Snips, Skyguy and the Senator (Star Wars Ahsoka x Anakin x Padme story) (Patreon)

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All characters are over the age of 18 in this story

Anakin Skywalker was in hot pursuit, sprinting through the bowels of Coruscant’s Level 1313. Lightsaber at his side, the Jedi knight ducked, weaved and dodged his way past street vendors and vagabonds of various species. Many passersby expressed confusion and a few blurted out an annoyed expletive as Anakin and his prey bolted past them, before carrying on with their day. Chaos was a way of life in Coruscant’s most notorious district, after all. 

Ahead of him, his quarry rounded a corner and ran into a long alleyway, with Anakin only seconds behind him. Force, he never knew a Gran could run this fast. 

The treasonous 3-eyed former politician found himself at a dead end. He let out a frustrated grunt, slamming his fist on the steel wall of the building in front of him. With his target trapped, Anakin crossed his arms as he walked up to him. 

“Give it up, Prem. It’s over. Come quietly,” Anakin said with swagger. 

The Gran glared at him with hatred in all three eyes. “Would you ‘come quietly’ if our roles were reversed, Commander Skywalker?” 

Anakin’s bravado slipped and he found himself looking back at him with contempt. “I didn’t secretly produce biological weapons for the Separatists, so our roles never would be reversed, would they?”

Prem snorted, reaching his hand behind his back, pulling something out of his neon coat. 

“Hey, hands where I can see them, Prem!” Anakin’s hand went to his lightsaber. 

The Gran gave him a disconcerting smirk. “I’ll not rot in a Republic prison, Commander. Never.” 

Prem threw down a stun detonator, and Anakin’s ears started ringing just as he ignited his lightsaber. Shaking his head, Anakin looked up, and the Gran was nowhere to be seen. He growled with frustration, looking around the alleyway with lightsaber raised. He noticed a manhole cover slightly ajar, leading down into the sewers. 

Pulling aside the manhole cover, Anakin jumped in after his quarry, his boots splashing into the waste water. The moment he hit the ground, he immediately sensed danger through the Force and raised his lightsaber just quickly enough to deflect a blaster bolt fired directly at his head. 

Prem cursed as the Jedi deflected his shot, rounding the corner at the end of the sewer tunnel. Anakin broke into a full sprint after him with weapon at the ready. Up ahead, he heard the sound of a struggle around the corner in the adjacent sewer tunnel. 

Instead of being met with another blaster bolt like he was expecting upon rounding the corner, Anakin was surprised to see two masked figures standing over his target. Judging by a quick appraisal of them beneath their bounty hunter garb, it did not take long for Anakin to determine that they were both female. 

The slightly shorter of the two had her foot firmly planted on Prem’s chest as he struggled beneath her. “W- what’re you…?!” the Gran babbled from the confusion of evading his Jedi pursuer only to run straight into two bounty hunters. With a snarl, he aimed his blaster up at the slender hunter standing over him. 

With a frush sound and quick, blinding flash, Anakin was immensely surprised to see the hunter swiftly brandish a pair of lightsabers, slicing Prem’s blaster in two before she leveled the blades at his neck. 

“Wait…please d- don’t kill me!” Prem gasped, now truly starting to panic, his cocky attitude entirely gone. 

The other bounty hunter put her hand on her compatriot’s shoulder. “Take his head and let’s be done with this. We’re being paid more for dead.” The bounty hunter’s voice was disguised by a modulator.

“Wait!” Anakin stepped forward with his lightsaber still drawn.

At once, the second hunter noticed his presence and drew her own pair of curved sabers, stepping up to block Anakin’s path between her and their shared quarry. “Not one step closer!” she warned him. After a moment, she cocked her head with realization. “Wait a minute…Skywalker?”

Anakin looked back at the bounty hunter before his eyes widened. He felt foolish for not realizing sooner. He’d crossed blades with those curved sabers often enough, and had seen only one other person wear that garb, back when he pursued a certain terrorist who bombed the Jedi temple. 

“Ventress.”

Bumping into his former adversary, Asajj Ventress, was surprising enough, but when he turned to her partner he also noticed that she was brandishing a pair of lightsabers that he had known all too well. He had given those sabers away himself, after all. 

“A- Anakin?” the bounty hunter said softly, her voice also garbled by a modulator beneath her helmet similar to Ventress’. 

Anakin’s heart pounded in his chest as she sheathed one of her sabers and lifted her helmet, though he already knew who it was even before the helmet came off. He only now realized that he had felt his former padawan’s presence in the Force the moment he jumped down into the sewers. But when he saw those familiar blue and white montrals, he knew for certain. 

It had been months since he had last seen Ahsoka Tano. They had parted ways just before she had gone off to fight in the Siege of Mandalore and he had gone off to rescue the Chancellor - the same Chancellor that he would later unmask as a traitor alongside Master Windu before ending his schemes once and for all. He had received only one communication from her, telling him that she needed time on her own, away from the Jedi. Time to find herself and fend for herself without him to lean on. It had caused him just as much confusion as when she first left the order, especially since he had hoped that their reunion before Mandalore would’ve brought him and his former padawan together again. 

“Ahsoka,” Anakin said softly. “It’s good to see you again.” 

Her orange cheeks flushed, and for a moment she looked very much like that girl that used to follow him along on mission after mission. “It’s good to see you too, Anakin.” 

Prem’s squirming underneath Ahsoka’s boot brought all of them back to reality. Ventress lowered her sabers, pointing them instead down at the Gran. “Yes yes, a touching reunion,” Ventress said with her familiar sardonic attitude. “But we have a bounty to claim. So go on, take his head. Or I will.”

Ahsoka looked back up at Anakin and then hesitantly down at Prem again. Anakin intervened, deactivating his saber. “Ventress, Ahsoka, please. I have orders to bring him in alive.”

Ventress snorted. “Do you know how many innocents this scum has killed with his bioweapons? Our clients on Malastare lost family members to some of them, and are paying extra to see justice - true justice - dispensed.” 

Anakin furrowed his brow. “You’ve killed innocents for the Separatist cause too, Ventress.”

The short-haired, pale-skinned Dathomiri woman glared at him. “Not in the way he has. In any case, what do you and your Jedi council care whether he is alive or dead, as long as he faces justice?” 

Anakin looked beseechingly at Ahsoka, who averted his gaze, as if she was ashamed. Ventress noticed the shared look between them, her shoulders sagging. “Ah, I see. You don’t want your former padawan bloodying her hands.” She shook her head. “You know you cannot protect her forever. Sooner or later you have to let her make her own choices.” 

“You mean make your choices?” he said accusingly. 

“Don’t judge me, Skywalker. Your council pardoned me for my crimes, and I can assure you that Tano and I only take contract killings for slime who deserve it, like this,” Ventress said, giving Prem a film kick. Even a bounty hunter can have a code.”

He looked at Ahsoka again before turning back to Ventress. “How much are you being paid?”

She raised a brow at him. “Thirty-five thousand credits.” 

“Let me take him alive and I will ensure that you are paid forty.” 

Ventress scoffed at this. “You’re bluffing.”

“Am I? We promised you that pardon and gave it to you, did we not?”

The former Sith assassin snorted. “Ahsoka promised me the pardon, not you. But point taken.”

She looked down at the Gran and then back at Anakin. “Very well. We will take forty and you can have him. Our client is not going to be happy, but as long as he’s not running free anymore.”

Ventress deactivated her sabers, reached down and gave a hard punch to Prem with the hilt of her saber, knocking him out cold. Hesitantly, Ahsoka removed her foot from the Gran’s chest now that he was unconscious.

Anakin’s shoulders sagged with relief. “Thank you,” he said to Ventress who muttered something under her breath. Despite her bluster, Anakin had to concede that the former Sith was much improved compared to the sadist she used to be. Perhaps being around Ahsoka or Quinlan had softened her somewhat. 

Ahsoka looked up at him as Ventress busied herself with tying up the Gran’s arms and legs. “What’re you doing?!” Ahsoka asked angrily. 

He looked firmly at his former padawan. “You were going to kill him, Ahsoka.”

She shrugged. “What of it? You’ve killed before. Admiral Trench, Count Dooku…Chancellor Palpatine.”

“Those were different!”

“Were they?” She asked defensively. The togruta looked away sullenly. “Why is it that you are allowed to be as rash as you want to be, but I’m still the child that needs to be coddled and protected?!”

Anakin took her gently but insistently by the shoulders. “Damn it, Snips! I don’t want you making my mistakes!” He signed. “Look, Trench, Dooku and Palpatine were bad men. They were going to destroy the Jedi and the Republic. But…you shouldn’t find satisfaction in killing those who have surrendered, no matter their crimes. Believe me on this.”

She gave him a guilty frown. “I wasn’t going to take satisfaction…”

“You were,” Anakin said adamantly. “I could sense it.”

“I don’t need you looking after me anymore, Anakin! Ventress is right, I need to find my own way. Even if it means making my own mistakes.”

He rubbed her arms comfortingly. “I know you don’t, Ahsoka. But is it so wrong for me to care about your well-being? What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t?”

She looked into his face with wide eyes, her frustration slowly deflating under his comforting gaze. Despite their time apart, he was like her master, her brother, once more. She nodded, her eyes becoming teary. 

He smiled. “Ahsoka, maybe you should take a break from bounty hunting for a while.”

Ahsoka shook her head. “I need credits to support myself, Anakin,” she croaked. 

He wrapped her in a warm, comforting hug. She tucked her head into his shoulder. “Come stay at Padme’s penthouse. She would love to have you.”

She pulled back from his embrace. “I don’t know, Anakin.”

“I can’t force you, Ahsoka. But I think staying there for a while would really do some good.”

She looked hesitantly at Ventress who was standing over Prem, giving them some space. She sighed and looked back at him. “I…I will think about it.”

He nodded and smiled. “That’s all I ask.” He leaned down and picked up Prem’s bound, unconscious body. He looked at Ventress, giving her a respectful nod. “Ventress.”

She nodded back. “Skywalker.” She turned and walked down the opposite tunnel. “Just make sure we see our credits soon.”

Ahsoka looked at her former master one last time before following Ventress. As she was leaving, Anakin turned and looked over his shoulder. “Snips?”

She turned to face him.

“It was really good to see you again.” 

Ahsoka smiled, her orange cheeks turning bright orange. It was impossible for her to stay mad at him for very long. “You too, Skyguy,” she replied softly. 

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Ahsoka Tano and Asajj Ventress found themselves in one of the seediest dives of Level 1313. The two Force-wielding bounty hunter women had taken off their helmets and were seated at two bar stools. Ventress took a swig of Devaronian beer - hard swill that she downed with surprising ease. Ahsoka silently sat and drank her own Chandrillan wine silently, paying no mind to the raucous laughter of the bar patrons around her. Despite the chaos and danger of 1313, she found a strange thrill in the vibrant nightlife of the undercity. Even if she could barely focus on it at that moment. 

Ventress slammed her beer down, shaking her head. “Well. Quite a day, wasn’t it, princess?”

Ahsoka looked at her, rolling her eyes at the pet-name Ventress had given her. Despite how impulsive and abrasive Ventress was, they worked together surprisingly well these past months. The former Sith took her under her wing and showed her the ropes of bounty hunting with a patience and understanding that she initially never would’ve expected from her. It was becoming harder and harder to think of her as a former adversary as time passed. She would even be inclined to say that she rather liked the other woman at this point. 

“Yes…it was certainly a day,” Ahsoka said, swirling her drink around in her glass. 

Ventress noted that her partner was silent for several moments. “Still thinking about running into Skywalker?”

Ahsoka looked at Ventress, rubbing the back of her neck. She opened her mouth to deny it, but all it took was Ventress raising a brow at her to know that she saw right through whatever excuse she was about to use. She sighed and nodded. 

Ventress put a hand on her shoulder comfortingly. “It’s been over a year, Ahsoka. Don’t you think it’s time you put the Jedi behind you? Especially after what they did to you.”

Ahsoka looked at her. “Anakin isn’t ‘the Jedi.’ He and Padme stood by me when nobody else would. And I repaid that by walking away from him when he needed me most. I feel guilty for even snapping at him today.” 

“Perhaps,” Ventress conceded, taking another drink. “But you were right to take time away from him, even if he’s different from the rest of the Order. You needed that time on your own.” 

Ahsoka smiled wryly at her. “I wasn’t entirely on my own, was I?” 

Ventress smirked, turning her bar stool to face the young togruta woman. “Come now, you did plenty of bounties on your own, without me.” Ventress made little tiptoes with her fingers up Ahsoka’s arm, causing her to shiver and start blushing. 

“You know,” Ventress said softly, her inflection taking on a soft, intimate tone. “I’ve rather enjoyed working with you these past months, Tano. I never thought I’d say that. I used to prefer working alone, but having a partner has its…benefits.” 

She placed her hand on Ahsoka’s inner thigh, causing her to gulp. The togruta looked around the bar, anxious that others were watching her. The touch itself was…not unwelcome, however. 

Ventress leaned closer to Ahsoka, her mouth next to her ear. “I can show you things that the Jedi cannot.” She brushed her cheek against Ahsoka’s. “That Anakin will not.” She pulled back to look into Ahsoka’s face. “If you want me to.” 

