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Bonus Chapter: Star Wars [Prequels] Ch01: Padme saves Naboo

The Jedi never arrived. Either she had a spy in her circle, or the Jedi did as the Trade Federation intercepted and drove away from the Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn before he could reach Naboo, leaving her people trapped under the Trade Federation's Blockade as the Jedi and his Padawan returned to Coruscant in defeat. Their best hope had run away with their tails between their legs.

Perhaps it was unfair, as she realised that two men, even Jedi, were not able to fight an entire army, but it made the situation that her people were in all the more grim. The Senate would punish the Trade Federation for their attempt on the Jedi's life, but how long would it take?

It had taken great sacrifices to escape Naboo without them. Many of her men gave their lives so she could reach Coruscant and plead for the Republic's assistance.

If not for one incredibly brave and talented recruit, who stayed behind holding off wave after wave of droids so she could escape, she and her handmaidens would have been captured before they could reach her ship. It shamed her that she didn't even know his name, neither did Captain Panaka. He was simply a new recruit who had given his life for her. He may have saved Naboo, and nobody even knew what he was called.

Which only added to her shame as she was led into the 'palace' of her captor by a group of droids far more dangerous looking than the Trade Federations. Her guards had been taken away. Only she and her handmaidens were being taken to the master of this palace.

"Statement: Move faster, meatbags."

The droid that had single handedly crushed her entire security force stared at them in disgust as they hesitated to enter the throne room. She didn't even know a droid could be disgusted, but the rust-coloured war machine made it clear how much it enjoyed escorting them. It had spent most of the trip complaining that it had not been allowed to disintegrate her guards.

Her ship had been damaged badly in their attempts to escape, forcing them to come to an early stop to make repairs. They assumed that they could slip into Tatooine, the closest planet, unnoticed. It was known for being a haven for criminals and smugglers. Surely, they could slip by unnoticed in such a lawless place… right? It was her call, and she'd made the wrong one.

As they came into orbit around Tatooine, they had been captured by a tractor beam and dragged to the planet. They had escaped the Trade Federation... and walked right into another hostile territory.

Formerly a Hutt Cartel planet, Tatooine had been taken over by an independent warlord, whom she knew little about. He'd slain the infamous Jabba and declared the desert planet his territory, a territory he defended viciously.

She only knew that much due to the news about his own war with the Trade Federation as they attempted to reclaim it on behalf of the Hutts in exchange for an immense amount of credits.

The warlord has driven away both the Trade Federation and all the mercenaries and criminals the Hutts could afford, using a fleet of incredibly advanced ships created by a machine he called the Star Forge.

The Trade Federation had begged the Republic for help after he moved onto the offensive and attacked their factories, and the Jedi had attempted to negotiate a cease-fire.

Predictably, the Jedi had been captured after negotiations went south, and the warlord attempted to ransom them back to the Republic for an immense price.

The Jedi attempted to rescue them by force and were repelled before the Warlord declared that the Jedi Master Shaak Ti and her Palawan Maris Brood were forfeit due to the attack. Sometime later Shaak Ti had escaped his captivity, returning to Coruscant at the cost of her Padawan.

Since that day, he declared that any Republic ships that entered 'his territory' would face the might of the Star Forge and had kept his word to this day, defending his territory ruthlessly. She was a part of the Republic, and she'd just blundered into his territory. It was a miracle they hadn't just been shot down by his fleet and orbital defence platforms.

There was talk about an effort to defeat him in the Senate, but democracy was slow to act, and he had not trespassed in Republic space. In time, most representatives just... ignored him and his growing forces. At the end of the day, the warlord wasn't bothering them, and they had no reason to help the Hutts reclaim their planet.

As she trailed behind her body double, she looked up at the warlord as he sat on his throne, feeling a shiver of terror run through her. She'd made the decision to try to land at one of the remote settlements to find repairs, or a new ship to carry them to Coruscant. She'd made the wrong call, and now a dangerous warlord had them in his hands.

