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As the vast cityscape of Coruscant passed beneath them, a dark-haired man with piercing green eyes stared out of the viewport with annoyance marring his handsome face.

“I would like to remind you again that this is a terrible idea,” he told her.

Padmé Amidala Naberrie was impressed. He’d lasted well over a day since he’d last brought this issue up. Of course, much of that time had been spent within her quarters aboard her Naboo Cruiser where they had much more pleasurable matters to focus on, but his restraint was still commendable.

It was amusing that Harry had become far more protective of her after their promise. She liked to tease him that he hadn’t taken his duties as her bodyguard half as seriously before.

“And I once again thank you for your wise and unnecessary counsel,” Padmé replied with a smile that she knew would only serve to annoy him.

As expected, Harry scowled at her. “Separatists could be anywhere; you know that they’d love nothing more than to capture or kill a Republic Senator.”

Three months had passed since the Battle of Geonosis where, what was popularly being referred to as, the Separatist Crisis began. Of course, the Separatists preferred the term Secessionist Movement, but semantics mattered little. Under the leadership of Count Dooku, a former Jedi Master, the Separatists were attempting to break away from what they called the heavy yoke of the Galactic Republic. This collection of planets argued that their voices were being ignored, they were forced to shoulder the burden of keeping the basic necessities of the Core Worlds afloat without just recompense, the Galactic Senate was corrupt, and countless other reasons for dissatisfaction with the status quo.

Padmé sympathised heavily with them to a degree. No democracy would ever be perfect; it took the individuals who made up that democracy to strive for positive change, and that didn’t always come quickly. However, the primary reason Padmé refused to support the Separatists was because they acted with violence first. Rather than strive to achieve their goals through diplomatic means, they began a war that led to countless innocent civilians dying. Already, millions had perished, and her heart weeped for all of them.

That was why she had to come back to Coruscant. The threat to her life wasn’t truly over, not that it would be with the ongoing war, but she couldn’t just stay in hiding and did nothing. Her voice was an important one within the Senate, and if she could do anything to save even just a single civilian life, then risking her own would be worth it.

“I doubt that they’d do anything as foolish as to attack the Senate directly, not with the Jedi so close by,” Padmé argued. “Besides, I’ve still got you to watch over me. I know that you’ll never let anything bad happen.”

Stroking a man’s ego was always a surefire way to make them accept a situation like this, and Harry was no different. Yet, he wasn’t going to look happy about it.

“Just remember that if a bad situation comes up, you promised to do what I tell you to,” he reminded her.

“Of course, my loyal protector.”

And with that matter settled, Harry seemed to accept the situation for what it was. He checked over the blaster on his hip and what he called a wand, which he kept neatly secured beneath a black, metal bracer. His jetpack would be, reluctantly, left aboard the cruiser.

The pilot navigated the cruiser deftly through the skylanes between the tall skyscrapers that dotted the landscape. Coruscant was an ecumenopolis with over five thousand levels to the city. As time went on, new levels were built atop of the old, giving the rich and powerful new places to make their mark while the poor and average citizens were slowly relegated further down into the metallic tomb. Coming from a planet like Naboo, Padmé felt sad to see so little of nature around her, yet she also understood the importance of Coruscant being this way in order to facilitate its status as the hub of the galaxy.

The Galactic Senate Building almost resembled a metallic mushroom rising up from the metal groundwork below. The oval-shaped building was capped by an enormous dome that extended out past the length of the building it rested atop. There was an entire concourse that led up to the building adorned with humanoid statues and several landing platforms. One of the latter had been reserved for Padmé, and the pilot smoothly navigated the cruiser down to land.

“Expecting guests?” Harry asked as he spotted a small reception waiting for them at the edge of the landing pad.

“It’s normal for several… it’s Anakin and Obi-Wan!” Padmé gasped in surprise.

Just behind the usual staff coming to confirm the ship’s ID and help senators reach the Senate Building were two Jedi cloaked in brown robes: Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi.