Ahsoka’s heart pounded in her chest as Ventress’ pale face slowly inched closer to hers. Ahsoka knew she could pull back if she wished, but Ventress’ pull was magnetic. She’d secretly found the former Sith very attractive for some time, but she’d never had the courage to work through these feelings of hers. The same had been the case with Lux and Barriss. The Jedi actively discouraged such feelings for her entire life, and she didn’t know what to do with them. For once, she allowed herself to just follow her own instincts on this matter. 

Her plush lips met with Ventress’ and she felt butterflies in her stomach akin to her first kiss with Lux. She didn’t know what she was doing, but Ventress was happy to guide her, all while the sounds of the bar around them faded away. Ahsoka moaned into the former Sith’s heated kiss, her entire body feeling warm and alive the moment she felt Ventress’ tongue probing at her lips until Ahsoka allowed it in. 

As Ventress’ tongue explored the inside of the virgin togruta’s mouth, the Dathomiri woman’s hand trailed further and further up her inner thigh closer to her crotch. When two of her fingers rubbed over Ahsoka’s pant-covered pussy, her eyes flashed open. Ahsoka jerked back from her kiss with Ventress, panting. 

“Is something wrong, princess?”

Ahsoka shook her head, squeezing her legs together and biting her lips. “I’m sorry, Asajj. I liked kissing you. Your lips were…so soft,” she whispered bashfully. “But I don’t…think I’m comfortable doing that. Not yet.”

Ventress put a finger to her lips. “Shh…it’s alright. I understand. I’ll not touch you in that way again, and I do apologize for overstepping.” She brushed Ahsoka’s orange cheek. “If ever you wish to explore such things with me, I’m here for you. Or if you never want to, that works for me too.”

Ahsoka now began to feel guilty for cutting her off when the other woman was so enamored with her in that way. Part of Ahsoka felt the same way, but she didn’t know if she could overcome the shyness, insecurities and years of Jedi dogma. At least not yet. 

“I…don’t mind kissing you more. If you want to, that is,” Ahsoka said, blushing. 

Ventress gave her a feisty grin. “That I am happy to do.” Her pale head leaned forward and she snagged the younger togruta woman’s lips with hers. They made out for some time, exploring each other’s mouths and tongues vigorously. Sometimes another unscrupulous character in the bar would peep on them, but all it would take was one hard stare from the Dathomiri for the hapless peeper to rethink what they saw and avert their gaze.  

After some time, they pulled back from their makeout session, a strand of spit connecting their mouths. Ahsoka was left panting, rubbing her legs together as she felt a wellspring of arousal building up in her nethers. Ventress smiled at her, leaning forward and planting a kiss on Ahsoka’s cute nose. 

They sat in silence for some moments, Ventress taking another drink of her beer before she looked back at the younger woman with her hand in her elbow, pondering. Finally, she said, “You should return to Skywalker.”

Ahsoka looked at her with surprise. “Really? Weren’t you just telling me not to?”

Ventress sighed. “Look, Skywalker and I may have had our differences, but even I would admit that you’re right. He’s not like the other Jedi. You should take some time, work things out with him. And if you want to…meet up with me again afterward, well, I’ll be down here.”

Ahsoka blinked before she leaned forward and wrapped her in a warm embrace. “Thank you, Asajj. For everything. You’ve been a…good friend.”

Ventress rolled her eyes and patted her back with a smirk. “Yes, yes, just don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation to maintain.” That got a chuckle out of the former padawan. 

+++

Padme Amidala, vice chancellor of the Republic, looked adoringly down at her twins with a smile. Luke and Leia were fast asleep in their crib, the infants snuggled close to each other as usual. Baby Luke was sucking on his thumb while Leia’s head was buried into his shoulder. R2-D2, their loyal astromech droid, was idle just a few feet away.

These children were her world now, and Anakin’s. And once her maternity leave of absence was over, she intended to get back to work in the senate to ensure that another conflict like the Clone Wars never came about. She could not bear to have her children grow up in that reality.

“Padme?” 

She turned around to face her Jedi husband and put a finger to her lips, indicating that he keep his voice down. Seeing his children in their crib, he nodded and obligingly approached her as quietly as he could. He planted a kiss on his beautiful wife’s cheek as she smiled at him. 

“Sorry I’m late. This council meeting didn’t seem to ever end,” he whispered, brushing through her brown curls, his gaze still fixed on his children. Padme could see the love in his eyes for their son and daughter. She had initially been unsure how Anakin would take to being a parent, but he had stepped into the role more than she ever would’ve expected. The Jedi council’s reluctant permission had certainly helped as well. 

After admiring their sleeping children for some minutes, Padme gently motioned Anakin back into the living room of her luxury penthouse, leaving the two twins to sleep while R2 watched over them. She had the baby monitor with her, and R2 would alert her if anything occurred. Though it had been years since that assassination attempt on her life, Padme was not about to take any chances, especially where her children were concerned. 

Anakin and Padme sat down in the penthouse living room. Padme saw that he was deep in thought, contemplative. “Are you still thinking about Ahsoka?”

He nodded. “I shouldn’t have just left her down there.”

She took her husband’s hand. “She has to make her own choices. You can’t force her.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I do think you were right to offer her the choice to stay here, with us.” 

He looked at her with a guilty smile. “Sorry, I should have checked with you first.”

She waved him off. “Don’t be. I would have done the same thing. I always saw Ahsoka as something of a little sister. It bothers me as well that she is down on 1313 having to fend for herself.” She folded her hands in her lap. 

“I guess you’re right,” he signed. His thoughts turned back to his pursuit of the former separatist through the undercity and he frowned. “She was going to kill Prem in cold blood, Padme. I don’t know if that is Ventress’ influence, or Ahsoka herself.” 

She looked at him with concern. “And you saw yourself in her, didn’t you? You had to make that choice. With Palpatine and Master Windu.”

He looked at her, wanting to deny it. But he knew she was right. He couldn’t bring himself to lie to her. He solemnly nodded. 

“I’d like to think I made the right choice. The war is at an end, the Jedi are rethinking some of their teachings, Palpatine’s schemes are no more, and the reformations in the senate brought about by you, Bail Organa and Mon Mothma are a step in the right direction.” Padme nodded in agreement.

They heard a chime, and a moment later C-3P0 walked into the room. “Oh, Master Anakin, Mistress Padme, there is someone at the door,” the protocol droid said to them. 

Anakin and Padme looked at each other. “Were you expecting somebody?” 

Padme shook her head, just as surprised as he was. They stood up together and followed Threepio to the door. Anakin put a hand to the saber on his belt. This was perhaps a bit excessive, but she supposed she couldn’t blame his caution. 

They walked to the door and opened it. There, standing on the threshold, was Ahsoka Tano. Anakin’s former apprentice was rubbing her arm awkwardly, looking down at the floor.

Padme’s eyes lit up. “Ahsoka, I’m so glad you’ve come!” The former senator stepped forward without hesitation, embracing the younger woman. After a moment, Ahsoka slowly wrapped her arms around the human woman. Anakin stood back, leaning against the wall and watching with a smile.

“Hello, Padme,” Ahsoka said softly, slowly warming up to the embrace. She had not seen the former senator since the debacle with the Jedi Temple bombing. But Padme’s presence seemed to comfort Ahsoka as such that they’d never parted ways. She then looked at her former master, nodding, “Anakin.”

Padme smiled, looking over at Anakin and giving him a knowing nod. “Ani and I are so happy to see you again. There’s no pressure for you to stay, but you’re welcome to a hot bath and a guest room. And we will be having dinner soon.”

“Thank you,” Ahsoka said, pulling back from the hug. She looked at Anakin. “Both of you. I…” she paused, looking back at the elevator behind her as if she was still contemplating leaving. “...I would like a bath. But I don’t want to impose.” 

“It’s no trouble at all,” Anakin replied. “Dinner will be ready when you’re finished. We’d love for you to join us.” 

Ahsoka nodded, looking at both him and Padme. “Before I do, I was hoping to…” 

Padme and Anakin looked at her questioningly, patiently waiting for her to continue. 

“...can I meet them?” 

Knowing immediately who she was referring to, Padme smiled and nodded. “Of course. Follow me.” 

Padme led Ahsoka through her penthouse and to the nursery that they had set up, while Anakin followed behind them. Ahsoka’s eyes widened with wonder the moment she saw the twins in their crib. They had just woken up from their nap and were squirming in the crib. Padme and Anakin bent down into the crib, Anakin taking Leia into his arms and Padme taking Luke into her arms. 

“Good morning, my loves. Would you like to meet your aunt Ahsoka?” Padme said softly to the two babies, brushing through the light strands of hair on baby Luke’s head. 

Ahsoka was frozen in place for several moments, but with a polite nod from Anakin, she finally willed herself to step closer to them. She was in awe at seeing her former master’s children for the first time, never quite believing that such a thing would ever happen. During the last message they had exchanged after Mandalore, Anakin had told her of the birth of his son and daughter, and it had left her dumbfounded. Not that it was a massive shock to her given that she’d suspected the true nature of his relationship with Padme for some time. But the reality of him and the former senator bringing two little ones into the world, especially given his role as a Jedi… it was a lot for her to take in.

Padme and Anakin both smiled and turned their children around in their arms so they could get a look at the young togruta woman and vice versa. Both babies looked up at her with curious, wide eyes. They had only just recently started to gain more awareness of their surroundings, and no doubt were seeing a togruta for the very first time. Luke, who was closest to her, murmured some unintelligible baby babble and reached up to touch the tip of her lekku with a finger. Anakin brought Leia closer and the baby girl did the same with Ahsoka’s other lekku. 

Ahsoka’s eyes watered slightly as she looked adoringly down at the two babies. “They’re beautiful,” she said, her voice filled with emotion. 

Anakin smiled. “I’m so happy you were able to finally meet them, Snips. I just wished I could have introduced you sooner.” 

Ahsoka shook her head, wiping a lone tear from her eye. “It was my fault. I was stubborn. I think there was a part of me that resented the tolerance and understanding that the council extended to you - a courtesy they did not show me. But you deserved that leeway. I was arrogant. You saved the Republic, saved the Jedi order. And I should have been there to help you do it.”

Her former master handed Leia to Padme for a moment and pulled Ahsoka into a hug. “There’s nothing you need to apologize for, Ahsoka. You stopped Maul, and you sent me a warning about Sidious. I very well might have fallen for his manipulations if not for you doing that. You’re here now, Ahsoka.”

“And you are welcome to stay as long as you need to,” Padme added as she rocked both babies in her arms. 

Ahsoka held Anakin tightly as if she never wanted to let him go again. When they finally did pull back from their embrace, she could see that he was looking nearly as emotional as she was. Already the emptiness that she had felt these past months was beginning to abate, just being in his presence again. It was as if a part of her that had gone missing had been returned to her. 

Baby Luke began to whine and fuss, tugging at Padme’s gown. Leia began to follow suit. “Oh my, it seems that someone is getting hungry,” Padme said. The former senator sat down into a chair near their crib. She tugged her gown down and held one baby in each arm. At once, both babies began to suckle from her nipples at the same time, drinking greedily. 

Ahsoka gulped from the sight of this and averted her gaze, not wanting to feel like she was gawking too much at what was a perfectly natural occurrence. It had not been the first time she’d seen a mother nursing her babes, after all. 

“Would you like that bath now?” Anakin said, turning to her. 

His former padawan eagerly nodded. Anakin led her out of the nursery and to a large luxury bathroom down that hall that Ahsoka had never seen before. The entire bathroom had the classic ancient stone aesthetics of Theed City back on Naboo. And in the center was perhaps the largest bathtub Ahsoka had ever seen. 

She turned back to Anakin and he handed her a towel. “Take as much time as you need, Snips. Join us for dinner whenever you want to.” 

Ahsoka wrapped him in another hug of gratitude again and he chuckled. “You’re very huggy today, aren’t you?”

She pulled back and smirked at him. “Get used to it…Skyguy.” 

He rolled his eyes from their familiar quipping, and Ahsoka felt as if everything was back to normal again.

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Some time later, Ahsoka stepped up out of the bathtub with a refreshed sigh, water dripping down her naked body. She stood in front of the full-sized mirror, appraising herself for several moments. Her nubile orange body was toned from a lifetime of training under the Jedi, fighting in the Clone Wars, and working as a bounty hunter. Her pert breasts could not compare to Padme’s, but she knew that she had still managed to turn the head of more than a few men (and the odd woman) down on 1313. Since she’d begun bounty hunting with Ventress, she’d picked up a fresh scar or two on her skin - one on her left arm and one on her midriff. 

She picked up the towel that Anakin had left for her and dried herself off. Her underclothes and armor were frankly filthy after that last job to catch Prem, and she was not keen on putting them back on again until she got them cleaned. She noted that Anakin had seemingly also left her with a change of nightclothes - probably some of Padme’s. Ahsoka donned the warm clothes and exited the bathroom. 

She came out into the living room and saw Anakin and Padme seated at the small four-person dining table. Threepio brought out a tray of salted shaak meat from Naboo, along with a fruit platter. 

“Thank you, Threepio,” Padme said, the protocol droid bowing. Padme noticed Ahsoka and smiled. “Ahsoka! Come, join us.” 

Ahsoka nodded, walking over. “Hello Threepio,” she said, looking up to the protocol droid as she passed him. 

“Oh, so good to see you again, Ahsoka Tano! Master Anakin and Mistress Padme were so eager for you to join us.” 