"Queen Amidala. You are a long way from home, Your Highness," the Warlord said mockingly as he leaned back on his throne, a pair of red eyes that seemed to glow in the slightly dim room staring down at them. She couldn't deny he was an attractive man with a distinct look of nobility about him, in his mid-twenties at her best guess. At his side, there was a Zabrak girl wearing little more than a pair of tight leather trousers and what seemed like a belt to cover her breasts. She had pale skin, with angry red eyes glaring down at them as her hands rested on a pair of silver cylinders at her waist.
Lightsabers? Wait, wasn't Shaak Ti's padawan a Zabrak? Was he so confident that he left his enslaved Jedi armed? She was right next to him, looking like she was ready to attack at any given moment.

"It was not by our own choice; our ship was damaged by the Trade Federation and forced to stop for repairs. I'm afraid I do not know your name, Lord..." Sabé trailed off.

"Tepes, Kuro Tepes," Kuro said with a small smile. "And you might not have trespassed willingly, but you have trespassed all the same. I thought I had made my opinion clear on the Republic forces coming to my world."

As Sabé went to speak again, he held up his hand, silencing her.

"Not you. I'm speaking to the actual queen," Kuro said, his eyes locked on her as Sabé froze.

Freezing for a moment, she stepped forward, removing her head cover and staring back at him boldly. She didn't know how he saw through the disguise, but there was no use in trying to leave.

"I apologise for the deception, but you must understand why I did it," Padme started, making him nod in acknowledgement. At the very least, he didn't seem offended by the deception. "I came here in my attempts to flee the Trade Federation who have blockaded my planet. I beseech you, please allow us to leave so that I can request aid from the Republic. I realise you have little love for the Republic, but capturing or killing us helps only the Trade Federation and dooms my planet and my people," she pleaded, dropping to one knee in a sign of submission that a queen should never give to a warlord. "Name your price for our freedom, and upon the end of the Federation's invasion, I will see it paid."

He had no love for the Republic, but he had even less for the Trade Federation. If they went to war, it would only benefit him. She knew he had them at his mercy; he could make whatever demands he wished and she would have no choice but to fold.

Watching him pause for a moment before he started to chuckle, she waited. Either he was laughing at her attempt at pleading for her freedom, and she was about to be executed or ransomed, or he was laughing at the idea of the Republic and Trade Federation battling each other. She prayed it was the latter.

"Your planet is under hostile control and your grand plan is to ask some bureaucrats to help?" Kuro asked between chuckles. "Ahh, yes, I'm sure they'll come to an agreement sometime in the next five years. Can't say your people will still be alive by that point, though. How many senate meetings do you think it will take before they come to anything close to an agreement? Then you'll have to wait for them to gather their forces and maybe, just maybe, after months of wasted time and bureaucracy, they'll make a move."

"And what should I do? Leave my home in the hands of the Federation? Let my people be conquered?" Padme bit out with a scowl as he smirked at her. He was laughing at their plight, and that made her glare at him.

"You should have had a better army," Kuro replied bluntly. "But what you should be doing is fighting to reclaim your planet. By the time the Senate decides anything, it will be far too late. And even when they do, how many of them will simply decide that it isn't their problem?"

"And where would I find the army to fight the horde of droids swarming my home?" Padme asked bitingly before freezing as he smirked.

"Right here. You're right about one thing: I really don't like the Trade Federation, and I'll never miss an opportunity to take the fight to them. The Force itself must be on your side, little Queen. Shmi, take her to a guest room and freshen her up. We have much to discuss, Queen Amidala," Kuro ordered, leaning back with a dark smile.

– Later –

Sitting opposite him in the dress he had provided, she felt her heart race. She'd been washed and changed quickly before being told that she was expected for a private dinner with Lord Tepes.

The table was small, set for two. It was intimate. That was what she was afraid of, and her dress revealed more of her modest cleavage than she was comfortable with, just a little bit too tight as it hugged her curves.

She felt her heart drop as she saw him sit opposite her, a small smile on his face. She might be young, barely fourteen, but she could read the room. Being cleaned and taken to the lord's private quarters often ended poorly for captured women.

He was strong, with well-defined muscles exposed by his short sleeves, and a warrior, given the rumours of his battle prowess. If he attempted to force himself on her, she had little chance of fighting him off.