The first attempt upon her life here on Coruscant had reunited her with the two Jedi who’d once helped free her homeworld of Naboo from the clutches of Nute Gunray and the Trade Federation. It had been so many years since she’d seen them that she’d scarcely recognised them, but now that the Separatist Crisis had begun, it was impossible to go anywhere without seeing their faces in the news as they helped to defend the Republic.

Yet, as she brimmed with joy, she detected Harry’s quiet uncertainty and curiosity. He’d never encountered a Jedi before and had many questions about them and their powers. Once he’d learnt about the Jedi Order’s tumultuous history with other Force-wielding groups, his wariness about ever dealing with the Jedi grew.

What mattered was that he would ultimately be safe by her side. Even if he wielded the Force in ways that the Jedi either didn’t understand or feared, they wouldn’t dare interfere with him so long as he had her protection.

Padmé walked down the boarding ramp first with Harry following close behind her. The delegation that was there to meet her were all so excited to have her back at the Senate. She smiled and nodded along as they reassured her that her old office was still untouched and that the next Senate meeting would begin in just over an hour—plenty of time for her to make it.

The comfort that came from falling back into her role as a Senator felt like a warm hug. She graciously thanked everyone for the welcome but insisted that she’d be more than capable of reaching the Senate Building on her own.

As soon as the delegation stepped aside, Anakin rushed forward like he was about to sweep her up into his arms. He only stopped just short when Harry shifted his stance slightly.

“I’m quite happy to see you healthy and well, Senator Amidala,” Obi-Wan said, stepping forward alongside Anakin. “We have received some troubling reports about the recent attempts on your life on Naboo.”

“Times have been difficult as of late, I’ll admit, but my protector has kept me wonderfully safe,” Padmé smiled, gesturing over her shoulder to him. “May I introduce Harry Potter.”

“Pleased to make your acquaintance,” Obi-Wand said with a slight bow of his head.

Anakin, however, frowned and narrowed his eyes at Harry. “What are you? A mercenary? Bounty hunter? Fixer?”

Harry shrugged and slipped a sly grin. “A little bit of this and that. Let’s just say that I run a one-man protection service agency and that Senator Amidala is my one and only client at the moment. Though, that could always change if the credits stop flowing.”

Padmé rolled her eyes at him. “I’m sure you’ll get a nice bonus in our next contract renegotiation.”

It was a scheduled meeting they had every month. In it, they both reaffirmed that they were eager to keep their relationship going—both professionally and personally. And then came the matter of Harry’s bonus.

Without the years of practice maintaining a neutral face, Padmé would’ve blushed at the memory of her being tied up in bed only two weeks ago now with Harry bringing her to the brink with his marvellous tongue five times before she had enough and begged him to let her finish. It had been one of the most intense orgasms of her life.

“Seems my services will be needed for a while longer yet,” Harry said to Anakin as much as to Padmé. “Someone’s got to keep the senator safe.”

“The Jedi would be more than capable of such a task,” Anakin declared, glowering at Harry. “And we wouldn’t charge her for the service.”

“More’s the pity for you. Credits do have a way of making the galaxy continue to spin,” Harry remarked.

“May we escort you to the Senate Building?” Obi-Wan asked Padmé diplomatically just as Anakin opened his mouth to make a retort. “There are some matters that the Jedi Council asked me to discuss with you.”

“Of course, Master Jedi,” Padmé said graciously. “Please, lead the way.”

She didn’t miss how Anakin deliberately slowed his step to fall in alongside Harry, though neither of them spoke any words to one another.

“We have recently learned that the attempts on your life have been orchestrated by Nute Gunray and Count Dooku,” Obi-Wan explained to her in a grave tone. “As one of many conditions to the Trade Federation joining the Separatist movement, Gunray demanded that you be assassinated. After the failed attempt, we believe that Gunray has placed an open bounty on your head. Of course, no Bounty Hunters associated with the Galactic Republic Bounty Hunting Association would attack a senator, but there are many who are in the larger Bounty Hunters’ Guild or smaller groups aligned with the Separatists that continue to target your life.”

“I expected as much given the continued attacks on Naboo,” Padmé lamented. “Thankfully, Harry has kept me safe.”