Ahsoka walked over to Anakin and Padme at the table and sat down at one of the spare chairs. Anakin smiled and poured her a glass of wine. 

“How was the bath?” Padme asked. 

“Amazing,” Ahsoka admitted. “I didn’t know how badly I needed that.” 

“Yeah, I was starting to smell something,” Anakin said with a wink. 

“Ani!” Padme admonished. 

Ahsoka narrowed her eyes at him playfully. “You’d better watch yourself over there,” she said, pointing a fork at him. He chuckled. 

Padme rolled her eyes at her husband’s antics, turning back to Ahsoka. “Well, don’t be shy. Dig in.” 

Ahsoka ate the sweet, succulent meat in front of her along with the fruits. She could not remember the last time she had had a decent meal. Not that she complained about what she ate down on 1313 with Ventress, but there was no comparison to a fresh-cooked meal of Naboo cuisine. 

As they ate, Ahsoka bantered back and forth with Anakin about some of their misadventures during the war while Padme mostly sat back and smiled as she ate and listened to them. They mostly steered clear of talking about the Jedi order itself; Ahsoka wasn’t ready to broach that yet, but mutual acquaintances of them were talked about at length.

“I still couldn’t believe I had to save Obi-wan from yet another nest of creatures prepared to eat him. I need to start keeping a tally,” Anakin laughed. 

Ahsoka smiled fondly. “How is he?” 

“Obi-wan? The same, I suppose. Still sarcastic, still disapproves of most of my choices. He’s on Mandalore now, helping Bo-Katan to rebuild.” He took on a solemn expression. “For the late duchess.” 

Ahsoka nodded. “I’m just glad there’s something to rebuild.” 

“That’s thanks to you, Ahsoka.” 

She shrugged modestly, finishing her meal. She looked across the table at Padme. “Are the babies asleep again?”

Padme nodded. “I put them down to bed a short while ago.”

“Force, they do sleep a lot, don’t they?” Ahsoka said with amazement. 

“That they do.” Padme smiled. “Sleeping, eating and needing to be changed. That is their whole life for now.” 

Ahsoka looked at Anakin with a grin. “Anakin Skywalker, war hero and savior of the Republic and the Jedi, changing diapers all day.” 

He rolled his eyes. “Alright, laugh it up, Snips.” Padme and Ahsoka laughed.

By the time she’d finished eating and took her last sip of wine, she began to yawn. It was frustrating for her; she wanted to stay up longer and catch up with Anakin and Padme, but she was frankly wiped out from her recent jobs down on 1313. Though the wine didn’t help.

“You look tired, Ahsoka,” Padme noted, when Ahsoka yawned for about the tenth time in five minutes. 

“Yeah…I think I might turn in early, if that’s alright with you both. I don’t want to be rude.”

“Think nothing of it,” Padme said, pulling her chair out and standing up. Anakin followed suit. “We have a guest room ready for you, next to the bathroom and around the corner from our room.” 

“Thank you so much, both of you. For dinner and…for everything. You didn’t need to go through all the trouble for me.” 

“Anytime, Snips.” He rubbed her back. “We can talk more in the morning.” 

Ahsoka smiled and nodded to both of them. “Good night.” 

“Good night, Ahsoka. Sleep well,” Padme said. 

+++

Some hours later, Padme and Anakin were asleep in their own bed. Padme woke up briefly in the middle of the night to double check the baby monitor. This was a motherly impulse that made sleep a very touch-and-go affair for her, but she relaxed when she saw that Luke and Leia were fast asleep in their crib, setting the baby monitor back aside once more. 

She leaned her brunette head back on the pillow and she heard Anakin suck in a deep breath as he spooned himself against her from behind. Padme smiled and snuggled into her husband’s warmth, feeling the heat radiating off of his muscular chest. 

The former senator’s eyes widened, however, when she felt a familiar hardness pressing up against her ass from behind. His cock head seemingly crept out of the fly of his underwear and had managed to slip beneath the hem of her nightgown to make direct contact with her fleshy globes. Oh my. It seemed that somebody was still very much awake. It had not been the first time she’d dealt with Anakin’s morning wood, but he felt especially stiff tonight. 

She considered leaving it be and just ignoring it to return to sleep as she had done in the past. But instead, she began grinding her ass against his hardness. She felt her pussy getting wet the more she rubbed herself against his engorged cock - stiff as the steel of his lightsaber. 

Padme gasped when one of Anakin’s fingers slipped beneath the blanket and began rubbing her wet pussy. His other hand - the prosthetic hand - gently rolled her tender breast. 

“Oh, Ani…we shouldn’t. Ahsoka is sleeping in the other room,” she whispered. 

He was planting kisses on her neck that sent chills through her in the best way. “She can’t hear us in her room. And you saw how tired she was. She’s going to be out,” he whispered huskily into her ear. 

It was becoming increasingly difficult to argue with him. She bit her lip, moaning as his fingers were coated in his juices. When his long, thick cock brushed over the soft petals of her labia, she was left mewling and grinding her sex back against him.

“Well, if you are sure…” he cheekily taunted, pulling his cock away from her juicy slit.

“No!” She gasped sharply, pushing herself back against him until his swollen cockhead was pressing against her cunt. “You can’t get me worked up like that and not do something about it, Jedi.”

Anakin grinned, his hand on her hips as he inched himself closer to his wife, pressing himself into her ever so slightly, popping just the cockhead inside her as she gasped. “As the vice chancellor wishes,” he murmured seductively, nibbling on her earlobe. He shoved the rest of his cock inside her soaking wet sex. Padme gripped the bedsheets beneath her so tightly that her knuckles turned white, letting a moan escape her lips. 

Padme sighed and let out barely-contained moans as Anakin lifted her leg up in the air so he could stroke in and out of her cunt even deeper. He filled her up so nicely as always, his long, thick cock sliding deep with each push. Finding out how well-endowed he was on their wedding night on Naboo had been one of the biggest surprises of Padme’s life. And it was a surprise that she was still reaping the benefits of whenever they made love. 

She rocked herself back against his thrusts, moaning, “Oh, Ani…” as he pumped in and out of her pussy, quickly forgetting about keeping her voice down. They still engaged in foreplay often, but this time they had both relished skipping straight to the main event. Padme reached out and squeezed one of her breasts, a dribble of milk leaking from her nipple in the process. Anakin laced his fingers with her other hand as he buried his head in her brunette curls while continuing to ramp up his speed, his toned hips clapping against her ass again and again with each thrust.

They soon changed positions, flipping up the bedsheets now that they were both growing warm, their bodies glistening with sweat. Padme was on her back, spreading her luscious thighs open for him. Anakin settled himself between her legs, his chiseled chest pressing down on her as he pushed himself back inside her again to the tune of a deep grunt and a feminine squeal from her. Padme’s legs wrapped around his thrusting buttocks as he pounded her sex. They locked lips and kissed passionately as their nighttime fucking reached a fever pitch.

Out of the corner of her eye, Padme saw someone peeping in on them from the entrance to their bedroom. At first she thought it was Threepio coming to interrupt them about something. But then when Padme saw the outline of a familiar pair of montrals, she knew who it was.

She was shocked at first, her eyes widening as Anakin kissed her and continued fucking her, blissfully unaware of what she’d seen. But what Padme noticed next surprised her even more. In the darkness and what little light was creeping through the windows, she faintly saw Ahsoka’s hand between her legs, touching herself. This revelation was enough to prompt Padme to moan loudly into Anakin’s heated kiss as an orgasm wracked her body, his thick prick combined with the bizarre novelty of being watched by the young togruta woman finally bringing her off. Through the lustful haze of her climax, Padme gripped Anakin’s clenching and unclenching asscheeks as he was breathing heavily and approaching his own orgasm. She put her chin on his shoulder, looking again toward the doorway behind him, and their curious spectator was gone. 

+++

When Ahsoka returned to her bedroom, her skin was flushed with a brighter hue of orange from what she had seen. Shutting the door behind her, she proceeded to dim the shades of the privacy windows, tuning out the nightlife of Coruscant beyond. The former padawan wasted no time in slipping her tight-fitting athletic pants down her legs. She wadded up her panties and then tossed those aside as well. 

She spread her legs open and wasted no time in dipping her pointer finger between her legs, pressing the digit to the wet seam of her cunt. Ahsoka whimpered as she began fingering herself, all while thinking of Anakin and Padme having sex. Her former master had his…penis inside Padme and he was moving it in and out and letting out those familiar grunts of his. The same type he would sometimes mutter while she had trained with him or fought alongside him on a mission. His toned body had rippled with muscle as he moved his hips between the beautiful former senator’s spread legs. Ahsoka had scarcely ever thought of Anakin in that way, but now that she had happened upon him right in the middle of his sordid act, it was impossible not to salivate at the thought of his body. 

It had not been that much of a surprise to walk in on Anakin and Padme in such a manner. She had long suspected that the two of them had a relationship that went beyond friendship, ever since she had seen their interactions closely during a certain shuttle flight. And she’d since learned of their marriage now that the Jedi council was aware of it. But seeing the actual act of sex firsthand was another matter entirely. 

Padme’s moans had also been very arousing. Anakin’s penis must have felt very good inside her to prompt such sounds from her lips. And Ahsoka had to admit that the former senator had an amazing-looking body. She may not have had as much tone as Ahsoka herself did, given Padme’s line of work as a politician, but she kept herself in great shame nonetheless. And her breasts were larger than Ahsoka’s own were - even plumper now given her recent pregnancy - and she had seen them dancing up and down her chest with Anakin’s thrusting movements between her legs, her pink nipples doing figure eights. It was an utterly enticing and captivating display for the togruta young woman.

Ahsoka pulled her fingers away from her pussy, a strange feeling of guilt suddenly overriding her arousal. What was she thinking, pleasuring herself to her former master and one of her closest friends? Their indiscretions were none of her business. This was Padme’s penthouse, and she and Anakin offered her their hospitality when she needed it. She should not have been peeping on them or touching herself to them, no matter how pent up she felt.

Years of temperance and self-control instilled in her by the Jedi order could not easily be wiped away by her base desires. And perhaps they shouldn’t be either. Whatever her grievances with the Jedi order, they were an institution that had thrived for millenia. Surely they did not instill such teachings in their disciples if there was not a good reason for it. 

Shaking her head, Ahsoka slipped her panties back on and crawled beneath the covers. Soon enough she drifted off, thankful enough to finally have a sanctuary where she could have her first restful sleep in a long time, no longer having to worry about being mugged or killed in her sleep in the chaos of Coruscant’s lower levels. 

Or so the former padawan thought. 

Soon enough, she found herself on her knees, a pair of metal restraints clamped to her wrists behind her back. 

“Ahsoka Tano.”

She recognized that taunting voice from a memory, but she had no idea where it was coming from. 

“Show yourself!” Ahsoka defiantly shouted out. 

The figure in question was suddenly standing before her, as if he had materialized out of thin air. A pair of familiar robotic legs were right in front of her face. All at once, she recognized where she was - the throne room on Mandalore. The city was ablaze beyond the shattered glass windows, and the ground was scorched and scuffed from the familiar slash marks of a lightsaber fight. 

Maul stood before her in his black garb, the former Sith grinning malevolently down at her. He crossed his arms as he sized her up. 

“You really thought you could come to my planet and defeat me? On your own?” he intoned mockingly. 

She fought against her restraints, looking around the room. Where were her clone troopers? Or Bo and her Nite Owls?

“This isn’t possible. We captured you. You’re in a Republic prison!” Ahsoka protested. 

He grinned, reaching down and brushing one of his gloved thumbs over her plush lips. “Think again, padawan.” 

With the other hand, the Zabrak reached down and fished out his member. Turning her gaze down to it, her eyes widened. His cock was red and black, with a similar series of tattoos and markings like those covering his skin. He stroked his member to full hardness until it was throbbing in front of her, a single bead of precum leaking from the fat tip. 

Maul reached down and gripped the tip of her montrals - one in each hand like a pair of handlebars. His cockhead brushed over her soft lips. “You should have joined me when I offered you the chance. And now you will pay the price for your refusal.” 

He pushed his hips forward. For some reason, she parted her lips of her own volition and flattened her tongue, allowing him to fill her mouth with one smooth push. All at once, she tasted the sweat of his black and red cock as the tip tickled her tonsils. 

“Mmm.” 

Had that moan come from her mouth?! Why was she taking delight in being made to pleasure one of her enemies? And how was any of this happening?!

Maul held onto the virgin young woman’s montrals and he began fucking her face with a steady rhythm, letting out savage grunts of pleasure as he did. Ahsoka let out slurping and sucking sounds and moaned around the Zabrak former Sith’s fuckstick despite herself, rubbing her knees together on the cold floor. She could feel herself growing wet between her legs from the oddly liberating experience of being used for another’s pleasure, all while a lather of spit dripped from her cock-filled lips each time he pushed inside. And against all common sense or reason, she curled her tongue around his cockhead and did her best to pleasure her enemy to the best of her ability, eager to finally be in such a position for the first time in her life. 

The former Sith yanked her mouth off of his spit-slick red and black shaft with a growl as Ahsoka gasped and coughed. Before she could recover, he had flipped her over onto her hands and knees forcefully. Her orange asscheeks were spread open and a moment later she gasped when she heard the sound of her panties being torn in half, tossed onto the floor of the duchess’ former throne room. 

