Anger Management Part 2 (Anakin/Aayla Secura/Shaak-Ti) (Patreon)

Anakin watched and listened from behind his desk as two senators argued fiercely inside his office. He was older now, wearing a carefully groomed beard and looking more like his master than he ever thought he would.

“Your actions have undercut our world’s entire economy!” yelled a human politician from one of the many human worlds across the galaxy. He was an old man with a long wispy beard. “I demand that you cease your arguing and put a stop to these damning actions!”

“What right do you have to demand such a thing of us?” said the Duros senator, a race with blue skin and inhuman orange eyes. “It sounds as if you are blaming us for your own poor business decisions. We do not HAVE to charge ridiculously high rates to our customers, just because you price your Doonium in such a way—”

“Precious metals are the life blood of our economy, and you know it! You’re suffering a loss every year just so you can buy us out when we no longer have food!” screamed the human. 

“You have no proof!” said the Duros representative. 

“YOU—”

His human counterpart seemed seconds away from doing something inadvisable. Anakin, however, held his hands out and finally spoke up.

“Gentlemen, please. We’ll get to the bottom of this,” Anakin said.

“This is an attack on my people!” the human declared.

“I cannot stomach these preposterous allegations a second longer!” the Duros declared.

Anakin, however, navigated the situation with a measured smile.

“Disagreements often come from misunderstandings,” Anakin said. “If you can trace your way to the root of them, it often turns out that there is no reason to fight at all. I’ve listened carefully to what each of you have been saying, and I think I’ve discovered the problem. You recently discovered huge deposits of Doonium on one of your moons, correct?”

The Duros senator nodded.

“And your planet has exported Doonium for generations, is that not right?”

“It’s true,” said the human. “Our refined Doonium is the finest in the galaxy, with a price that matches.”

“Yes, your REFINED Doonium,” Anakin said. “You have dealt in this metal for generations. The refining process is a part of your culture by now. I’ve visited once, and the sight of the refineries will always stick with me, beautiful with their huge smooth gray walls.”

“They are a sight,” the human said, smiling slightly as he fondly recalled his home. “Though I don’t see what they have to do with this topic.”

“Because their world won’t have that luxury,” Anakin said calmly. “Their refineries are new and inefficient. In fact, I imagine that the quality of the finished product is greatly reduced. It’s only natural, since they’ve just begun learning how to refine the metal. It isn’t that they’re trying to undercut you. They’re unable to produce metal of the same quality. Thus, they can only charge what customers are willing to pay.”

The human representative opened his mouth. After hesitating, he turned to the alien beside him. “Is this true?”

“We have had some difficulties,” admitted the Duros senator. “Often, our metal finishes the process in a brittle state barely fit for sale. We would be… grateful for guidance. We would even pay handsomely for it.”

Anakin smiled, placing his palms on his desk. “And there we have it. The source of the disagreement. There is no reason that both of you cannot profit, if we approach each other with open minds. I’ll send someone to broker any trade talks soon, if you would like their service.”

“No… I believe we can handle it between ourselves,” the human said, his earlier anger completely gone. In his advanced age, he looked a bit embarrassed, and offered to shake the Duros’s hand, which the other alien accepted.

“How do you do it?” the human senator asked, just as he was about to leave the room. “It’s human nature to become angry when threatened or hurt. But you, Master Jedi… You always stay perfectly calm.”

Anakin smiled.

“Well, it IS the Jedi way,” he said. “But if you must know, I have excellent ways of releasing any anger long before it builds up.”

“Perhaps I’ll have to invest in some of those,” the senator joked. “Goodbye, Master Jedi. And thank you.”

“Goodbye,” Anakin said.

As soon as the man left, Anakin used the Force to shut the door behind him. Then, he leaned down and looked underneath the table, where to exotic beautiful Jedi were slobbering all over his manhood.

Shaak-Ti and Aayla licked Anakin’s cock, completely naked in the spacious area beneath his desk, blocked from view if anyone was looking from the other side. Aayla licked him in an upward motion from the base up to the top of his cock, while Shaak-Ti kissed the other side.

“Very good outlets…” Anakin said, chuckling, reaching down to stroke the heads of his fellow Jedi.

The women turned their heads sideways, puckering and spreading their lips so that the moist interior of their mouths could rub against him. They slid their heads up and down, simulating a soaking pussy bouncing on Anakin’s dick. He made a subtle noise of pleasure, allowed to express his enjoyment now that the office was empty. 

Anakin rested his hands on their montrals and and twi. He stroked the two types of head extensions in the way that he knew the women enjoyed, scratching them almost like they were pets. Anakin’s fingers had visible effects, causing dripping tendrils to hang down from both of the women's bare crotches, leaving wet spots on his floor.

“Whew… It never gets old,” Anakin said fondly.

They weren’t the only ones feeling good. The blowjob had been ongoing throughout the entire time he was listening to the senators’ explanation of their feud, meaning that his dick was already stiffened and full, ready to release a load, which he did without warning.

Cum hit the underside of the desk, then dripped down, running along Aayla and Shaak Ti’s colorful bodies.

Anakin stood up, knocking his chair back, and pulled them both out by the arm. When they stood up, naked and decorated with his cum, they both grabbed onto the sides of his splendid black and brown robes, pushing them off of his shoulders.

As his clothes fell back against the seat, leaving Anakin nude, a bright emblem of the Galactic Senate could be seen on the front of them, with the title: Master Jedi beneath it.

Things could have been so different, Anakin mused, as he bent Shaak-Ti over, exposing her drooling pussy and making her thick butt bulge out. Thrusting into the female Jedi, who moaned and accepted his fierce love without complaint (she loved it) Anakin pondered the path his life had taken.