“May I ask how he managed to come into your employ?”

Padmé smiled at the memory of that day. “I was standing on a balcony watching a missile come flying right towards me. It was too late to try to run, but then he appeared out of nowhere and stopped the missile. He waited until the last second to do it for drama’s sake and then promptly offered me his services seeing as the Royal Naboo Security Forces hadn’t been able to stop the attack. I wasn’t sure about hiring him at the time, but it turned out to be one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.”

“He seems like a loyal man,” Obi-Wan admitted. “He has the eyes of a veteran, and he comes well equipped too. How is it that he’s managed to acquire a cortosis bracer?”

“I pay him quite well for each assassination attempt he stops,” Padmé answered. “He’s quite keen to receive his paycheck minutes after the chaos dies down.”

“I see,” Obi-Wan chuckled quietly. “I would be remiss if I didn’t inform you that Anakin’s offer earlier was genuine. Given the severity of the threat against your life, the Council has agreed to place a Jedi to watch over you. Anakin would be quite keen to take on the role.”

“Please inform the Council of my thanks, Master Kenobi, but I need no Jedi protector so long as I have Harry.”

“It’s clear that he’s done much to earn your trust in these past few months,” Obi-Wan acknowledged. “Should the situation change or you simply wish for additional protection, then please do not hesitate to ask the Jedi for help.”

“I won’t,” Padmé assured him.

The walkway up to the Senate Building opened up into a small plaza where hundreds of diplomats, dignitaries, support staff, and the like mingled after sessions. Right now, it was virtually abandoned other than a handful of cleaning droids and guards standing watch.

Enormous doors spun open at their approach, welcoming them into a wide atrium where various branching corridors split off towards different sections of the building. The familiar one directly ahead was the entrance for the senators and their staff.

It was a short walk in before the corridor opened up into a domed room that was split down the middle by five security checkpoints. As most senators had already arrived for the day, only one was left open for them. The pale-green skinned Falleen woman standing behind the counter looked bored, waiting for them to get closer before she started spouting off the familiar, expected questions to anyone looking to get past.

However, Padmé only managed to make a single step towards it before Harry’s arm snaked around her waist and pulled her back.

“Trouble,” he warned them.

Obi-Wan raised a curious eyebrow. “I’ve not sensed—Anakin!”

A snap-hiss from her left and right signalled that the two Jedi had drawn their lightsabers. The two brilliant blue beams of energy reflected off of the polished marble floor.

Instinctively, the three men formed a protective ring around her. Harry drew his blaster and began scanning their surroundings carefully. Padmé held her breath, searching too for any signs of danger.

But nothing came.

Seconds passed with only the hum of the lightsabers in the background.

Then, Harry sucked in a deep breath.

Explosions rattled from above as three vent covers flew towards them. Obi-Wan waved his hand and redirected the path of them just as blasterfire came from above. It rained down on them faster than Padmé could’ve ever imagined, but Obi-Wan and Anakin’s lightsabers were spinning faster than her eyes could track in infinity loops. Most of the bolts of energy were sent flying around the room, smashing into the walls, benches, potted plants, and floor. There was a scream as one of the bolts was returned directly to the shooter. An Ithorian body dropped from the vent.

A pair of Abyssins, green-skinned cycloptic humanoids, burst out from behind the furthest security checkpoints. One slammed a heavy blaster rifle onto the counter and started firing indiscriminately while the other rolled into cover behind a bench, drawing two blaster pistols. They both used the blasterfire coming from the vents as cover to set themselves up.

Padmé found herself lifted off of her feet as Harry scooped her up and threw both of them behind a bench. Obi-Wan moved with them, leaping over the bench and deflecting the bolts being fired his way, but he was having trouble keeping up with the rapid shots of the heavy repeating blaster.

“Keep your head down,” Harry ordered Padmé as he popped his head up. He ducked back down and took a step to his right before leaning over the edge of the bench again with his blaster trained on the distant Abyssin. All it took was one well-placed shot to rupture the power pack and cause a small explosion that had the Abyssin reeling backwards. As the man fell out of cover, Harry fired off a second quick shot to kill the man.