The Zabrak’s cockhead was positioned against her tight virgin pussy. He wrapped his gloved hands around her lithe waist and snarled as he slammed his hips forward, punching his cock into her wet sex and ripping through her hymen in one fell swoop. 

“Oh yes!” Ahsoka moaned for reasons unknown to her. Wasn’t she supposed to feel intense pain from losing her virginity? Why did she feel nothing but bliss, especially from Maul taking her in such a rough manner?!

Maul held onto her montrals tightly, yanking her head back as he deepened his thrusts into her orange inner tightness, his black and red cock soaked in her juices with each plunge and retreat. 

She climaxed hard - or at the she thought it was a climax - just as the Sith buried his cockhead up against her womb and blew his load of virile Zabrak sperm directly against her cervix with a series of pulses and gushes as his animalistic grunts sent chills down her spine. Her eyes rolled back into her head as the undeniable thrill of what had to be the Dark Side coursed through her, all while her former one-time adversary drained his balls inside her fertile togruta pussy.

All at once, Maul was gone. The Mandalore throne room was gone. 

“Ahsoka?”

She turned over on her side and her eyes widened as a familiar Mirialan was lying on a mat next to her. It took her only a second to realize she was back in the Jedi temple.

In the personal chamber of Barriss Offee. 

“Did you have a bad dream?” Barriss asked with concern. 

Ahsoka looked into her former friend’s green face, shaking her head. “It’s nothing. But…” she looked hesitantly at the doorway to the small chamber, “they wouldn’t approve of me sneaking off in the middle of the night to be with you here.”

Barriss smiled. “No, they wouldn’t. But what the council doesn’t know won’t hurt them, will it?” The fellow padawan crawled on top of her and Ahsoka gulped as her friend was now on top of her. 

“And it also wouldn’t hurt them if I did…this.”

Barriss leaned her head down and thrust her tongue into Ahsoka’s mouth. Ahsoka let out a surprised “mmph!” into her friend’s mouth as her tongue explored the inside of the togruta’s mouth. Before long, Ahsoka closed her eyes and melted into the kiss, holding her former friend close, her mouth dancing with Barriss’ purple lips. 

When Barriss pulled back, Ahsoka was left panting, licking her lips. She looked down at herself and realized she was suddenly completely nude whilst Barris was still fully clothed. When had that happened?!

Barriss smiled, running her hands over Ahsoka’s nubile, vulnerable orange body. She planted kisses down Ahsoka’s chest, leaving goosebumps on her skin wherever she went. When the other young woman reached her perky breasts, her lips sucked one of her dark orange nipples, flicking it with the tip of her tongue until it grew hard. 

“Mmm, we s- shouldn’t do this, Barriss…” Ahsoka said weakly with little real insistence behind the words. 

“Why not?”

Ahsoka ran her hands through Barriss’ dark hair. “Because…” Sudden realization dawned on her as her memory caught up with her. “...because you betrayed me, Barriss. Framed me for a terrible crime I did not commit.”

Barriss stopped kissing Ahsoka’s body for a moment to look up into her face. “You knew as I did, Ahsoka. The Jedi were corrupt.”

Ahsoka shook her head, emotion beginning to well up inside her. “You went too far.”

Barriss ignored her and spread Ahsoka’s lithe orange legs open. “Don’t think of that right now. Just think of this.” She dipped her head down and lashed her tongue against Ahsoka’s sweet virgin peach. 

Ahsoka moaned, holding tightly onto Barriss’ head as the Mirialan enthusiastically pursed her purple lips and ate her out. Barriss’ blue eyes never left hers as she bobbed her head between her orange legs, tonguing her pussy again and again. All her protests and thoughts of Barriss’ treason died on Ahsoka’s lips. She was building up to an orgasm, preparing to cum on her former friend’s tongue. And…

Instead, she found herself in a tent. It was cold outside the tent, and through the partition of the entrance flap she could see snow dotting the landscape beyond. 

Force, where was she now?!

“Quit your struggling, you little togruta slut. Your betrothed can’t hear you.”

Betrothed?

Ahsoka realized she was suddenly spread-eagle and suspended in the air inside the tent by ropes. And a ball gag was fastened to her mouth. In her time on 1313, she’d seen a ball gag or two in the red light district, but had never thought she’d ever be wearing one. 

The person talking to her stood in front of her, and she saw a familiar set of Mandalorian Death Watch armor. She knew at once where she was - the planet Carlac. And the slightly younger Bo-Katan Kryze standing before her was quite different from the woman she befriended during the Siege of Mandalore later. 

Bo-Katan had her helmet on along with all her other armor, but she was sporting a very large, pink strap-on dildo with bumps and nubs lining its surface. She had uncorked a bottle of what appeared to be clear lubricant and poured it liberally onto the pink dildo, stroking it to cover it in the fluid. 

Ahsoka protested into the ball gag and struggled against her bondage, but to no avail. This only got a laugh out of the haughty red-headed human woman from beneath her helmet. 

“Struggle all you want. But with that gag, Lux Bonteri won’t hear you. He’s in the other tent negotiating with Pre Vizsla. Which gives me plenty of time to have my fun and break you in before your betrothed can.”

Bo-Katan walked behind Ahsoka’s suspended body. She was wearing the same thick winter coat she had originally worn to Carlac with Lux, but her pants were missing. And it suddenly occurred to her how cold her lower body was. 

Ahsoka yelped into the gag and her eyes widened when the Mandalorian woman winded her arm up and gave a spank to her pert orange ass. Not unlike what she’d done when she’d first met her, only this time she wasn’t even wearing pants and her orange globe took the full brunt of the smack. Bo-Katan chuckled at her response before she lowered Ahsoka’s immobile body down slightly using the ropes. 

The torguta gasped when she felt soft silicone pressing up against her bum. Bo-Katan used her thumbs to spread open Ahsoka’s tight little pucker, cooing. “My, oh my, that does look tight. I can see your betrothed has never been here before. My lucky day.”

Before Ahsoka could utter a muffled response, the Death Watch second-in-command gripped both of Ahsoka’s asscheeks, one in each hand. The bulbous tip of the pink, lubed-up strap on dildo pressed into her anus, and Ahsoka realized that the ropes would make it almost effortless for the Mandalorian woman to simply lower her body down onto the fat, bumpy dildo until she was penetrated by it. 

And with one simple drop, that was exactly what happened. 

Ahsoka screamed with unexpected bliss and some pain as the fat dildo lewdly popped into her tight little virgin asshole thanks to the lube, spreading her orange pucker open. But Bo-Katan didn’t stop there. She used the ropes to keep lowering her and lowering her, those bumps and nubs rubbing inside her rectum as the lube allowed her to slide deeper. 

When she could fit no more of the faux cock inside, Bo-Katan wasted no time in bouncing Ahsoka’s suspended body up and down the strap-on dildo, fucking her asshole at a rapid pace. The hapless togruta padaway threw her head back and moaned into the ball gag from the unexpected bliss that came from losing her anal cherry. 

“That’s it, little slut. Moan for me. Moan so loudly that even that gag won’t stop your betrothed from hearing you in the other tent. Let him know how much better I can fuck you than he can!”

Ahsoka came with a muffled squeal as clear fluid streaked from her untouched cunt, brought to climax by the anal reaming she was getting.

And once more, this latest sexual escapade fading into oblivion just as quickly as the last one had. She found herself in the same tent again, but her pants were back on and she was thankfully no longer tied up. 

Her eyes widened as a familiar, brown-haired handsome young human man just finished locking lips with her. She panted with shock from the unexpected kiss that Lux Bonteri had planted on her as a spur-of-the-moment distraction to convince their Death Watch hosts that she was in fact his betrothed rather than a Jedi padawan. 

“Sorry,” Lux apologized, though Ahsoka could tell that the smile tugging at the corner of the junior senator’s lips suggested to her that he was not that sorry to have kissed her. “I had to make it convincing.”

Well, two could play that game. His kiss had inspired something in her as well, if she was being honest.

“Is that so?” Ahsoka asked wryly, putting her hands on her hips. She reached a hand down and cupped his crotch. He let out a surprised gasp from her boldness. “Then why don’t we make it even more convincing that I am your betrothed?”

She sank onto her knees before him in the tent, her hands deftly unlacing his pants. “A- Ahsoka? W- what’re you…?”

She winked up at him as she fished his cock out into the open. He was a decent size bigger than she was expecting, even soft. Ahsoka fluttered her eyes at him and her hands began to tenderly stroke his cock.

The junior Onderonian senator gaped like a fish as the Jedi padawan massaged his cock to full hardness, blood pumping into his prick until it was twitching in front of her face. She looked up at the handsome young man, licking her lips hungrily.

“Don’t worry about making noise, Lux,” Ahsoka purred. “Better than Death Watch knows just how…betrothed we really are.”

With that, she practically inhaled his cock into her mouth with a wet slurp, her tongue licking and lapping. Lux let out a boyish gasp above her, his hands holding onto her montrals as if he was holding on for dear life. Her mouth curved into a smirk around his cock as she took more of him inside her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks like she had seen a twi’lek prostitute do down on 1313. 

She bobbed her head up and down on Lux’s prick while he let out moans that excited and invigorated her, like music to hear ears. She couldn’t recall ever doing this before, but she was somehow quite adept at it. Before long, she’d made his peach-colored cock very wet and shiny with her spit, his cock escaping her mouth with a pop. 

“Ahsoka, wow…that was…” She silenced him by putting a finger to his lips. Standing up on her feet, she gave him a playful shove onto his butt, causing him to fall back onto the mat of the tent. His eyes widened when she slowly, seductively began to remove her boots and winter pants, followed by her coat. When she slid her panties down her legs, Lux watched with mounting arousal and amazement, his eyes fixed on her delicate sex as she revealed her nude body to him, her hands on her hips. 

“You’re…you’re beautiful, Ahsoka,” he murmured, enraptured by her body. She smiled at the complement as she settled into his lap, putting her arms around his neck as she passionately kissed him. As she did, she settled her pussy over his twitching cockhead, lining him up perfectly before sinking herself down, moaning into his kiss when his cockhead broke her hymen, taking her virginity. Wait…had she still in fact been a virgin, or had she lost it to someone else? She could no longer recall. 

“Let’s keep each other warm, Lux,” Ahsoka whispered into his ear, holding onto his warm body, gripping his coat as her hips rocked up and down in his lap. His cock slid in and out of her while his gloved hands gripped her pert orange asscheeks. The cold was soon forgotten as she began working up a sweat, riding him with wild abandon. 

“A- Ahsoka!” he gasped her name like a desperate prayer before she felt his thick, hot spurts deep inside her as he ejaculated. She rested her head on his shoulder, gasping for air as he filled her with his baby batter in several thick gushes, humping up into her. She wasn’t even using any sort of protection. His swimmers could be seeking out her egg at the very moment. The thought was alone enough to nearly make her unravel once more.

“Oh Lux, that was…” 

Wait…Lux was nowhere to be found. Just a second ago she’d been hugging his body. Or had it been Barriss she was hugging? 

“Here she is. My most prized slave.”

Ahsoka looked up and realized that someone was looming over her. It was none other than Miraj Scintel, the queen of Zygerria. A queen who was supposed to be dead, killed by Count Dooku. Alongside her was her prime minister, Atai Molec, Ahsoka’s one-time captor during the Zygerria mission. He was looking balefully down at her while Miraj wore a smirk. 

She reached down and took Ahsoka by the chin with a claw. “Cheer up, slave. I’m going to introduce you to somebody.” 

Ahsoka fought against her chains, and soon realized that she was wearing a shock collar, as well as the very revealing and risque slave garb that she had been forced to wear during her previous time on Zygerria. 

Someone else walked into the room and the queen turned to greet them. “Lars Quell, my honored guest. I am so glad you’ve returned to us. And I see you brought your beautiful wife with you.” 

Ahsoka’s ears perked up. Lars Quell…that was the alias that Anakin had taken while infiltrating the queen’s palace. That could only mean…

She looked up and saw Anakin smirking down at her, wearing the same slaver garb he’d worn during the mission. Only this time, he was walking arm-in-arm with none other than Padme, while the senator of Naboo drank a glass of wine. 

“A- Anakin?!” Ahsoka gasped with confusion. “This isn’t real…you hate slavers more than anything!”

He ignored her and turned to the queen. “You’re right, Queen Miraj. She is a fine looking specimen. My wife and I are going to enjoy her, won’t we?”

Padme nodded in agreement, looking down at Ahsoka and licking her lips like a predator. “Oh we most certainly will. I can’t wait to tear her clothes off.”

Anakin stepped up to Ahsoka, inclining her to look up into his face. His handsome face. “Are you ready to become our pet…padawan?”

Ahsoka suddenly no longer had any willpower to resist. She could feel herself so eager and ready to spread her legs open for him, to let him take her maidenhood and claim her as his own. “Oh yes. I’m so ready…master.”

Ahsoka awoke with a gasp, looking down at herself and expecting to see a shock collar and a slave outfit. Instead, she was in her casual sleepwear in the guestroom of Padme Amidala’s penthouse. Once she’d regained her bearings, the former padawan fell back onto the bed behind her with a long sigh. 

Force, what a dream that was. She could only recall fragments of it, and the familiar people from her past who’d materialized in it. But what she couldn’t deny was that she was left hot and bothered by all of it. Sure enough, when she threw back the covers, she could see that she was soaking wet beneath her panties. 