Even if she did, even if she somehow managed to escape with her dignity intact… she was deep in enemy territory. Her people were counting on her to save them. If she resisted, he could simply kill her and doom Naboo. Her only option, if he decided to take her, would be to passively accept her fate. When he demanded she pay for her freedom with her body, all she could do was hope he was satisfied quickly.

"Please, help yourself," Kuro said, gesturing to the excellent food and wine served before her. Unwilling to risk making him decide to move on to… dessert, she took a sip of the expensive wine, eating some of the steaks in front of her. If she declined, he could... skip to the after-dinner entertainment, her. Eating in silence, she observed him, seeing his eyes watching her.

She could only delay things so much, and eventually, her plate was empty, taken away by a servant. She had to admit it was a wonderful meal, fit for royalty.

"Now, onto business. I am willing to help you drive back the Trade Federation, as I mentioned before, your Highness. But not without payment. I have no need for money, however," Kuro trailed off, and she took a deep breath.

And there it was. He wanted her. He wanted her to lower herself to the level of a common courtesan for the good of her people. His help, paid for by her virgin body.

But he was right. When had the Senate ever acted on anything quickly? When had they ever agreed on anything? Her people were suffering and dying, and she had a chance to help them. No matter how distasteful, no matter how shameful, she had to save her people.

"As you wish…" Padme said, her voice breaking slightly as she stood up, pushing the dress off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Standing before him in only a pair of lacy undergarments, she felt herself shudder as she prepared to sell her body to some warlord. Reaching back, she unclipped her bra, letting it fall as she exposed her petite breasts to a stranger. "Do as you please, Lord Tepes. I won't resist."

Naboo was her home. There was little she wouldn't do to protect it. If saving it meant giving her body to some savage warlord, then that was what she would do. For Naboo-

"W-What are you doing?" Kuro asked quickly, his voice cracking slightly as she froze.

Blinking in confusion, she looked at him, seeing his wide, confused eyes staring at her in shock and bafflement. She'd avoided looking at her captor as she stripped, but Kuro seemed utterly baffled as he looked anywhere but at her exposed body.

"I-is this not what you wanted?" Padme asked after a moment, her face growing almost painfully hot. H-he wanted her body, right? Right?!

"Wha- no! I want you to support my attempts to get my rule of Tatooine legitimatised! Why did you- can you please put your bra back on?" Kuro asked, trying not to look at her nudity.

Thinking back, he had never said what he wanted for her... she had assumed... oh. Oh.

Her face turned bright red as her fear turned to complete embarrassment. With shaky hands, she pulled her clothes back on and sat down, looking at the table in shame.

"You're quite the pervy teen, aren't you, your Highness?" Kuro asked after a moment, a boyish grin growing on his face as she felt her face burn.

"I- I am so sorry; I thought- Please forget this ever happened," Padme pleaded, looking up into his amused eyes.

"Forget that the Queen of Naboo stripped down her panties in front of me? I'll try my best," Kuro replied, his tone coloured with amusement. "As I was saying before, you started taking your clothes off... I want to be legitimatised as the ruler of Tatooine, and I wish to join the Republic. Unfortunately, the Trade Federation has blocked my requests thus far through their own representative and bribery, slandering my image to the Republic. I desire your assistance in getting past them," Kuro explained calmly, her face slowly returning to normal as she tried to put her sheer idiocy out of her mind.

"You... want to join the Republic? I thought you hated them?" Pamde asked, making him shake his head.

"I think that bureaucrats have no place in war, and I dislike that they attempted to take me down on behalf of the Hutt Cartel, but the Republic does good work for the most part. If I want to bring my planet into a more civilised age, I need more than just firepower," Kuro admitted, making her look at him in a new light... was he really the warlord he had been painted as? He said the Trade Federation had slandered him, and he didn't match the mental image she had of the terrifying warlord.

"I... Why did you conquer this planet?" Padme asked, making him smile wistfully.