Meanwhile, Anakin was steadily advancing on the last Abyssin, who was desperately trying to kill the Jedi before the worst could happen. Yet, he could not manage to get a single bolt past Anakin’s lightsaber.

In the end, the Abyssin tried to draw a thermal detonator, which was all the excuse Anakin needed to lunge forward and kill the man.

Suddenly, the fighting stopped. The blasterfire ended as the attackers scurried back inside of the vents, seeking momentary refuge. An alarm sounded them, blaring a repeating tone that demanded everyone flee out of the building.

“I’m following them,” Anakin declared, priming his knees for a Force-enhanced leap.

“Wait, Anakin,” Obi-Wan held him back. “Our job is to protect the Senator.”

Anakin hesitated before relaxing his posture. “I suppose someone has to,” he said with a dark look sent Harry’s way.

“You may as well chase them for all the good you’ll do,” Harry retorted sharply. “You’re too reckless.”

“And I suppose that you would know how a Jedi is supposed to act?” Anakin’s nostrils flared.

“I’ve heard stories, and it seems to me that they resolve things with their minds rather than their lightsabers,” Harry countered. “Other than in the children’s stories, that is.”

“Why don’t you do your job and go after the assassins before they get away?” Anakin demanded.

“And leave Padmé in your ‘trustworthy’ hands? I don’t think so. Besides, they’ll come for us again,” Harry said.

“What makes you say that?” Obi-Wan asked patiently.

Harry turned to him. “If I were here trying to assassinate the Senator on Coruscant of all places, I’d have contingencies in place. Just look at the worker over there,” he gestured to the Falleen behind the security counter. “She’s got a blaster tucked inside of her waistband. I bet that if we’d gotten through the checkpoint without trouble, she’d have—”

Before anyone else could react, Harry’s blaster snapped up and shot the Falleen dead. The woman’s own blaster fell to the floor out of her grip. She’d barely started to draw the weapon when Harry had stopped her.

“—shot the Senator dead before any of us could’ve stopped her,” Harry finished, placing his blaster back into its holster. “They’ll try to pick us off on the way out.”

“Or they could come back here and attack us again,” Anakin exclaimed.

“Only if they were brash,” Harry replied. “If they came here, then they know the procedures that everyone is expected to follow. When the alarm sounds, everyone in the building needs to enter into one of several safe rooms or exit the building entirely. We’re not close enough to any of the safe rooms, and the corridors leading to them will be locked down anyway, so they’ll know that we have to leave the way we came.”

“Staying here may be the most prudent course of action,” Obi-Wan suggested. “Now that we know the points of egress, they will not be able to get the jump on us so easily again.”

“That will leave multiple dangerous mercenaries on the loose who managed to break into the Senate Building of all places,” Harry snapped at the man. “Do you really think it wise to leave them on the run when we could spring their trap?”

“Exactly!” Anakin exclaimed, though he looked reluctant to agree with anything that Harry said.

Obi-Wan frowned at them. “That would place the Senator in additional danger.”

Harry turned to Padmé with passion burning in his emerald green eyes. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course,” the words came easily from her lips.

“With your life?” He clarified.

The answer was the same.

“I trust you completely.”

Harry nodded as the matter was decided. “We lead Senator Amidala back out the way we came. On the way or somewhere just outside of the entrance, they’ll attack us again. We need to stop them before they can flee.”

Harry stayed right by her side as they ran back towards the entrance of the building. Padmé’s adrenaline was running wild, especially when she heard the cries of alarm coming from other people within the building.

Belatedly, Padmé realised that they were running into a funnel. The atrium at the exit of the building was flooded with hundreds of people hurrying to get out. And just over everyone’s heads, she spotted the glint of a scope.

“There!” She shouted, raising her hand to point at the assassin.

Harry yanked her out of the way of the bolt that would’ve pierced straight through her chest and positioned himself right in front of her for the follow-up shot, but the assassin scampered up the scaffolding they’d been perched upon and dove back into an open vent.

“They’re hiding like rats,” Anakin growled in frustration. “We can’t let them get away again!”

