just took it too far. But it became evident extremely quickly that Anakin, while hurt by Padme's dismissal, couldn't help but picture the Twi'lek woman, who had haunted him for so long. He was a little bit…embarrassed to see Anakin's love for her grow, and even his…reaction when they danced, but he had to admit they were a beautiful couple. Obi-Wan had to ask himself if the Force had a very perverse sense of humour because the images that entered his mind next nearly made him leap back in shock as he and the rest of the Council watched Anakin and the Twi'lek have sex, but then they realised with shock, this was what brought the Force into balance. They sensed Anakin's inner darkness largely leave him, and everything was pushed into balance.

"He's….done it," Obi-Wan whispered, trying to exorcise the images out of his mind, "the Force is now in balance."

"It was never about ending the Sith," Ki-Adi muttered. "It was…something else."

Yoda was only a little bit flustered. "Love, it was. Love," he murmured.

Depa's face was flushed even over the hologram. "What do we do?" She asked.

"He's formed attachments," Kolar pointed out. "He can't stay in the Order."

"But if he's got children on the way-."

"No, I refuse to be party to any kidnapping of his children," Obi-Wan said strongly, but before the council masters could say anything else, they were dragged into the Force, yet again. This time they watched a possible future, now impossible with the recent change of events, where Anakin did not leave Padme, and he had gotten her pregnant, and after suffering from ghastly nightmares where Padme died in childbirth mysteriously despite the advanced technologies in the galaxy preventing such things, Anakin was driven mad, asking for advice from the Jedi, only to be asked by someone

"Did you ever hear the tragedy of Darth Plaguesis the Wise?" A Sith Lord who was said to have mastered death.

Once that question was asked, Anakin was hooked on the idea of saving Padme with the Dark side, and Obi-Wan watched in horror as Anakin was pushed closer to the edge, not just by his own inability to see the consequences, but the nightmares had made it very easy to stop Anakin from really thinking, but he watched in horror as the Jedi Council themselves pushed him closer to the edge.

The consequences were horrifying.

Anakin Skywalker turned into Darth Vader, a terrifying Sith monstrosity who slaughtered nearly everyone in the Jedi Temple, before going on a murder spree through the galaxy, one Obi-Wan was horrified to see he had made worse after critically wounding his old friend and apprentice by cutting off all but his mechanical arm off and left to burn on a volcanic planet that set him alight, and Sidious put him in an armoured life support suit.

For the next 20 years, Darth Vader cut a path of murder before he was redeemed by Luke, Anakin's young son. But Anakin had died, partly thankful his life was over, but wishing he could have done more to earn the forgiveness of the galaxy, or at least do something for the galaxy.

But he had died.

But that future was averted, now Anakin and the Twi'lek woman were together. The Jedi had long since known the future was always in motion, this was no different, but they saw glimmers for a new future for the galaxy. The Clone Wars ended successfully. The Jedi were a little surprised to see their own Order changing, something they ironically shared with Anakin, they were set in their ways, but the changes looked amazing. They saw future Jedi Knights and Masters visiting worlds, stopping crimes the Senate had never allowed them to properly stop, and they travelled wherever the Force willed it, using their powers and skills to promote peace and inspire change.

As they came out of their meditation, the Councillors stared at each other, stunned.

-8-

Back in Anakin and Lunae's bedroom, the new couple were satiable. They'd been going at it for hours as if the Force was imbuing them with the energy to keep going on. Then again, it became pretty clear to them both they were sexually compatible with one another. Whenever Anakin and Lunae became exhausted, they would quickly regather their energy, and Lunae would either kiss him hungrily before she clambered on top of him, spreading her legs and became impaled by his hard cock, and rode him like Raptah out of hell, moaning with bliss while he thrust into her, fucking his way into her womb before he filled her with his seed.

As they fell into their umpteenth lovemaking session, Lunae was on her knees and hands while Anakin was behind her, fucking her doggy style. Lunae screamed, "OH, FUCKKK! ANAKIN! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! MORE, MORE MORE! HARDER! FILL MY WOMB WITH YOUR BABIES! KNOCK ME UP!"

Anakin slapped her on her bum, the sound echoing throughout the room. The pain made her moan harder. Anakin looked down at her bouncy form as he pounded her from behind; her lekku were bouncing all over the place, twirling over her back or over the bed. Her large breasts jumped as he slammed into her, again and again, while her plump, curvy body glistened as they fucked. Anakin looked at his lover with delighted awe.

"I love you, Lunae. I swear I will knock you up!" Anakin growled.

Lunae was about to reply, but she panted when a particularly violent thrust/slam from Anakin pushed him deeper into her womb, "I love you too. Don't take too long, my husband. I still need to…God…teach you how to pleasure a Twi'lek's lekku."

"I'm looking forward to those lessons, beautiful," Anakin grunted.

When they finally climaxed, Lunae collapsed tiredly into the bed, some of Anakin's semen dripping out of her in copious amounts, Anakin following suit. After sharing a quick kiss, they fell asleep in each other's arms.