"Because it was one of the worst places in the Galaxy to live. The Hutts were cruel overlords, Jabba the worst of them. I grew up here, born into slavery. I grew up fighting in their pits for their amusement and profit. It was a sport for them, making slaves fight to the death against beasts and each other to the death, all while they bet on the victor. I was good at it, and Jabba made a fortune off me," Kuro explained, a frown crossing his face as his hand moved to his other arm, running along an old scar. "Eventually, I escaped. I spent years looking for a way to liberate Tatooine from the Hutts. Eventually, I found... well, stumbled upon the Star Forge. It was more dumb luck than anything else. After working out what it was and how it worked I came home. Stormed Jabba's palace, freed the slaves in the pits and started a revolution. Of course, the Hutt Cartel didn't like that, and they had friends in the Trade Federation; you know what happened next," Kuro explained smoothly, making her frown.

Slavery had been outlawed in the Republic for a long time, but this wasn't the Republic.

"And that's all you want? My help in bringing Tatooine into the Republic?" Padme asked, her blush returning as he smirked, his eyes flickering down for a moment.

"You're a very beautiful woman, your Highness. But my people take priority over my libido," Kuro said with a chuckle as she blushed deeply.

"T-then I would be honoured to ally with you against a common enemy," Padme said, rising and holding out her hand. She blushed as he took it and raised it to his lips, kissing it lightly.

"To a common cause, your Highness," Kuro drawled, making her blush. "Naboo will be free."

- Later -

Kuro had wasted no time in rallying his armies, but even with the efficiency of his droids, it still took time to prepare for an offensive against the Trade Federation.

In the meantime, he'd given her and her people free reign of the palace.

She'd gotten some answers about his reputation.

He hadn't kidnapped any Jedi. Shaak Ti had never been his captive at all. She'd attempted to negotiate a ceasefire, but after that failed, Maris Brood had stayed there of her own free will after seeing the work that Kuro had done. Maris saw the horrors the Hutts had done to this planet and joined Kuro's cause to fight them. Shaak Ti had remained for a time, attempting to convince her wayward Padawan to return with her before she accepted that it wasn't going to happen and left alone.

Of course… she'd quickly realised that Maris had another reason for staying.

"Ugh, harder! Fuck me harder, you big-dicked bastard!" Maris screamed out, her voice sneaking into the hallway as Padme peaked through the slightly ajar door with wide eyes. Maris was on all fours, Kuro's hand gripping her hair as he pounded the Zabrak girl from behind. Maris' hips moved backwards to meet his thrusts, looking over her shoulder at him with lust and… affection.

Her exploration of the palace had ended in embarrassment after she accidentally ended up walking in on an intimate moment between Maris and Kuro... her handmaidens had been giggling about it for hours after they saw the Lord of Tatooine in the buff, his long shaft standing proudly in the air as he stared at them in shock.

...at least now she wasn't the only one who had exposed herself to a fellow ruler.

Much to her shame, her dreams had been filled with images of him, leaving her waking up with a drenched pair of pyjamas. Each dream showing her in Maris's place, or what could have been if he'd really wanted what she thought he wanted from her, dreams of her being taken right there on the table... they weren't bad dreams at all.

Sabé had caught her pleasuring herself, and it was Kuro's name she moaned. Sabé was sworn to secrecy, but that didn't stop the subtle teasing.

Despite her shame, she couldn't help but go on another 'walk', escaping her security as she tracked down the handsome lord and watched him rut into the moaning former Padawan, letting out a grunt as he pulled out an explosive shot of semen coating the naked girls back as she moaned his name, collapsing onto the bed.

Maris was not the only woman she had seen Kuro with, her mind going back to when she spied on Shmi, his maid, orally pleasuring him. Shmi was an ex-slave herself, swearing her fealty to Kuro when she was freed, and the older woman was also clearly fond of Kuro. Apparently, she had a daughter who Kuro had freed from a particularly greedy Toydarian.

Maris turned around, pulling Kuro in for a kiss as the pair prepared for another round.

Fleeing, she ran back to her guest room, feeling her juices trickle down her leg.

She really was a pervy teen, wasn't she? Her life as Queen left little time for relationships and even less for pleasure, but as her mind went back to the sight of Kuro's naked form, she bit her lip in want.