“Anakin—!” But he was already gone, leaping over everyone’s heads as he went for the assassin.

“There’s still one more,” Harry murmured just loud enough for Padmé and Obi-Wan to overhear.

“Yes, but where?” Obi-Wan stroked his beard.

“The crowd,” Harry decided. “They’ll try to catch us when we’re packed in tight with everyone else and come in with a vibroknife or something like that. Stay close and watch the Senator’s back but leave a noticeable gap on her right side. I’ll be ready to catch them if they come from that way.”

Before Obi-Wan could argue, Harry was already leading the way, gently tugging on Padmé’s arm to guide her into the crowd of people leaving the building. The blasterfire had only increased their panic, and there was plenty of pushing and shoving to get out. Harry and Obi-Wan stayed close by her, using their strength to prevent the crowd from crushing them as they slowly shuffled forward to the exit.

Padmé’s eyes flickered back and forth, searching for the assassin.

“Don’t be nervous,” Harry reassured her, steely-eyed and cocksure as ever. “I won’t let them touch you.”

And he kept true to his word.

Barely a minute had passed after they were caught in the crowd when the assassin tried to make his attempt. It was a desperate, shoddy thing that even Padmé saw coming. The human was dressed in the clothes of a Senatorial Officiant—one of the many supervisory positions that oversaw the day-to-day goings on at the Senate—but gave away his cover by holding a knife tight against his thigh. The crowd’s density made it hard to spot, but once you noticed the man’s rigid left arm, it was easy to notice the vibroknife at his side.

Padmé’s heartbeat came faster and faster as the man steadily drew closer. Then, when there was just a single woman between her and the assassin, the man suddenly lunged forward.

His blade came within a handspan of Padmé’s face when Harry grabbed the man’s wrist, twisted, and fired two bolts into his gut. The assassin crumpled like a lifeless puppet.

It took nearly fifteen minutes before the commotion began to calm down.

They made their way back out towards the landing platforms as they waited for Padmé’s cruiser to return to pick her up. Obi-Wan was patiently waiting for Anakin’s return while Harry stood guard, ensuring that no one ventured too close to Padmé. Anyone who did was met with a sharp rebuff and sent on their way.

Eventually, Anakin appeared, looking frustrated.

“Did your quarry evade you?” Harry asked, baiting him into another argument.

“He’s gone underground,” Anakin replied through gritted teeth. “Probably hiding with the type of scum you’re accustomed to.”

“Or he’s still around,” Harry retorted. “Waiting to make another attempt on Senator Amidala’s life.”

“Can you two quick bickering?” Padmé asked them, putting her hands on her hips. “Honestly, you’re acting like children.”

Harry closed his mouth and straightened his back, but Anakin lacked the control to do such a thing.

“You’re making a mistake keeping him by your side,” he blurted out. “This man is a no-good mercenary. He’ll double-cross you the second he receives a good-enough offer. You’d be a lot safer if I was watching over you.”

“You can tell yourself that all you’d like,” Harry said. “Doesn’t make it true.”

Anakin rounded on Harry. “I’m not talking to you. I’m trying to make Padmé see sense—”

“Anakin, please,” Obi-Wan sighed, walking forward to stop the fight before it broke into something more serious.

“No,” Anakin snapped. “He’s only in this for the money. He doesn’t actually care about Padmé like I—”

Suddenly, the three men’s attention snapped towards the ship that’d just landed at the next platform over. The Senator who was about to climb the landing ramp recoiled backwards and fell onto their ass as the final assassin rolled into view with an assassin rifle in their hands.

Anakin’s lightsaber flared open for a fraction of a second before Harry snapped his arm up. The beam of light hit the cortosis bracer and the lightsaber instantly short-circuited. Then, Harry twisted his arm to catch the bolt that’d fired from the assassin’s rifle. A wave of reddish energy washed over the bracer and dissipated, surprising the assassin and leaving them in no position to dodge Harry’s final shot. He drew his blaster from his hip and fired instantly, practically before he had the chance to aim. The shot struck the assassin right in between the eyes, and his body limply rolled down the ramp.