Goodness, this was embarrassing. She remembered what she had seen before drifting off to sleep - catching Anakin and Padme in their bedroom in the midst of making love. That she could recall with more lucidity than the dreams she’d had thereafter. 

The togruta shook her head, guilt beginning to eat away at her. She needed to be better than this, to keep her urges in check. Perhaps meditation could help, just like what Master Yoda would’ve suggested to her had she still been part of the order. Looking up out the window, she could see that the sun was rising over the city skyline of Coruscant. 

She stood up from the bed, stretched herself out and slipped on a pair of shoes. Now that it was morning, she endeavored to at least go for a walk and clear her head. She hoped that would begin to help. 

Otherwise, she anticipated many more restless nights to come. 

+++

Padme was still mulling over what to make of what she’d seen the prior night. 

The lovemaking with Anakin had been quite pleasurable, even without foreplay. But most surprising was seeing Ahsoka peeping on them and masturbating. There was a small part of her that wanted to confront the former padawan on it and scold her, but this feeling was immediately outweighed by a degree of sympathy. Ahsoka had this fundamental part of her development repressed by the Jedi order, just as Anakin had. Was it really any wonder that she felt the need to watch her and Anakin being intimate together? The poor togruta girl probably had no proper outlet for her own natural urges. 

She also had to admit that being watched by her was really beginning to turn her on. Padme wondered if Ahsoka had ever indulged in deep-seated fantasies about her former master while she was with him during the Clone Wars. Or, dare she say, about Padme herself. 

When Ahsoka had been assigned to protect her from an assassin on Alderaan, did Ahsoka ever imagine scenarios with her then? Perhaps she was reading far too deeply into this, but Padme could not stop herself from imagining kinky and intimate scenarios with Ahsoka, and with her and Anakin. She had never quite shared much of this with her husband, but she had been intimate with her former handmaidens and her decoy Sabe back when she was queen and later senator of Naboo. And as much as she was more than satisfied with Anakin in their marriage, there was a part of her that deeply enjoyed the idea of having another experience involving another woman, with his consent. 

As Anakin sat up from the bed and leaned over to give her a loving kiss, Padme was already beginning to formulate an idea. An insane idea, but one that was also too good to pass up. 

“Threepio told me that Ahsoka stepped out this morning. Fresh air, she said,” Anakin explained. 

Padme nodded silently. Good. With Ahsoka being out, this would be the best time for her to broach this subject. Especially since Anakin would likely not take it well at first. Or at all. 

“Ani.”

He looked at her questioningly, sensing an inquisitive tone in her voice. She took him by the hand, taking a deep breath to prepare for the proverbial bomb she was about to drop on him. 

“Ahsoka was watching us last night. I saw her.”

Anakin looked at her with confusion for a moment before his eyes widened. “You mean…while you and I were…?”

“Yes.”

“Oh…wow.” Anakin took several moments to process this, turning beat red with embarrassment. “Damn it.” He shook his head with a laugh. “I always knew Snips to snoop at times, but not like that. I will have to discipline her about this when she gets back.”

Padme frowned. “Ani…I think the last thing that a girl needs is someone telling her that her sexual curiosities are wrong. The Jedi did that enough to her. And she’s a grown woman, not your daughter.”

“Well, we cannot very well have her peeping in on us in the middle of the night, can we?” 

She took a deep breath. “Ani, I am going to tell you something that is going to make you angry. Can you promise not to get angry?”

He looked at her with confusion, shrugging. “Alright…I promise I won’t get angry at you.”

“We could…teach her…ourselves.”

Anakin’s face contorted in anger. “What?!” 

“You promised you weren’t going to get angry.”

“That was before I knew what you were going to say!” Anakin shouted, throwing up his arms. “Padme…we are married!”

“Yes, we are,” Padme said calmly, taking him by the hand. He flinched slightly. “And these past months have been the happiest of my life. “I love you more than anything else, and taking Ahsoka into our bed wouldn’t change that.”

He shook his head. “Padme…this is insanity! You’re talking about having…sex with Ahsoka of all people?! She’s like a little sister to me!”

“She’s eighteen now, Ani.” Padme was about to play her riskiest gambit. “Don’t tell me you haven’t ever thought about her in that way.”

Anakin looked at her, his eyes widening. He turned his head away from her. “No. Never.” Despite the firmness in his tone, him refusing to look at her was always a telltale sign of him lying to her. 

She looked down and Padme was surprised to see a certain part of him waking up. She smiled. “Then why are you getting so hard right now?”

Anakin looked down at his throbbing cock and quickly covered it up, blushing bright red. “We aren’t talking about this anymore,” he stubbornly grumbled. He stood up onto his feet and sullenly walked up to the window, staring out at the Coruscant skyline and the many speeders and skycars zooming past the skyscrapers beyond. The fact that Anakin had not stormed out of the room completely was evidence that he was considering her proposal, despite all his brooding and bluster. 

The naked former senator approached husband, wrapped her arms around him. To his credit, he wasn’t repulsed by her. The last thing she wanted to do was push the boundaries too far and have this create a wedge in their marriage. 

“Ani…I want you to just think about this. Really think about it. Ahsoka never had the opportunity to explore this part of herself like you have. We could help her.”

Anakin rubbed the back of his neck. “Ahsoka is not a jedi anymore. There is nothing stopping her from exploring these things with someone else.”

“Yes, but is it really better for her to be taken advantage of by some sleemo down on 1313? At least here, with us, she can explore her body in a safe environment with two people who care about her.”

He stood by and thought about this for several moments “Maybe…” Anakin finally admitted under his breath. Padme could see that her arguments were getting through to him. He looked at her as if suddenly realizing something. “Wait…even you and…Ahsoka?”

Padme bit her lip and nodded. “I never told you this, Ani. I’ve had similar experiences in my youth. Does that…bother you?”

Though surprised, he shook his head after thinking about it for a few moments. Anakin looked at his wife, brushing a thumb over her cheek. “No, it doesn’t bother me.”

She smiled and looked down, seeing his cock throbbing. His erection had not wilted in the slightest from the moment she opened up this line of questioning, she couldn’t help but notice. “It arouses you, doesn’t it? The thought of Ahsoka and I together.”

Anakin’s cheeks burned and he looked away. “Padme, I…”

She licked her lips lasciviously, reaching down and stroking his cock, prompting a gasp from him. “I could use my mouth on her, to get her wet and ready. For this,” she whispered seductively, shaking his steel hard member for good measure. She could swear she felt his cock pulse in her grip from her lustful suggestion. 

“Fuck, Padme,” he groaned. She withdrew her hand from his cock, giving him a moment to compose himself. He looked back at her. “Are you absolutely sure about this?”

Padme nodded. “My heart belongs to you, Ani. You know that. But I think we can really help Ahsoka. No jealousy between any of us, just an enjoyable experience for all of us.”

Finally Anakin nodded. “Alright. We’ll do it. Together.”

Padme nodded, kissing him on the lips. “Together.”

He looked past Padme to see if Ahsoka had returned to the penthouse yet, but there was still no sign of her. He looked back at his wife. “How do we do this?”

“Well she has to be willing, of course. But I don’t think we have anything to worry about there, if my suspicions are correct. We know she’s peeped on us once. Let’s see if she does it again. But,” Padme said with a smile, reaching down and tender cupping his balls. “No more fun in the meantime. I want you nice and backed-up for your adorable padawan.”

Anakin swore under his breath as Padme immediately removed her hand from his genitalia. Luke and Leia had just woken up in their crib, and the baby monitor gave her an alert. This provided her a convenient excuse to throw on a robe and leave the room. She gave him a wink as she left, seemingly pleased at the blue-balled state she’d left him in. 

Force, he had a naughty wife.

+++

Ahsoka tossed and turned in her bed. After what she’d peeped on Anakin and Padme, she’d spent the past several days avoiding them somewhat. She still made idle chatter with them during the day and had meals with them and helped out with the babies, but she found it hard to spend much time in their presence. All she could do was imagine both of them nude, even when they were both fully clothed. Anakin, his body rippling with muscle and his member throbbing hard, and Padme, her lovely breasts and curvy figure practically begging to be worshiped. It was driving her crazy. 

She attempted to bury her perversions with meditation. Just like what the Jedi would’ve encouraged her to do. It had worked the past few nights, and her dreams had been mostly mundane. But tonight, a few of the same perverse dreams she’d had previously came creeping up again along with a few new ones involving Ventress. But the prevailing dream was one of Anakin and Padme using her like a fucktoy after they’d “purchased” her from Queen Miraj. Soon enough, meditation devolved into masturbation, thanks to these dreams. It was no wonder she could not go back to the Jedi again. She truly had no self-control.

After rubbing herself for some time, Ahsoka finally threw aside the covers and stood up from the bed. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn’t stand it anymore. She had to see if Anakin and Padme were doing what they were doing several nights ago. As long as she was discreet, she hoped they would be none the wiser. She knew that her distant behavior the past few days was likely perplexing to them. The last thing she needed was for them to catch her in the act of watching them again. That might shatter their trust in her for good. 

She pushed a button to open the door to her room and tiptoed as stealthily as she could toward their bedroom down the hall. Ahsoka felt more tense than she had while sneaking around a Separatist base. When she came upon their bedroom, she poked her head around the corner, her eyes widening. 

She was in luck. The covers of their bed were thrown aside and she had a clear view of Anakin sitting up in bed as Padme’s head bobbed up and down between his toned legs, fellating his member passionately while he moaned. Ahsoka wished she could get a better view of Anakin’s dick from this angle. Padme’s beautiful bum was facing in her direction, and Ahsoka gulped, seeing droplets of moisture dripping from Padme’s pink sex. She didn’t know what she wanted to do more - bury her face in Padme’s mons until her nose was brushing the human woman’s thin strip of brown pubis, or join Padme in running her tongue up and down her former master’s prick. The virgin togruta reached down and rubbed between her legs, feeling very moist beneath her panties as they put on a show for her. 

“Snips? You can come out now. We know you’re there.”

Her blood ran cold the moment she heard Anakin’s voice beckoning her. She opened her eyes and saw him looking back at her. Padme had also ceased her sucking and had turned to look toward the doorway as well. She began to panic, her fight or flight instinct kicking in and urging her to bolt back to her room. Better yet, out of the apartment entirely. 

What had she done?!

“Ahsoka, it’s alright. We aren’t angry with you.” Indeed, he shockingly did not sound angry. She had heard her former master truly angry often enough to tell the difference.

Padme gave her a gentle smile as well, patting the bed next to them. “Come on, Ahsoka. We just want to talk.”

Ahsoka sighed and rounded the corner into their bedroom, begrudgingly ready to face the music. While it gave her some comfort that they seemingly were not infuriated with her, she was still preparing herself for them to calmly tell her that she had to leave the penthouse and never come back. Maybe Ventress was right after all. 

She sat down on the bed next to them, doing her best to avert her gaze and avoid looking at their attractive, naked bodies as she did. 

Padme folded her hands in her lap. “You were watching us,” she said calmly yet matter-of-factly. 

Ahsoka gulped and nodded her head, her blue eyes cast down to the floor. 

“Did you enjoy watching us?” A rhetorical question, of course, but one she still expected an answer to. 

“Padme…” Ahsoka said softly, searching for an excuse. 

The former senator raised a hand. “It’s alright, Ahsoka. Really. Just answer honestly.”

Ahsoka nodded glumly. “Yes.”

Padme looked at Anakin who gave her a nod. “Have you ever been intimate with anybody, Ahsoka?”

The former padawan nervously rubbed her arm. “A little bit. Sort of.” 

“With who? If you don’t mind us asking,” Anakin chimed in. 

She looked at him, opening and closing her mouth. “I…kissed Lux a couple times. And…Ventress.” 

“Well, I can’t say I’m surprised by Lux after the Onderon mission. But Ventress?” he wrinkled his nose slightly. She suspected his disapproval had less to do with Ventress being a woman and more to do with her being a former Sith apprentice. Old grudges did not die easily. Padme gave her husband a scolding look and Anakin shrugged. 

Ahsoka looked back and forth between her former master and his wife. “Do you both want me to leave?” she asked with a dejected, forlorn tone. 

Shaking her head, Padme looked back at Ahsoka, pulling her into a hug. “Of course not.” She looked back at Anakin and then pulled back from the hug with a smile. “As a matter of fact, Ani and I would like to help you.”

Ahsoka looked at her with confusion. “H- help me?”

“Help you explore your own body, and be intimate with another person.” 

“If you want to, of course. We understand if you don’t want to,” Anakin added with a smile.

Ahsoka gasped. This was not at all the turn that she was expecting this conversation to take. Was she still dreaming and would she wake up at any moment?! Her former master - her handsome former master who she had frankly found attractive from the moment she set eyes on him on Cristophsis all those years ago, making her into a woman alongside his beautiful wife?! It was too good to be real. 

“You both are not joking with me, are you?” 

Anakin laughed. “Cmon, Snips. Surely you don’t think Padme and I would be that cruel.” 

This got a smile out of Ahsoka, taking some of her nerves away. She was overjoyed, and still in disbelief that this was actually happening. 

Padme reached over and was rubbing gentle circles on Ahsoka’s flat midriff, causing her to shiver. “What do you think, Ahsoka? You can do this with just Anakin, or both of us. I won’t feel rejected if you choose the former.”