– Later –

"Surrender Viceroy. Your command ships have been destroyed; your droids are disabled. Your blockade ends here," Kuro said as he aimed the blaster at the cowering alien. To call this a war would be a significant overstatement.

Kuros superior ships had decimated the Trade Federation fleet, taking out their command ships almost before the Trade Federation knew they were being attacked. It was a blitz; the war was won before the Federation even had a chance to respond. Kuro's own droid army had descended in an instant, and the one called HK had taken pleasure in demonstrating his superiority over the Federation scrap droids.

After that, he'd lead the attack on the palace himself, swiftly taking down the few non-droid forces that remained alongside Maris, displaying the skills that helped him survive his childhood. The mercenaries proved to be little challenge for Kuro and Maris.

Watching him restrain the leaders of this invasion, she felt her face burn, a shy smile appearing on her face as she made eye contact with him. She had realised that the people of Tatooine saw him as a heroic liberator, and as she took him in, standing triumphantly over the defeated viceroy, she had to agree.

"The planet is yours, Your Highness. My forces will remove the Trade Federation scrap metal. You should see to your people," Kuro advised kindly with a smile that made her face heat up.

"You have my thanks, all our thanks," Padme said, gratitude flooding her. Kuro had been right; the Senate wouldn't have even arranged the first meeting yet, and here she was, standing on a liberated planet. War was no place for bureaucracy. "And please, you can call me Padme."

Looking around, she stepped forward and stood on her tiptoes, placing a kiss on the cheek of her saviour before she rushed off, a smile on her face as she blushed. Gathering herself, she prepared to greet her people.

– Months Later –

She had kept her side of the deal, pressuring the Supreme Chancellor to speed up the process so that Kuro could join the Republic without dealing with endless red tape.

It wasn't hard. His actions (and her vehement praise of him) won him the respect of many, and his own charisma did the rest when he got to give his introduction speech. Tatoonie might have a bad reputation, but many could see the benefit of having Kuro and his fleet on their side. The Trade Federation was ruined, being forced to pay massive reparations to Naboo for their crimes.

Her planet was safe, for now. But as always, Kuro was right. This could have been avoided if Naboo had an army; if she had made sure that her people were protected, the Trade Federation would never have been able to blockade them so easily. This had taught her that she needed better protection for Naboo, and then a genius idea struck her.

Which was what had led to this.

"Are you sure about this? You don't have to..." Kuro trailed off, her lips interrupting his words as she wrapped her arms around her new husband.

It was a political marriage on paper, but deep down, she knew she hadn't suggested it just for the benefit of allying her planet with the rising star that was Tatooine. It had been a popular move amongst her people, who saw him as a hero.

He hadn't been hard to convince. She even let him keep Maris as a concubine, the prickly girl growing on her over time.

"I am. This is our wedding night, and I want to do this properly," Padme said shyly, pulling her nightie off and moving back onto the bed with a nervous but eager smile. Unlike the last time she had exposed herself to him, she felt no shame or fear as Kuro's eyes took in his new bride. "Come, husband, claim your wife."

After a moment, to make sure that she was sure about this, he moved. His kind smile turned to a hungry look as he pulled off his shirt and tossed it away. Her eyes roamed his bare chest, licking her lips as he leaned down and kissed her deeply, their tongues intertwining and dancing together while he slowly pulled her small white thong down, throwing it off the bed. He knew she was ready, already wet from the idea of being with him.

She hadn't suggested a marriage just for her people, she suggested it because she wanted him. No other man could compare to her saviour, and now he was hers and she was his.

As he undid his trousers, she moved forward and peeled them down herself along with his boxers, leaving them both naked as the day they were born, their bodies pressed together as she looked at the massive cock that was about to claim her virginity.

As he pressed his shaft against her virgin slit, he looked into her eyes, making her nod without hesitation, a smile on her face. He was gentle, moving slowly as she felt him sink into her, a moan leaving her mouth as they became one.