“I suggest we return the senator to her apartment,” Harry said calmly to the two men as he stowed his blaster. Then, he walked right back to Padmé’s side.

The second she saw the smug look on his face, she knew exactly what was crossing his mind.

“Don’t you dare say it,” she warned him.

“This was a terrible idea,” he exclaimed gleefully.

The Senate Apartment Complex was a high-security block of high-rise buildings that hosted the most influential senators and diplomatic staff from all of the star systems that made up the Galactic Republic. Given that she was born on Naboo, one of the most bountiful and influential planets in the Mid Rim, Padmé enjoyed one of the nicer apartments near the highest floors of the main building that Supreme Chancellor Sheev Palpatine used to reside in.

Wide open spaces and towering pillars dominated the architecture of the apartment. Semi-circle couches and minimal furnishings gave the environment an elegant yet unlived-in feel. Despite that, it had a marvellous view of the city and some of the plushest beds imaginable.

Obi-Wan and Anakin continued insistence on watching over her had proved mildly annoying given that Harry had shown just what a diligent and capable protector he was, yet Padmé didn’t wish to upset the Jedi, especially after they’d done so much for her in helping to protect Naboo, so she allowed their presence here. They were both lingering in the main chamber, talking privately as she got changed out of her formal senatorial robes.

As she started to strip down in front of a tall, floor-length mirror, Harry appeared behind her.

“I don’t like the way that he looks at you,” Harry told her plainly.

“Oh? And how does he look at me?”

“Like you’re the only woman in the world. Like he’s never seen beauty like yours before.”

“Maybe he hasn’t. Maybe I am just the most beautiful woman to have ever lived,” Padmé teased him.

But Harry took her seriously. “I don’t doubt that. But you’re mine to look at. Not his.”

“I belong to you now?”

“Until our contract is finished.”

“And what if it never does?”

“Then I’ll get to go on admiring you for years and years to come and pushing anyway anyone who looks at you like you could be theirs.”

It was simply thrilling to hear the man she loved say words like this. Most men came on too strong from the start. They acted possessive and jealous over nothing, but Harry had opened up to her in the way that no one else ever had. He’d gotten to know her, the real her, and chose to love all aspects of her and her life. As much as she was his, he was hers. If another woman dared look at him in the way that she did, then she knew she’d feel just as protective. Maybe she wouldn’t go about it in the same way and nearly end up in a brawl with the woman who liked him, but she’d make her boundaries clear.

But then she wasn’t a Jedi.

Here Harry was standing up to a Jedi Knight, practically threatening his life. Padmé knew it wasn’t an idle threat either. Harry was fast and strong, and he’d even beaten Anakin and Obi-Wan to the punch when he finished off that final assailant. If it came down to it, even the Force wouldn’t be enough to save Anakin from Harry’s wrath.

“Most of my interactions with Anakin have been when he was a child,” Padmé told him. “He’s no threat to you.”

“I don’t doubt that,” Harry said sincerely. “But I still don’t like him. He talks about you like you should be with him instead of me.”

“Then I guess it’s a good thing that you’re in my bedroom and he isn’t then,” Padmé smirked as her robes fell off of her shoulders. She was nearly bare except for the bra and panties she had on. She felt confident standing in front of Harry like this. Every time he admired her form, it felt like he was doing it for the very first time, like he couldn’t believe what was right in front of him.

“If he ever dared come into your bedroom without permission, I’d grab him by the scruff of his neck and throw him out the nearest window.”

“And what if I was there with him while he was trying to seduce me?” Padmé’s lips curled upwards. “What would you do with me?

“What would you want me to do with you?” Harry threw the question back at her.

“I think I’d like you to remind me how good of a lover you are,” Padmé told him.

“That could be arranged,” Harry said.

Before she knew what was happening, the last of Padmé’s clothes started being pulled off of her body like there were invisible hands tugging at them. She gasped in surprise as Harry just smirked at her, showing off his magical talent.