“Both!” Ahsoka answered instantly with bated breath. “I want you both.” She bit her lip, looking at both of them. Force, they were both such beautiful, attractive people. She decided immediately that this was the opportunity of a lifetime, and she would be the biggest fool in the galaxy to refuse it. They’d defended her when the rest of the Jedi order wouldn’t. There was nobody else she’d rather learn these things from. 

Anakin smiled and shuffled closer on the bed to her and Padme. “We’re glad, Snips. But if at any moment you are uncomfortable or want us to stop, just say the word.” 

Ahsoka nodded eagerly, her cheeks blushing a bright orange. “Thank you, Anakin.” She bit her lip. “I don’t think I will though.”

Padme and Anakin laughed at that. “Well…she seems very excited about this,” Padme said with a grin. 

She was trembling, still a bit nervous. But it was a good kind of anticipation. “So…h- how do we…?”

Padme smiled. “Let’s start by taking those clothes off of you.”

“Right,” Ahsoka said. “I guess it’s only fair. I can’t be the only one here with my clothes still on.” The two humans nodded in agreement. They gently inclined her to lie back on the bed. Padme’s hands went to Ahsoka’s athletic bottoms and tugged them down Ahsoka’s slender legs. The former padawan lifted her butt off the bed briefly for Padme to toss them aside, leaving her bottom half in just a pair of blue panties. 

Up top, Anakin aided his former padawan in taking off her shirt before tossing it aside. As both of them disrobed her, Ahsoka was finally admiring Anakin’s body up close for the first time. She’d seen him in action during the war many times, and had even seen him with his shirt off on at least a couple occasions. But seeing him so close, so intimately, was…breathtaking. His chest rippled with muscle, as well as sporting a few scars from the war. 

And when she looked down…she saw it. His cock was throbbing hard and pointed right at her. It was flushed with his arousal, and fully erect at what she guessed was ten inches. Well above average for humans and most humanoids, for sure. To her though, it looked downright enormous. And that thing was supposed to somehow go inside her?! The thought alone made her head spin. 

She looked up into his face, biting her lip. “Skyguy…would you mind if I…kissed you?”

He smiled one of his handsome smiles down at her, making her heart swell. “I can do that, Snips.” Anakin looked over at Padme, who was watching their exchange while she rubbed soft circles on Ahsoka’s flat, orange belly, making the younger woman coo. “What do you think, Padme?”

Padme smiled and nodded. “You’d better give her what she wants, Ani.”

Anakin turned his attention back to her. He gave her a smile to ease and comfort her, lowering his lips down to hers. The moment her former master’s lips made contact with hers, she felt butterflies in the pit of her stomach. She passionately kissed him back, her lips moving with his while she reached up and ran her fingers through his brown hair. While she was not completely unaccustomed to this feeling, having experienced it with both Lux and Ventress, this felt slightly different. Anakin had almost been like an older brother to her for years, and kissing him felt taboo and exhilarating.

He was patient with his approach, giving her time to get adjusted, but when he eventually probed at her lips with his tongue, she eagerly invited him in. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue tangled heatedly with hers. While their tongues wrestled in an exercise not all that different from their competitive training during the war, she ran her hands up and down his muscular, naked body. 

Ahsoka’s breath hitched in her throat and she gave a surprised gasp into Anakin’s mouth as she felt Padme planting kisses along her stomach down below. Goosebumps formed all across her nubile orange body when the amorous human woman’s tongue swirled over her belly button as she slowly migrated her lips and tongue further and further up her body. As she did, Padme’s fingers hooked into the waistband of Ahsoka’s blue panties and delicately slid them down her legs. Without any prompting, Ahsoka aided her in removing her soaked undergarments by lifting her pert bum off the bed, as Padme wadded them up and tossed them away. 

“Oh my,” Padme cooed. Anakin and Ahsoka pulled back from their kiss to look down at her. Anakin’s wife smiled up at her as she gently opened Ahsoka’s legs. “You have a beautiful pussy, Ahsoka.” She took particular delight in the intricate white markings just above her pubic mound which matches her face markings. She also seemed to delight in her sex being completely smooth and hairless, in contrast to the thin strip of pubis that she herself had. 

The togruta bit her lip, giving the other woman a shy smile as Padme got a good look at her virgin sex. It was the first time anybody other than herself had got such an intimate view of her nethers. But Padme had this aura about her that just made her feel relaxed and comforted, and it somehow felt right for her to be the first one to see her so exposed and vulnerable. 

Ahsoka turned her attention back to Anakin. Her blue eyes widened when felt something brush against her side and she looked down, taking notice of his hard cock once again. With a shaky hand, she reached up and delicately encircled it with her hand. Anakin looked down at her and she quickly withdrew her hand. 

“S- sorry, I shouldn’t have…”

Anakin laughed. “It’s alright, Ahsoka. You’re welcome to explore all you want.”

She gave him a wry smirk. “Is that so? Sounds almost like you want me to put my hands on your dick, Skyguy.”

He gave her an equally naughty smile. “And what if I do, Snips?”

She looked down at his cock, amazed that her small hand could barely encircle it. “It’s so big,” she gasped with amazement. It was not just an ego boost for her former master, it was the truth. She gently stroked his shaft, adding a second hand to the mix as one was not enough to properly explore his length and girth. Ahsoka delighted in the contrast between her orange hands and his flushed pink member.

As she explored his cock, Anakin leaned his head down and began planting kisses along her  collarbone, sending shivers through her body. Simultaneously, Padme was working her way up, as if the married couple were going to meet somewhere in the middle of her body from both directions. When he reached her lekku, he flicked one of them with the tip of his tongue. 

“Oh!” Ahsoka sharply gasped with pleasure, lifting her hips off the bed. 

Anakin pulled back. “Sorry, did I hurt you, Snips?” he asked with concern. 

She shook her head. “No…no. They’re just, wow, they’re really sensitive,” she explained with a smile, blushing. 

Anakin smirked down at her. “Noted.”

He leaned his head down and gave her other lekku the same treatment, albeit with a bit more deftness. She moaned as he stimulated her erogenous zone common only in togruta and twi’leks. Before long, Anakin moved downwards just as Padme had likewise moved her mouth upwards. She looked down with bated breath as both Padme and Anakin peered up at her, both  of their mouths near her pert breasts. The sight alone was enough to nearly make her unravel. 

With a nod of permission from her, Anakin and Padme’s lips both suctioned themselves to both of Ahsoka’s small breasts, their tongues flicking her nipples as sparks of pleasure left her gasping and clutching the bed beneath her. Anakin and Padme’s tongues swirled around her sensitive nipples, their teeth occasionally grazing her rapidly-hardened nubs. She felt her sex grow even wetter by the minute, a sensation building in the pit of her stomach.

Soon enough, her entire body went into a spasm, only held in place by Padme and Anakin. Both husband and wife had probed one finger each against her soft, tight pussy at the same time. Their thumbs brushed over her swollen orange labia at first, gently petting her sex before she felt one finger from each of them pushing delicately inside her sex hole. She let out a soft moan as one of them penetrated her with their finger while the other continued to stroke the outside of her cunny, her pussy walls tightly squeezing their digits as they experimentally pressed their fingers into her. 

Ahsoka was in a state of absolutely bliss. She squirmed and moaned as these two sexy humans worked together to pleasure her inexperienced togruta body. Anakin and Padme both sucked her orange nipples at the same time, Anakin on the left, Padme on the right. Ahsoka reached down and ran her fingers through their hair and sighed with exquisite pleasure as they stimulated her rapidly-hardening nipples with their lips and tongues. 

Down below, Anakin was gently pushing a middle finger in and out of her wet orange pussy. Padme’s finger meanwhile had coaxed Ahsoka’s clitty out from its hood and was gently stroking that right above her husband’s finger probing in and out of her sex. Her body was getting so wound up from the mixture of so many new and pleasurable sensations coursing through her body at once. She felt some sort of pressure building and building in her nethers, and she didn’t know if she could stop it.

“Skyguy, Padme…I feel...something’s about to…” she moaned nervously, never having felt something like this before. 

Padme popped her mouth off of Ahsoka’s orange nipple, a strand of saliva connecting her mouth to the pert little bud. “Just let it all out, Ahsoka,” she said with a warm smile, leaning down to trace circles with her tongue onto Ahsoka’s flat orange tummy, her thumb replacing her tongue on Ahsoka’s nipple, gently rolling and teasing it.

Anakin lifted his head up as well. “Trust us, Snips. You’re going to love it,” he said, winking at her before sucking her nipple into his mouth once more, gently thrusting two fingers in and out of her soaking wet cunt now instead of just one. 

Her body writhed and she let out gasps and moans as the first orgasm of her life came exploding out of her. Literally. She cried out with ecstasy as a watery streak of clear fluid squirted from her pussy, soaking the bed beneath her. Padme let out an astonished gasp, continuing to roll her sensitive clit while Anakin thrust his finger in and out of her juicy orange pussy faster, harder, practically churning her tight cunt with rapid finger thrusts. Both her mentor and his wife carried through her first orgasm with their skillful, collaborative stimulations. She nearly passed out from the exquisite pleasure, her vision hazy as she was fingered and her sensitive nipples sucked until her orgasm finally died down. 

“Wait, no more, no more, please,” Ahsoka pleaded, her overly-sensitive body no longer able to take another touch or lick until she could recover. 

Anakin and Padme raised their heads up from her breasts, her nipples coated in their saliva while they extracted their fingers from her soaked pussy. Between her legs, it looked as if a waterfall had come pouring out of her, both Anakin and Padme sharing a look of shock. The bed would certainly need to be changed the following morning, that was for certain. 

“That…was…” Ahsoka panted, her chest rising and falling. “...incredible,” she said blissfully, looking up at Anakin with a wide, tired smile. 

“Was that your first orgasm, Snips?” Anakin asked. 

She shyly nodded. “Yes. I’ve never felt…anything like that in my life.” Ventress was right about one thing: this was not something the Jedi order could’ve ever taught her. 

Padme smiled, leaning down and kissing her cheek. “It was amazing to witness. That was a big one, Ahsoka. Very quick too. You really needed this. Do you want another one of those?”

She turned her head to the other woman, biting her lip. She eagerly nodded her head vigorously. Padme and Anakin shared a knowing smile, shuffling down to the other end of the bed between Ahsoka’s legs. She gasped when she saw both Anakin and Padme lower their heads down between her spread legs together at the same time. Were they about to…?

Ahsoka moaned and undulated her hips up as she felt two tongues lash against her virgin pussy at the same time. “Oh…oh wow!” Ahsoka moaned, reaching up and pinching one of her nipples and one of her lekku at the same time. She did not know whose tongue was touching which part of her sex, but she felt one tongue flicking against her sensitive orange pearl while the other tongue was dipping in and out of her pussy while two sets of fingers worked together to spread her pussy open. 

Never in her wildest dreams did she ever think that she would experience cunnilingus, let alone from two people at the same time. And both of them were very good at it. It was not hard to guess that Anakin probably got his skill from going down on Padme. But she wondered why Padme acquired this skill from. 

Padme lifted her head back for a moment, catching her breath. “You taste amazing, Ahsoka. So sweet.” She looked up at Ahsoka’s face with a smile. “Do all togrutas taste as good as you do?” 

Ahsoka rubbed the back of her neck with a laugh. “I couldn’t say.”

Anakin lifted his head up and licked his lips, looking at his wife. “Who did you last do something like this with?” he asked with a raised brow. 

“Sabe and my handmaidens.” When he looked at her, surprised, she said, “being queen had its perks.” 

Anakin gulped, turning a shade redder. Clearly the thought of his wife, her former decoy and her former handmaidens fooling around with each other was an arousing one. “You’ll have to tell me about that sometime.” 

Padme grinned. “I can do that. But,” she said, turning her attention back to Ahsoka’s wet orange cunt, “we have more important matters at hand.” Anakin smirked and they simultaneously lowered their heads down between Ahsoka’s legs again. 

Ahsoka let out a fresh chorus of singsong moans and unintelligible pleas of pleasure as two human tongues flicked and wriggled against her sex, finding all her pleasure points. She saw their brown hair bobbing and weaving between her legs again and again, each motion resulting in amazing sensations coursing through her nethers. She heard the wet sound of licking, lapping and the married couple occasionally smacking their lips against each other to kiss briefly. This only aroused Ahsoka even more, knowing that they expressed their love for each other even as her taste lingered on their tongues. 

She wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. Like with her first orgasm, she was brought to the precipice astonishingly quickly. A tongue on her clit, a finger thrusting in and out of her sex, and another tongue diving in and out of her was too much for someone with her inexperience to handle. 

Ahsoka let out a gasping shudder as she climaxed for the second time that night, her pert orange ass lifting nearly a full foot of a bed as she squirted with just as much intensity as before. Both humans were given her salvo of secretions, which they seemed all too eager to take point blank. Anakin and Padme were quick to grip her by her bum, preventing her from moving around too much, both letting out an “mmm” sound as they drank down her clear, sweet juices while continuing to tongue away at her sweet virgin snatch. 

“Ahsoka?!”

She heard Anakin and Padme’s voices as if from the other side of a tunnel. As the fog started to clear from her brain, she slowly opened her eyes and saw both of them staring down at her with concern.

“Ohh, w- what happened?” she groaned. 

Padme and Anakin let out a whoosh of relief that she was alive and well. “You passed out, Snips,” Anakin explained. 