"I love you," Padme admitted out loud for the first time. This was just a political marriage in the eyes of the Galaxy, but to her, it was real. Kuro paused before he smiled softly and kissed her once again,

"And I love you, Padme," Kuro said back with a kind smile as she felt her heart pound. Then, he began to move as she gripped the bedsheets, his fat cock moving inside her as he started to pick up the pace. "You're mine."
"And I always will be," Padme swore, one leg hooked around his waist.

She couldn't imagine how life would have been without meeting him. She couldn't believe that she'd be this happy in a world without Kuro. He was the missing piece she'd never known she was lacking. As he filled her up, she tried to picture her life if she hadn't met him. It was a sad image; perhaps she'd even have died of sadness-

No, wait, that was stupid.

It didn't matter anyway, as she flipped them over with an increasingly hungry smile, looking down at her husband as he began to ride him. Her life was perfect.

– One Year Later –

Riding her husband's face, feeling his long and dexterous tongue explore her, she watched as Sabé bounced on his lap, moaning loudly as she rode Kuro's shaft. Sabé moaned lewdly as Padme watched her handmaiden and friend ride her husband's cock.

She'd learnt long ago that she couldn't handle his libido alone. Sabé was simply one of his many concubines. Besides, it was nice to have her best friend here with her. It was merely a sign of how manly Kuro was, and watching her man ruin countless other women had become a guilty pleasure of hers.

Kissing Sabé, she muffled her friend's moans, her hands groping her friend's bouncing breasts. Married life was bliss. Soon, her term as Queen would be over, and when it was, she'd already decided she was moving to Tatooine to be with Kuro full-time. Even if they were in contact constantly, she wanted to live with him. She wanted to wake up beside him every single day of her life.

The desert planet barely resembled the harsh wasteland she'd been forced to stop at when she first met him. Kuro's terraforming technology was already turning the area around them from brown to green. It was rapidly becoming a paradise planet, raised from a lawless hellscape to a world that had people begging to be allowed to move to it.

Watching with lustful eyes as Sabé moaned loudly, cum leaking out from where they were joined as Kuro's finished inside her. Pushing Sabé onto her back, she quickly latched her lips onto the well-fucked pussy, licking up the cum before it could be wasted, feeling Kuro penetrate her from behind as she stuck her ass in the air for him.

She might not be able to handle his libido alone, but by the Force, she loved trying.

– Many Years Later –

"Not here... we should go inside," Padme mumbled weakly as her dress was pulled up, bending over the balcony and biting her lip while waiting for the insertion. Kuro knew she didn't want him to stop, but one of them had to at least point out the risk after they got caught together in the opera house on Coruscant.

"Mom!" a male voice called out just as she felt the tip touch her exposed pussy; quickly standing up, she straightened her dress as her son came rushing out onto the balcony. "Leia ate my sweets. Again," Luke complained, making her hide her groan as her daughter practically strutted behind him.

"No, I didn't. You probably just lost them," Leia said calmly, her tone smug.

"Leia... you know I know when you're lying," Kuro said sternly, making Leia quickly look away.

"Okay, fine, yes I did. But they were just left on the side, and I was famished," Leia admitted after a moment.

"We live in a palace with servants. You could have just gotten someone to make you something," Kuro said sternly.

"Leia, go to your room. Luke, I'll get you some more. Inside, please," Padme said with a sigh, watching Leia pause to give her a glower before she headed in. "That girl... I'll handle Luke if you handle Leia?" Padme offered, making him smile.

"She's like you. Strong, independent... and far too stubborn. It's no wonder you two clash so much. I'll take care of it. Luke's a momma's boy anyway," Kuro laughed. She truly loved her daughter, but she and Leia clashed often.

"And Leia is a daddy's girl, not that I'm surprised. We really are alike, and she's putty in your hands, just like I am," Padme giggled back, giving him a kiss as she headed inside.

Did she know why Leia was always trying to get her father's attention? Yes, she recognised that blush and shy attitude whenever she had Kuro's attention all too well. It had been years, but she could remember seeing it in the mirror whenever she thought of the handsome Lord of Tatooine who had saved her planet.