The moment she was laid bare before him, that same magic started stripping him. The fire within her core flared upon seeing his chiselled muscles, and even that cocky grin of his was enough to start to make her wet. Everything about him, even the annoying parts, felt just so utterly Harry Potter that it was impossible for her to not be aroused by them.

“Obi-Wan and Anakin are right in the other room,” Padmé pointed out.

“Maybe I want them to hear as I take you,” Harry replied huskily.

The idea sent a thrill down her spine, yet…

“That wouldn’t be very appropriate,” she pointed out. “I have an image to maintain.”

“Fine, ruin the fun all you want,” Harry said as he pulled her into his arms. When his pants were pulled down, his cock flopped up right in between her thighs, smacking her delicate pussy in a way that sent a shock of pleasure down her spine. “I reviewed the specs of this place on the way over here. There’s enough soundproofing between us and them that even a wild bantha wouldn’t even be overheard. You could scream my name until you’re hoarse and they wouldn’t be able to hear.”

Padmé turned to her side, giving him the perfect profile shot that just screamed ‘fuck me’ and paused in thought. Her back was perfectly arched, her ass sticking out, and her breasts as pert as ever. She counted in her head.

One.

Two.

Three.

Fou—

Harry grabbed her, pressing his raging-hard cock against her ass as he pinned her front against the wall. “You’re just teasing me now,” he murmured in her ear.

“Maybe I am,” she teased him back. “What are you going to do about it?”

Padmé squealed in surprise as he suddenly lifted her up and threw her onto her bed. She honestly never could’ve imagined that any man could throw her that far—magic had to have something to do with it—but the thrill it shot through her body made it feel incredible.

Any other night, Harry would’ve taken his time with her. He loved teasing her slowly, getting her all hot and bothered until she was begging for him to just fuck her. He could kiss up and down her body without ever touching her breasts or pussy and have her on the brink of an orgasm after just a handful of minutes. Tonight though, his aggressive masculinity took over. There was no time for games. He wanted her right now.

Harry pressed his lips to her puffy folds in a searing kiss, spreading her legs as wide as they could go. He kept them pinned back so that she couldn’t accidentally bring them together and start squeezing his head, undoubtedly ruining whatever rhythm he planned to set.

He was eager as he’d ever been as his tongue sought to explore every inch of her as he ate her out. It was such a sharp departure from his normal behaviour that Padmé nearly came undone before anything had ever started. She’d always cum easily from Harry’s touch; something about it was simply magical. His tongue spread apart her labia and circled her clit with expert speed, ensuring that there wasn’t a single drop of her delicious nectar that didn’t reach his tongue.

His mastery with his tongue made him seem like he understood her every signal without her needing to vocalise any of it. She squirmed on the bed and moaned as freely as she liked, but Harry was reacting to her body’s desires before she even expressed them. His tongue pressed flat on her clit when she needed that extra bit of stimulation and then pulled away to lap at her core to give her a brief moment to recompose herself.

All that Padmé could do was grab onto Harry’s hair and hold on for the ride as he put everything into making her feel so damned good. Those steady, strong licks made her back arch off of the bed, and each time his tongue probed between her labia, she just wished that it was his cock instead.

By the time that she was dripping wet, Padmé’s chest was already heaving from how good she felt. Harry pulled away from her—much to her frustration—but then lifted her back to her feet.

Before she realised what was happening, Harry had spun her around and left her facing the floor-length mirror she’d been getting undressed in front of. She saw her sweat-covered face and how her mouth hung slightly open. Her breasts looked ripe and delicious, and that slight gap between her thighs looked like the perfect place for Harry to stick his cock in.

Instead, he pressed down on her back, forcing her to bend forward and stick her ass out towards him. His thick, meaty cock slapped across her ass before he grabbed onto it with one hand and angled the tip towards her swollen pussy.

He was just barely prodding her entrance when he grabbed her wrists in his hands and situated himself perfectly. If he let go of her now, she’d just fall forward and smack her head off of the mirror. She felt so utterly helpless to his wants and desires. Nothing else had ever turned her on so much.

“You’re mine,” he growled possessively before he pushed into her.