“Wow, really?” she asked with amazement, sitting up. “How long?” 

“A few minutes,” Padme said. “But you had us worried. Are you alright?” 

Ahsoka let out a theatrical sigh, falling back onto the pillows behind her. “I’m a lot better than alright.” She looked up at them with a satisfied smile, her chest rising and falling. “In fact, I feel better than I ever have in my entire life.” 

Padme and Anakin shared a laugh. “Well I’m glad you enjoyed yourself so much, Snips. It was worth scaring us both to death,” he added sarcastically. 

Ahsoka grinned at him, before she looked down between his legs and realized just how hard and swollen his cock had become. It looked downright red and angry by now. Padme saw what Ahsoka was fixated on and she smiled. 

“I think he’s been very good and patient so far, don’t you think, Ahsoka?” The togruta dumbly nodded, reaching down and rubbing herself between her legs as Anakin’s long prick bobbed in front of her. “Would you like to try taking it in your mouth?”

Ahsoka bit her lip. She’d dreamt about sucking a cock before, and the thought of doing it to her master’s well-endowed prick was a delightful prospect. “Yes!” she excitedly admitted with a gasp. She then frowned. “But, I don’t know how to…”

Padme stepped up to her, rubbing her back. “Come on. I’ll show you.” 

At her insistence, Ahsoka got down on her knees at the end of the bed while Anakin stood over her, looking down at her with a gentle smile. Padme was kneeling beside her, stroking Anakin’s cock to keep him hard. Ahsoka watched as a bead of precum emerged from his piss slit. 

“Just use your tongue and be careful of your teeth. The spot just underneath the head is very sensitive. And don’t go deep until you are ready to,” Padme explained. Ahsoka nodded, gulping. “I’ll go first, and then you copy what I do. How does that sound?” 

“I’m watching,” Ahsoka said, rubbing her knees together. She was eager to see Padme take that long, girthy shaft into her mouth.

Padme turned her attention to her Jedi husband. She opened her lips and descended onto his cock, taking the bulbous tip and a couple more inches into her mouth, all while her eyes gazed lovingly, seductively up at him. Anakin threw back his head and moaned as his wife began fellating him. 

Ahsoka was amazed at the relative ease with which Padme took Anakin’s considerable manhood into her mouth inch by inch, swirling her tongue around his cockflesh as she did. She couldn’t imagine that she herself would be able to have as easy of a time with it, but she supposed that Padme owed this skill to practice.

As Ahsoka watched, Padme’s mouth took more and more of his shaft past her lips until she had taken nearly all of it. She gasped when she saw a noticeable bulge in her throat when his cock sank deep. When Padme’s eyes nearly started to water, she pulled back until most of his cock left her mouth. It was covered in her spit when she withdrew. Then once onto the first couple inches were still in her mouth, her tongue flicking against the tip and drawing gasps from Anakin, she sank back down again. She soon added her hands to the mix whenever much of his shaft was outside her mouth, stroking him firmly with two hands to keep every inch of him stimulated. 

Anakin was running his gloved prosthetic hand through his wife’s long, brown curls as she bobbed her head up and down his prick. Wet sucking and slurping sounds filled the room, and soon enough Ahsoka had to reach down and start rubbing her wet pussy from the close-up action taking place before her eyes. The sheer eroticism of Padme’s skillful tongue work was making her very aroused, and she could only imagine how good it must be feeling for Anakin. 

Padme popped her mouth off of Anakin’s prick as she sucked in a deep breath. Strands of spit dripped from his cock as she continued jerking him, turning her blushing face to look at her female companion. “Your turn, Ahsoka. And remember, don’t force yourself to do anything. You can stop whenever you want to.” 

Ahsoka nodded. “I want to try it. I need to,” she insisted. 

“Alright.” Padme moved aside so Ahsoka could take her place. The togruta shuffled forward, looking up at her master. Time after time, they had fought battle after battle together, and now here she was, eager to pleasure his attractive male appendage orally for the first time. She was only just now realizing that a part of herself had always wanted to do this. 

With shaky hands, she took hold of his girth, cooing at how warm it was and how she could barely grip it. Mimicking Padme’s technique, she gave him a gentle but firm stroke with both hands, causing him to sigh. His first sound of pleasure gave her a spark of pride and joy, knowing that she was the one drawing such a sound out of him. She was intent on drawing more of those sounds from his lips.

Feeling more confident, she gave him a smirk as she continued massaging his length in a two-handed grip. “This is a different kind of saber training, isn’t it?” 

Anakin rolled his eyes at his former padawan. “Really, Snips? Is that the best pillow talk you could come up with?” That got a chuckle out of her.

Looking down at his angry, throbbing member. It was slick from Padme’s earlier sucking, and had firmed up in her teasing, methodical stroking. Ahsoka licked her lips when she saw a dollop of precum emerge from the tip of his cock. Looking up into his handsome face again, she said, “I suppose if you’d prefer, I could use my mouth for something else…” she cooed. 

As he and Padme watched, Ahsoka tentatively closed the gap, lowering his mouth to his prick. She tenderly flicked out her tongue, twirling it around the flushed bell end of his ample cock. Anakin let out a masculine moan as her tongue explored one of the more sensitive parts of his maleness. The fact that the girl he’d trained was now the one using her mouth on him no doubt enhanced the eroticism of the experience for him. His legs shook as her tongue explored every vein, groove and fleshy inch of his cock. Ahsoka reached around and gripped him by his toned bum, feeling him flex in her grip as she ran her tongue up and down his cockflesh. After doing this for some time, she surprised both watching humans by sucking both of his tender balls into her mouth while jerking his shaft. 

“You’re doing very well, Ahsoka,” Padme said encouragingly with a smile, rubbing her pussy as she watched her new protege. “Keep listening to the sounds he’s making. You’ll know when you’re doing something right.”

Emboldened, Ahsoka returned to the tip of Anakin’s dick, flicking at the dollop of precum there. She was pleasantly surprised by its salty but not at all unpleasant taste. She decided that she had teased enough, and was ready to indulge in the main banquet. As Ahsoka held his gaze on hers, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and took the first couple inches of his cock past her lips, the teen togruta curled her tongue around his cockhead and shaft as he pushed in. 

“Mmmm,” Ahsoka moaned blissfully, closing her eyes for a brief moment as she indulged herself. Anakin had recently showered, as she smelled the faint hint of soap on his groin, but his manly musk also invaded her senses, intoxicating her with lust. Despite his girth, she was doing well so far, and she was eager for the challenge. Eagerly, soldiered on and took a couple more inches, sheathing over half of his prick into her mouth. 

“Oh…Ahsoka!” Anakin moaned, his hips jerking slightly despite his best efforts to restrain himself. She was happy she was making her master feel so good - he deserved it for all he’d done for her over the years. She smiled around his cock as she slowly drew back, his shaft coated in her saliva as she did. Once all but the cockhead escaped her plush lips she sank her mouth back on him again. Whenever his cockhead began to tickle her tonsils, she drew back again before her gag reflex could kick in. 

Soon, she was bobbing her head eagerly up and down Anakin’s cock with slick, wet slurps, humming out a pleasured tone in her throat as she delighted in fellating him. Anakin was moaning, throwing his head back with surprise at how adeptly his inexperienced former pupil took to her task. Her blue, doe eyes looked up at him with a hypnotic, lustful gaze as she hollowed her cheeks out and nursed his member enthusiastically. 

“You’re a natural, Ahsoka!” Padme praised her, rubbing her back. “Look at how good you’re making him feel.” Ahsoka looked up at Anakin scrunching up his face, holding on for dear life as his sexy little padawan seemed intent on sucking his soul from his body. 

After some time, she pulled her mouth off of his cock, gasping for air while she jerked him. She looked at Padme next to her and then back up at Anakin. “I…I want you to…”

“What is it, Ahsoka?” Padme asked with a nurturing tone, kissing her shoulder. 

“I’m embarrassed to say it.” 

“Don’t be, Ahsoka,” Padme said. “This is your opportunity to indulge and explore.” 

Ahsoka bit her lip, looking back up at Anakin. “Alright. I want you to take hold of my montrals and I want you to…f- fuck my mouth. Please,” she begged breathily. 

Anakin and Padme shared an amazed look with each other at Ahsoka’s lustful request. Without another word, they were all too eager to indulge her. Anakin took a gentle hold of Ahsoka’s white montrals atop her head and sheathed inch after inch of himself into her gullet. Her eyes widened as he hilted himself in her throat, a bulge appearing in her neck as his cockhead sank as deep as it could. 

With a steady rhythm, Anakin began to pump his hips in and out of Ahsoka’s mouth as her eyes never left him. Using her montrals a handlebars, he fucked his cock past her lips with the rhythm of him fucking Padme’s pussy while he grunted and moaned, working up a sweat. 

Padme returned to her side after a few moments, Ahsoka not even realized that she stepped away for a moment. She heard a low buzzing out and turned to look at Padme out of the corner of her eye. The human woman gave her a wink and lowered her hand down between the togruta’s legs. 

Ahsoka’s eyes widened and she let out a surprised moan in her cock-filled mouth when she felt a delightful vibrating sensation concentrated on her sensitive orange clit. Padme held some kind of vibrating egg device right up against her pussy as Anakin’s thick tube of flesh pumped in and out of her throat over and over again. 

“Feels nice, doesn’t it?” Padme whispered into Ahsoka’s ear with a smile. “It’s only fair for you to have another orgasm when Anakin spills his seed into your mouth.”

Indeed Anakin was increasing his pace with more erratic movements, getting close to his own release. A lather of spit was spilling from Ahsoka’s full lips as he plundered his former padawan’s mouth again and again, her plush lips sucking him and her tongue lashing his sensitive cockhead with each stroke. All the while she was letting out moans as Padme’s egg vibrator buzzed away at her clit. 

Padme moved the vibrating egg to Ahsoka’s orange sex hole and used her pointer finger to push it gently inside her. Ahsoka’s tight little pussy took the little egg inside her with a soft squelch, stimulating the inside of her sex. Ahsoka’s eyes widened from this as she obtained her third blissful orgasm of the night. 

At that precise moment, Anakin reached his limit, shoving himself as deep as he could into his horny younger lover’s throat, causing her eyes to widen. His shaft jerked and spasmed, growing just a hair thicker before Anakin let out a choking gasp. A thick, salty rope of his cum hit the back of her throat, followed by another, and another. Her cheeks ballooned out as her mouth was awash with his seed. She gulped down each thick, sticky bolt of salty cum to the best of her ability, but inevitably, some of it came spilling past her plush lips. 

Anakin yanked his cock out of her mouth just as another three or four ribbons of pearly white semen drenched her orange face, her lekku, her forehead, even her montrals. She opened her mouth to catch as much of his sperm-rich gift as she could while moaning from the bliss of Padme’s egg vibrator drawing another climax from within her drenched sex. 

When their respective orgasms came to an end, Anakin was panting as he slowly slipped his cock from Ahsoka’s lips, wiping a sweat from his brow. He looked down, his eyes widening at the state Ahsoka was in. She was covered in his seed, her orange face streaked with ropes of white as she tilted her head back and swallowed his creamy load, her bulging cheeks deflating as she did. She let out a coo and a whimper of pleasant aftershocks as Padme used two fingers to slip the little buzzing egg from Ahsoka’s orange cunny hole, turning the device off. 

“I’m sorry, Ahsoka! Here, let me get a-

“No need, Ani,” interrupting him before he could retrieve a towel for her. “Allow me,” Padme said, winking at her husband. 

Ahsoka, still in a state of catatonic pleasure, was brought back to reality when Padme began licking the globs of Anakin’s cum from her face. The former senator sluttily ran her tongue across Ahsoka’s cheeks, greedily. After Padme had collected as much of Anakin’s semen as she could, she quickly pressed her lips to Ahsoka’s in a heated kiss. The togruta’s blue eyes widened as her mouth filled with more of Anakin’s salty, rich cum as Padme funneled much of it into her mouth. Padme thrust her tongue into her mouth, tangling with hers as they swapped Anakin’s cum back and forth for some time. Ahsoka followed her lead, melting into the debauched cum-filled make-out session before Padme finally pulled back and swallowed with a satisfied sigh, Ahsoka following suit. 

“Force,” Anakin swore, shaking his head from the display. His cock, briefly tired from Ahsoka's oral performance, had hardened to full mast again. This did not go unnoticed by Padme and Ahsoka, looking down at his erection. 

Padme reached down and rubbed Ahsoka’s wet pussy, putting her head on her shoulder. “Are you ready to lose your virginity, Ahsoka?”

Ahsoka’s orange cheeks were flushed with lust as she eagerly nodded. “Yes…more than anything! I…I want you to be the one, Skyguy,” she said passionately. 

Anakin smiled and picked his comparatively smaller former padawan up into his muscular arms, carrying her to the bed. “I’d be honored to be your first, Snips.”

He gently deposited her onto the bed on her back. Ahsoka eagerly spread her legs open as Anakin got down between them. He plopped his long, fat cock onto her pussy - drenched from three wet orgasms that would no doubt make her first time much easier. Still, as he rubbed his fat cockhead up and down her little orange hole, they both knew it would be a tight fit. 

Padme sat down on the bed beside them, lifting Ahsoka’s head up for a moment so she could put another pillow under her head. This gave the virgin young woman a good angle to view her own penetration. She looked up at her husband. “Be gentle with her, Ani.” As always, Ahsoka’s heart swelled from the other woman’s generosity and insistence on making this a magical night for her in every regard.