Did she judge her daughter for having feelings for her father? No, not really. Kuro was irresistible; she'd learnt that a long time ago, the poor girl had never stood a chance, and she wouldn't be happy with a lesser man. Really, the only man good enough for their daughter was Kuro himself, which was why she wouldn't judge. They were royalty; after all, Kuro had a point that the rules were different for them.

Luke was easily satisfied because he really was a good boy, and getting his stolen sweets replaced was enough to stop his sulking. Giving him permission to take the speeders out as long as he took a guard, she giggled at his excitement. He was a natural flier, and Ani wouldn't mind babysitting Luke.

Tracking down her husband and rebellious daughter, she bit her lip as she heard a familiar sound. Flesh striking flesh. Sneaking closer, she peered through the door to her daughter's bedroom.

Bent over his lap with her dress pulled up to her waist, Leia bit her lip as Kuro's hand came down on her exposed backside. Leia counted as Kuro spanked their naughty daughter on the other cheek, and Kuro looked up, making eye contact with her.

She just nodded, making him smirk as he paused his spanking to slowly peel down Leia's underwear, a particularly slutty red thong, his hand moving back to Leia's bare ass. The brat just wiggled in his lap, letting out a moan as he spanked her again, this time his hand coming to rest on their daughter's ass for a moment, giving the red cheeks a squeeze.

"Do you think I don't know why you act out so much, Leia?" Kuro asked, making their daughter freeze. "Do you think I've not noticed you spying on me?"
Leia's face went bright red at his words, going to sit up before his hand came to her back and forced her back across his lap. Then, it moved back to her buttocks and slowly moved closer to their daughter's exposed womanhood.

"Is this what you want, Leia?" Kuro asked, his finger sliding along Leia's pussy as their daughter froze before she nodded, shame on her face. "Say it."

"Y-yes, Daddy," Leia agreed. Being a pervy teen ran in the family.

"Stand up," Kuro ordered, watching Leia jump to her feet. "Strip."

Leia didn't hesitate to pull her dress off, tossing away her bra without a moment of pause. Standing before her father, utterly nude, Leia placed a hand on her hip as she tried to pull off a confident smirk.

Padme closed the door, a small grin on her face. She wanted to join in, but she'd let Leia have this first time alone as she ordered the droids to stop anyone from interrupting. As she walked away, she giggled at the sound of a lewd moan coming from the bedroom.

Leia always was a Daddy's girl.

– Years Later –

"In order to ensure our security and continuing stability, the Republic will be reorganised into the first Galactic Empire for a safe and secure society, which I assure you will last for ten thousand years," Kuro said, speaking to the entire Senate calmly as she smiled, over the years Kuro had helped her see the corruption, the stagnation, the sheer incompetence that the Republic represented. His words were met with thunderous applause, loved by the people as he was.

But that ended today with the foundation of the new Empire, led by its Supreme Chancellor, no... its Emperor. The restructuring would remove the rot that had infected the Republic, cut through the endless red tape, and allow the galaxy to move into a new era of security and progress, guided by the visionary who had already made the galaxy such a better place.

It was a shame that Sheev Palpatine had passed away in such a strange and confusing way; he would have loved to see this.

But honestly, with how they found his body, perhaps it was for the best. It wouldn't do for people to hear about a Chancellor having such strange fetishes. She didn't even know Hutt prostitutes were a thing before she heard that Sheev had been crushed to death by a pair while attempting to have a threesome.

You think you know a guy... then he dies trying to fuck a slug.

Standing next to her husband, she listened to the thunderous applause with a smile. Soon, the galaxy would be united, and under Kuro's reign, the entire galaxy would enjoy the unending peace that Naboo and Tatooine had been experiencing for decades.

Democracy had its place, but it was time to put it aside and accept that it wasn't the path to true peace. True peace could only be achieved with a firm but benevolent leader.

Old Authors Note: I doubt this one will be 'canon' since I do want to do Star Wars, but I want to start at the Old Republic, so it's gonna be a long, long time before I can do the movies, figured there was no harm in having Padme have a chapter.

Still planning on doing Bernadette but I realise I don't need to actually do them in any order since they're just bonus chapters.