No matter how many times they fucked, Padmé knew she’d never tire of the sensation of his cock entering into her. The sensation of his girth stretching open her walls made her toes curl and knees go weak. There was nothing she loved more than this.

Harry started fucking her relentlessly, pounding into her pussy like a man possessed. It was like he was just using her for his own pleasure, but Padmé knew better than that. He wasn’t fucking her as deep as he could; instead, he focused on hitting that sweet spot inside of her that made her want to sing his name to the stars above. And that just made her melt all the more.

Padmé let her voice free, moaning and crying out as Harry kept at it. Her head bounced wildly as he held his wrists tight. His cock plunged into her depths again and again, and his balls kept smacking against her clit, sending unbelievably-intense sparks of pleasure through her body.

“Do you see how fucking hot you look?” Harry asked her. “Just look at yourself.”

She did.

In the mirror, her reflection was that of a woman overcome by what was being done to her. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were absolutely manic. Her breasts were bouncing freely as her knees quivered, being brought together as she used all of her willpower to stay upright. And then there was Harry’s frame dwarfing her from behind, showing off his incredible physique as he fucked her with everything he had.

She was his and he was hers. It was as simple as that. Their contract bound them together. It could end at any moment, but the longer it went on for, the less that Padmé ever expected it to.

She and Harry were going to be together forever.

Padmé’s pussy quivered wildly around his cock. She was never going to hold on for long when he was doing this to her, and each thrust he made brought her closer to the ultimate explosion that left her mind blank and limbs weak.

“Harry, please,” she whimpered.

He shoved her forward until her breasts hit the wall. Her arms came free as he let go of her, and she instinctively planted her palms against the wall and pressed her ass back out towards him as he grabbed onto her hip with one hand and brought the other one up to her neck. He applied pressure to her, not so much choking her as it was squeezing her tightly, but it made her pussy sob nonetheless.

Padmé whined and thrust her ass back to meet his thrust. “I can’t take any more of this. I’m so close, Harry. I need to feel you cumming inside of me.”

There was nothing she’d discovered that turned him on more than when she begged him for his cum. It didn’t matter if she wanted it splattered across her face, dripping down her breasts, shot deep into her ass, or implanted straight into her womb. According to him, it was something magical with the expression on her face and her tone of voice when she truly wanted his cum more than anything else in the world that simply brought him to his knees.

And as the words faded from her lips, she heard him groan and felt his cock throb inside of her. He was pulsing now, getting ready to unleash all that he had, and Padmé was ready for it.

He fucked her against the wall for several more thrusts before Padmé felt her pleasure reach the point of no return. His cock was too addicting and his every movement was perfectly constructed to make her cum hard.

Padmé’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she came around her lover’s cock. Her entire body went starkly rigid as Harry slammed into her one final time before he sprayed his seed deep inside of pussy. The feeling of his hot spurts of cum shooting out into her only doubled the pleasure she was experiencing. Padmé squealed as she felt her pussy literally squeezing the cum out of his cock into her.

As everything finally came to a close, Padmé fell back into Harry’s waiting arms. They were both panting and utterly satisfied.

“No one’s ever made me feel the way that you do,” Padmé blurted out before she could realise what she was saying. “I love you.”

It took two seconds of silence before her brain caught up to what she’d just admitted. She wished that she could take it back. Not because she didn’t mean it but because it all felt so awkward and cliche. How many people had said those words for the first time after sex? It had to come out at a time that was more special, and really, as the man, Harry should be the one to say that first. It was ridiculous that he’d made her wait so long and—

“I love you.”

Harry’s words reached her ears, and for a moment, Padmé didn’t believe what she’d just heard. She looked back at him over her shoulder, eyes wide in surprise, only to find the most genuine, innocent, brilliant smile on his lips.

“I love you, Padmé,” he repeated.

How could any other man compare to someone as perfect as him?

Padmé shoved him backwards, sliding off of his cock, and kept shoving him back until they landed on her bed. She mounted his still-hard cock again and pressed her body down on top of his as she kissed him with every ounce of passion she had in her body.

“Don’t ever leave me, my love,” she murmured.