Anakin nodded, gently spreading Ahsoka’s lithe legs open a bit wider and propping her hips atop his lap. He spent some time rubbing his fat pale shaft up and down her sodden orange pussy lips several times, getting them both lubed up as much as he could. Ahsoka watched with bated breath, in disbelief that she was finally going to be deflowered. And it seemed only fitting that her master would be the one to do it. 

Ahsoka watched as Anakin settled his fat bulbous tip against her tight entrance, giving a slight push. Despite her natural tightness and his size, she was so wet that her labia easily gave way for him, taking his cockhead inside her as he began to stretch her open. She made her pleasure known with blissful whimpers as inch after inch of his girth sank inside her, spreading her, making room for him as dollops of precum soaked her insides. 

When his cockhead finally made contact with her hymen, Ahsoka let out a wince and Anakin froze. Ahsoka looked up into her master’s face while she held onto Padme’s hand. Despite the discomfort she knew would come with this, she was more ready than she ever had been. 

“Do it, Skyguy,” Ahsoka whispered, biting her lip. 

Anakin flexed his bum and gave a push, breaking her hymen and taking the young togruta woman’s virginity as she let out a squeal of pleasure mixed with pain. She’d finally done it. Not just in a dream, but for real. 

“Are you ok, Snips?” he asked with concern, holding himself still inside her. 

She shivered, nodding. “That…actually wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” she admitted, looking up at him lustfully. “You’re inside me, Anakin. You’re actually inside me!”

“How do you feel, Ahsoka?” Padme asked, rubbing her breast with a smile. 

She looked up at the other woman. “I feel full. In a really good way though.” She moved her hips around a bit as if she was testing the waters, getting a feel for her master’s long, fat cock inside her tight little cunt for the first time. “Mmm…that’s actually starting to feel really nice.”

Padme smiled and looked up at her husband. “I’d say that’s your signal to start moving.”

Anakin smiled, bracing himself on the bed on either side of Ahsoka’s body. “Gladly. Hang on tight, Snips.” She bobbed her head with an eager smile, gripping the bedsheets and wrapping lithe orange legs around his toned bum. 

He gave a grunt and another push, sheathing the rest of his cock inside her as Ahsoka let out a pleasured gasp. Ahsoka was going out of her mind with bliss as she felt Anakin tapping on her cervix, going as deep as he could go. She looked down and got a good look at her orange pussy lips spread tightly around his thick pink girth as he penetrated her deeply. As she watched, Anakin’s torso flexed as he pulled himself back, drawing inch after inch of his fleshy member out of her slowly. As all but his cockhead escaped her, she saw his shaft coated in her arousal before he pushed himself back in again until his balls slapped her pert orange ass at the end of his stroke, sending sparks of pleasure through her sex. 

“You’re…so tight, Ahsoka,” Anakin moaned, burying his head in her shoulder. Ahsoka smiled, proud that she was making him feel as good as he was making her feel.

Now that she had been stretched open enough to accommodate him, Anakin got down to the business of fucking his adorable former padawan with wanton passion. His toned hips pumped between her orange thighs, sliding his cock in and out of her tight pussy as Ahsoka gasped, moaned and murmured his name like a prayer. Soon enough, she began timing her thrusts with him, only amplifying her pleasure even more. As his hips pumped downwards, her thrust upwards, meeting him halfway. 

“Wow…oh wow, right…there! So big, Skyguy. Faster…mmm!” She lustfully chanted a series of enthusiastic expletives that all had one conclusion: she wanted more. 

Ahsoka wore a pleasured smile on her face, her legs wrapped tightly around Anakin’s thrusting body as his cock rubbed against all of her pleasure points inside her. Already she could feel herself building up to yet another orgasm, and he’d not been inside her for very long. 

It became even harder for her to hold out when Padme leaned her head down and sucked one of her hard orange nipples into her mouth with a hungry “mmm”, her eyes looking up into Ahsoka’s to watch the reactions her husband was drawing from her. Padme’s fingers reached down and strummed her clit just above Anakin’s cock pushing it and out of her sex with deep strokes. 

Between Anakin’s fat cock and Padme’s teasing stimulations of her nipples and clit, Ahsoka came moments later, throwing her head back as she soaked Anakin’s cock and Padme’s fingers in her juices. She bit her finger to muffle her moans as she came, the togruta seemingly making up for years of celibacy by climaxing once every ten minutes, with no sign of stopping that trend. 

Padme popped her mouth from Ahsoka’s nipple, laughing. “I’m starting to lose track of how many of those you’ve had, Ahsoka.” 

She grinned up at her shyly as Anakin slowed his thrusts. “Sorry. I can’t help it.”

“Don’t apologize,” Padme said, shaking her head. “It’s lovely. You’d be surprised how hard it is for some women to have any of those at all, let alone how many you’ve been having.”

Anakin drew his cock out of her with a wet sound like a lemon being sliced, his cock escaping her orange fuck hole. She was spread open and gaping slightly from his girth as he left her. “Want to try a different position, Snips?”

She flashed him a seductive smile up at him and eagerly nodded. “What do you have in mind?” They marveled at her eagerness with a wry smirk in each other’s direction, Padme shaking her head with mirth. He and his wife had unleashed a monster, and Ahsoka was happy to let them know it.

“How about…this,” Anakin said, hoisting her comparatively smaller body up into his strong arms. 

“Anakin, put me down!” Ahsoka giggled as he manhandled her. 

He leaned down and gave her a brief kiss before giving a knowing look with his wife. As if on queue, Padme shuffled up to them with a mischievous smile, the former senator gripping hold of her husband’s throbbing pillar, holding it upright and steady for him. He spun Ahsoka’s body around so that her back was pressed to his chest, spreading her legs open and lifting her up slightly with a huff. 

“Put you down, hmm? Well, if you say so, Snips,” he whispered coyly into her ear before positioning her right over his erection and letting her body drop. 

Ahsoka’s eyes widened to saucers when he used his strength to impale her on his cock while standing. Her body slender build and shorter stature compared to him made it quite easy for the Chosen One to sheath himself inside her like she was weightless.

He began wasting no time in bouncing her orange body up and down his shaft with wet squelching sounds, Ahsoka letting out a chorus of gasps and moans as she did. Her lekku swayed and bounced before her as her body was used like a fuckdoll for her master’s pleasure, his girth spreading her tightness open again and again with each stroke upward into her. Before long, she heard a familiar buzzing sound. She opened her eyes and saw Padme smiling as she approached them with her egg vibrator. 

“Oh no…don’t even think about i- OH…F- Force!” Ahsoka’s insincere protest died and trailed off into a series of unintelligible gibberish as Padme placed the little vibrating egg onto Ahsoka’s sensitive orange clitty and knowingly turned the device up to max. Anakin moaned harder as well, as the vibrations seemingly could be felt through Ahsoka and on his fat cock filling her tight pussy.

Ahsoka was in the throes of ecstasy. Anakin’s hands gripped her slender waist, raising and lowering her comparatively smaller body up and down his cock like she was a onahole. Padme meanwhile was flicking her tongue against her nipples while she used her egg vibrator to buzz away at her sensitive clit, right above Anakin’s girth sliding in and out of her cunt. She was perpetually astounded at this human couple’s commitment to delivering purposeful pleasure to her body, like they were actively trying to harvest orgasms out of her.

“C- can’t hold i- it…I’m c- cumming a- again!” Ahsoka mewled desperately. “So…g- good!”

Anakin lifted her body off of his cock with a wet suctiony sound and grunting as his prick popped out of her, followed by a streak of Ahsoka’s femcum. She doused Padme in front of her, Ahsoka’s whole body writhing in the midst of yet another climax. As Padme squealed with delight and kept the egg pressed insistently up against Ahsoka clit to prolong her pleasure for as long as she could, only stopping once Ahsoka begged her to. 

By now, Ahsoka’s nubile orange was glistening with sweat, as was Anakin’s. She drooled out of the corner of her mouth as she felt Anakin lower her down. His strength and stamina was seemingly running on fumes by now, as was Ahsoka’s. He settled her down onto her back atop the bed again, looming over her with his cock throbbing and desperate for release. 

Anakin spread her legs open and placed them on his shoulders, bending her body backwards until her feet nearly touched her ears. She had always been agile and flexible though, and this did not bother her. 

“You haven’t, erm, finished yet?” Ahsoka asked him tiredly, biting her lip. 

He slapped his hard cock against her smooth pubic mound with a smile. “Getting close, Snips.” He pressed himself against her orange pussy again, groaning as he sank into her intense tightness once more.

Ahsoka clutched at his sweaty, muscular body as he used every last bit of strength that he had to slam fuck his mewling former padawan into the bed beneath him. Her legs bounced atop his shoulders as his shaft plunged in and out of her tight togruta cunt. He was panting and moaning more and more as his balls began to churn. From the sidelines, Padme was rubbing her pussy hard, chewing her lip nearly enough to draw blood from the intensity of the spectacle before her. Watching her husband stroking his cock in and out of the moaning little togruta slut in a lewd mating press was evidently one of the biggest turn-ons of her life. 

“I’m…almost there, A- Ahsoka,” Anakin moaned, pile-driving his former padawan into the bed. “Where am I finishing?”

Ahsoka looked up at him as her legs bounced on his shoulders. She could barely even think at the moment, but she knew exactly what his impending release meant. As much as she enjoyed him filling her mouth with his delicious seed earlier, the no-longer-virgin teen knew there was simply only one proper answer to his question. 

“I- inside me, Skyguy! In my womb, every drop! Bloat my belly with your cum!”

Anakin groaned, ramping up his pace for the finish. “Fuck, Ahsoka…” he let out a gasp, throwing back his head as he hit his limit.

He buried himself as deep inside her tight cunny as he could go, pressing his fat cockhead on her tender cervix. Ahsoka’s eyes widened as she clutched at his body, feeling his cock pulse inside her, twitching. A moment later, she gasped as she felt thick, warm gushes of sperm-rich human baby batter filling her small womb, utterly drenching it with just a couple thick ropes. Despite him filling her mouth earlier, he seemingly had plenty left to give her as he pumped her pussy full of rope after sticky rope of hot cum, draining his balls into her togruta body. 

Anakin muffled her moans with a deep kiss as he filled her unprotected womb with a seemingly endless supply of spunk. Through exhausted eyes, she looked up and saw a blushing Padme pressing down on Anakin’s bum from behind to keep him pushed deep inside Ahsoka’s cunt, seemingly holding her there until he had drained every last drop inside her. Ahsoka had been worried that begging for him to finish inside her would be a step too far for Anakin’s wife. Not only was that not the case, but Padme was actively ensuring that Anakin was planting his seed as deep as he possibly could inside her previously-untouched womb. 

When he had finally finished ejaculating inside her, she felt Anakin untangle her legs and his lips left hers. She looked lovingly up at her former master, no words needing to be exchanged between them. Her contented smile said all she needed to about just how she felt at the moment. She watched with bated breath as he drew his half limp cock out of her sperm-soiled snatch with a slick wet pop.

Padme shuffled between Ahsoka’s legs and the togruta looked curiously up at the beautiful former senator. When her brunette head descended between Ahsoka’s orange legs, she gasped as Padme spread her legs open, her hands on each of her thighs to hold her like that. Her tongue dipped in and out of Ahsoka’s orange cunny, licking and lapping at her husband’s pearly white seed leaking in rivulets from the younger woman’s gaping cunt. Ahsoka cooed, running her hands through Padme’s hair as the two women held each other’s gaze.

The sheer debauchery of having her master’s wife eating his cum out of her was enough to bring Ahsoka to a final orgasm - albeit her smallest one yet given how exhausted she was. Still, it was enough for Ahsoka to finally crash into a slumber after she came onto Padme’s eager lips and tongue, spilling juices and Anakin’s seed alike into the other woman’s mouth.

When Ahsoka came to, she felt the bed rocking. Turning on her side, she saw Anakin and Padme next to her, making love at a steady pace as Padme looked adoringly back at her husband. They were fucking on their side, Padme’s leg raised with her back pressed to Anakin’s chest while his cock slipped in and out of her pussy. 

When they noticed Ahsoka was awake, they both smiled, not ceasing their movements in the slightest. “Welcome back to the land of the living, Snips,” Anakin said with a smirk. 

Ahsoka was overjoyed that this hadn’t all been yet another dream. It had been real, and she felt happier than she had in her entire life. Her escapades on 1313, while not all terrible thanks to Ventress’ friendship, paled in comparison to this. And it was entirely thanks to these two. 

Still, she knew that Anakin and Padme needed time to themselves as well. She slipped off the bed and prepared to leave them to it, feeling as though she was intruding a bit. 

“Ahsoka?” She turned around and saw Padme looking at her questioningly. 

Ahsoka rubbed her arm. “I’ll give you both some privacy. I was just going back to my room.”

Padme and Anakin looked at each other, shaking their heads. “You can sleep right here in our bed with us from now on. If you want to, of course,” Padme said with a wry smile. 

“It is a big bed. Plenty of room for three,” Anakin added with a smile at his new lover. 

Ahsoka’s heart swelled and she smiled, quite readily slipping right back into their large bed next to them, dozing off to the gentle sound of Padme’s moans as Anakin made love to her.