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Star Wars: A Togruta Will Also Do
🕑 Added 2021-08-31 15:00:06 +0000 UTCAhsoka bit her lip with frustration and anxiety. Where was Padme? She knew the Senator was a busy woman, but she had to come home to her apartment eventually.
Ahsoka went into Padme’s bedroom, hoping to find a planner or some other clue about her whereabouts. In the background, she heard the shower go from running to silent. Anakin must be clean by now, though Ahsoka doubted he felt refreshed. The thought came with some sadistic satisfaction. Yes, even her Master must be limp with exhaustion right now.
Smiling at the thought, Ahsoka laid on Padme’s bed, found a pack of her sweets, and snacked on one, thinking hard about what had happened. She waited and worried and even fantasized a little about the future.
Maybe it would be smarter not to tell Padme about what had happened with Anakin. Not yet, anyway. Padme might get angry with her, even with Anakin. Floored by the thought, Ahsoka set her candy down without finishing it and laid down on Padme’s pillow.
Her cunt still smoldered with the rapid sexual awakening it had been through, but the steady pulse of arousal she felt was now replaced with a sickly feeling of concern. The floodgates open, her body gave into how staggered it had been, and her endless energy ran out.
Mind dazed, flesh weary, Ahsoka fell asleep in a few minutes, dreaming of Padme watching while Anakin did what he’d done to her, Ahsoka begging for forgiveness, reaching out with wanton eagerness to make it up to the Senator who meant so much to her…
All she wanted out of life was some love, the attention of someone who mattered. Her last thought before she dropped off to sleep was that Padme would surely give her that, no matter how she felt about what Ahsoka had done.
***
Padme, after arriving home, went directly to what she thought of as Anakin’s room—although officially, it was simply a guest room she never lent out to anyone but him. She saw from the crack under the door that the room was dark and opened the door without knocking. She saw Anakin in bed, naked, sleeping soundly… it was enough to make Padme wonder what adventure had tired him out so, although she had no way of knowing just how adventurous things had really gotten while she was gone.
Now she went to Ahsoka’s room—which again was really more of a guest room reserved for the Padawan who was almost as frequent a visitor as her master. Padme opened the door, again without knocking, and frowned when she saw the empty bed.
She wondered if the Togruta had run off to do something silly—there was all kinds of trouble someone could get into on Coruscant. Her heartbeat sped with alarm. Then a thought occurred to her.
Padme went to her own bedroom, flung the door open, and let out a long sigh of relief when she saw Ahsoka asleep in her bed, just like when she was spending the night and didn’t want to be alone. Padme went over to the bed and switched on the nightstand lamp. Ahsoka blinked, suddenly thrust out of the gloom and into the light, however soft. When she saw it was Padme who’d awoken her, she sat up and hugged her fiercely.
“What’s gotten into you?” Padme asked, hugging her back, surprised by the intensity of her emotions—it was not something she associated with Force users, not even with Anakin. “Is something wrong?”
“No, nothing!” Ahsoka gasped. “Thank you, Padme—I owe it all to you!”
Padme stepped back and looked at her with curious eyes. “All of what?” she asked quizzically.
“I got a big cock into my mouth and—“ Ahsoka started.
“You what?” Padme demanded, feeling like she’d suddenly been thrust from sleeping to wakefulness herself.
“And I lost my virginity and—“
“Hold up!”
“And he fucked my ass!” Ahsoka finished proudly, seeming to ignore Padme’s shocked expression.
“What are you talking about?” Padme asked, slumping down onto the bed beside her. “You sound like a crazy person!”
“I followed your advice,” Ahsoka said, closing her eyes in an obvious fond memory. “I figured out what I really wanted and I went for it. And he fucked me. Sithspit, did Skyguy ever fuck me…”
Padme was shocked—so scandalized she let out a disbelieving guffaw. After all the fake grievances and concerned parties of Senate politics, now here was a real scandal crashing into all her careful poise. “Anakin? Don’t tell me you had sex with your master!”