At the climax of the war, Senator Palpatine of all people had approached him. Palpatine tried to guide Anakin… But it quickly became clear that the place he was taking him was nowhere good. He tried to accentuate Anakin’s natural anger and play upon it. In short, he revealed himself to be the hidden Sith Master, who had been playing both sides against each other the entire time.

He managed to make himself sound more convincing than should’ve been possible. Truly, he had a tongue as silver as his hair. If he had gotten to Anakin slightly earlier then, well, Anakin truly believed he might’ve fallen.

Alas, Palpatine struck too late. Anakin’s anger had been poured out all over his beautiful coworkers who were more than happy to help as often as he needed it. The moment Palpatine started to trust him, Anakin brought his lightsaber out and cut the Sith’s head off. It didn’t take long for the war to fall apart from there.

On top of all his achievements in the war, this final victory catapulted Anakin to prominence. He was finally granted a full place on the Jedi Council, but things didn’t end there. After a decade more of perfect service, never letting his emotions get the best of him for a second, Anakin came to be trusted explicitly.

He had ended up in the role of Master Jedi, not to be confused with a Jedi Master, although he was that too… In effect, he slotted into Palpatine’s old role, acting as the leader of the Jedi and the leader of the Senate. It was a ridiculous amount of power, but he was never even slightly tempted to abuse it.

After all, the only thing he abused now were alien cheeks.

He swatted Shaak-Ti’s thick orange ass, making the cheeks wobble. Aayla sat next to them on the table, biting her lip while she masturbated. Anakin kept spanking the Togruta beneath him, no doubt leaving her ass stinging and sore; Shaak-Ti didn’t complain. 

She and Aayla said they had just grown used to this role, but their bodies couldn’t lie to Anakin. They absolutely lived to soak up his anger.

As ever, he was rough, grabbing her montrals and pulling them back by the tips. He scratched his finger tips against their surface while he did this, stimulating them as he had done during the blowjob. Shaak-Ti’s pussy got wet, tightened, came, loosened, tightened and came again, and loosened again. The cycle repeated as Anakin’s huge dick drilled into her.

“Mm… Mmmm…” Aayla moaned, her cute little mouth hanging open slightly as she watched her teammate get destroyed.

Anakin fucked Shaak-Ti without holding back at all. This included his aggressive thrusts AND the contents of his balls. The moment that he felt like it he came inside.

When his dick popped out, cum streamed down Shaak-Ti’s thighs. She bit her lips with a satisfied expression, moaning. “Nnnnnn…”

Anakin stepped over to Aayla, who had been watching carefully, awaiting her turn. He grabbed the back of her head, dragging her into a kiss that she couldn’t escape, not that she tried.

As he roughly kissed her, his other hand went around her waist, gripping her ass and sliding her to the edge of the desk. When she’d been scooched to the right place, he slammed his dick inside, feeling it go straight to her womb. Aayla’s eyes bulged, before she slowly shut them, surrendering to the aggressive kiss.

Anakin fucked her slowly and hard, jiggling her blue tits around on her chest. When he’d thrust into her, she would get lifted about an inch off the surface, then drop back down, jiggling her fat ass. The hand that he had on the back of her head slid around, rubbing the back of her Twi. 

Eventually, Anakin let go of her and pushed her away, laying her on her back. Aayla gasped, looking up at him with happy disoriented eyes. Even after all this time, she was never able to guess what his next move would be as they fucked. Everything Anakin did was decisive.

Much to her and her partner’s joy.

Grabbing Aayla’s hips, Anakin fucked her as she lay on her back with her legs hanging off. He watched her tits roll around on her chest. Aayla arched her back and screamed like one of her many cousins that worked as courtesans across the galaxy. Hearing her squeal and cum for him, no one would have guessed she was a Jedi at all. 

Anakin reached to the side, grabbing Shaak-Ti as he decided that she had rested long enough. He pulled her over, forcing her to climb onto the desk, and pushed her down against Aayla’s chest. Under his direction, Shaak-Ti bit those flying blue breasts, arousing Anakin further. 

He pulled out of Aayla’s pussy. Before she could become confused as to why, he stabbed his dick into her ass instead. Aaayla howled:

“Aaaahngh!”

Her back stuck up so high that it was like she was trying to touch the ceiling with her belly button. Anakin thrusted into her ass less than ten times, its outrageous grip on him quickly bringing him to completion. 

In the depths of the Twi’lek beauty’s ass, Anakin dumped all that was in his balls, filling it to the point of spilling.

He turned to his robes, picking them up and dusting them off, preparing to get back into his clothes; three orgasms in a short span of time had sufficiently drained him, leaving his dick in a softened state.

“What’s my next appointment again?” he asked.

Aayla was in no state to answer. Shaak-Ti ran her fingers along her compatriot’s toned stomach and answered: “A meeting with the representative of Rodia, to discuss a brewing civil war.”

“Perfect!” Anakin smiled as he pulled his clothes back on. “I find myself in a PERFECT mood for diplomatic relations.”

He stopped a second later, however, sniffing himself. He grimaced. “Though a shower is in order first, I believe.”

“With company?” Shaak-Ti asked.

At the question, Aayla immediately raised her head, proving she wasn’t as out of it as she seemed.

Smiling ruefully, Anakin grabbed them by the wrists and pulled them toward the complete bathroom attached to an office.

There was a reason he’d requested one to be added.

Soon, the sound of running water started up, matched by pounding sounds and wailing moans.