“It was wonderful,” Ahsoka breathed. “And I really got mastered…”
“And… and that’s what you really wanted?” Padme asked in hushed tones. “That’s what had you so… inhibited?”
“It was amazing. You were so right, Padme. I just needed to get over myself and find my happiness. And tonight, I’m going to make him even happier.”
“Then it—wasn’t just a fling?”
“It won’t be if I have anything to say about it. That man’s cock is more addictive than a whole shipment of spice. I don’t know how I went without it for so long!”
Padme shook her head. “Wait a minute… let me get this right… you really did it with Anakin?”
“Of course!” Ahsoka said. “I mean, someone had to. You’ve seen how Ani was brooding. The guy just needed to get laid.”
Padme averted her eyes. “So it would seem… Then he isn’t involved with anyone else? You’re free and clear to pursue him?”
Ahsoka had to laugh. “Obviously. You know attachments are forbidden to a Jedi,” she said with a smirk. “But not being a cock holster. Or using one. Maybe you should give him a try. Anakin’s never minded being of service to you before.”
“Anakin?” Padme repeated, as if she were hearing the name for the first time. “You think he and I should… that we could…”
“Maybe,” Ahsoka nodded. “If I warm him up for you.”
Padme flopped down on the bed like a little girl, overwhelmed by what she’d heard as if she weren’t a grown woman and a leader in the Senate. “You’re awful,” she said.
“I know!” Ahsoka giggled. “Wanna hear about it?”
Padme almost unwillingly drew closer. “Well, that’s what I’ve been doing, isn’t it?”
***
Reliving the experience sent rippling waves of pleasure through Ahsoka’s sex. By the time she finished her story, she was squeezing her thighs together, absentmindedly rubbing her breasts.
“So it didn’t hurt too much?” Padme asked worriedly.
“No, no, it was wonderful!” Ahsoka told her, thinking about how Anakin had so thoroughly readied her, his warm mouth on her slit, his tongue diving deep inside of her. It had almost felt as good as when his cock finally entered her. “Nothing but wonderful!”
And so saying it, something inside Ahsoka’s mind gave. She looked at Padme with a searching gaze—finally seeing the beauty in her body. All the pleasure it could give. And all the ways Ahsoka could make her feel good too.
She pulled Padme’s dress away from her naked chest, then gently stroked her bare skin from the hollow of her throat to the pink nipples already standing out from her pert breasts.
“What… what are you doing?” Padme asked, trembling.
“I’m going to make you feel how Anakin made me feel,” Ahsoka told her, lowering her face to the Senator’s bosom. She slid one small nipple between her lips and gently bit down.
Padme’s jaw dropped open, her mouth voicelessly crying out with the electric jolt of pleasure. The sordid details of how Ahsoka had gotten fucked had made Padme more sensitive—more aroused—than she’d thought.
Padme threw her head back, mind groping for what she should do or even think, but the delight rippling down from her breast and into her cunt left it impossible for her to concentrate. How could she think of anything but how good this was? How could anything that felt like this possibly be wrong?
Ahsoka stopped suckling at Padme’s breast long enough to slip her out of her clothes. She then pulled the covers all the way off the bed and replaced them with herself, at least between Padme’s legs, her head tails draped over Padme’s sleek thighs just as she placed her palms on either side of Padme’s mons.
The dark, silky hairs of her pubis were already glossy and wet, tiny beads of her arousal clinging to it and to the skin of Padme’s labia. When Ahsoka used her thumbs to open up Padme’s slit, the Senator whimpered and a tiny sprig of moisture ran down her perineum. Ahsoka moaned aloud. Her friend needed this as much as she did.
She lifted her hands to Padme’s slender shoulders and rose up her body, until she could kiss the Senator on her delicate neck. She felt Padme shiver, her pulse thrumming against Ahsoka’s soft lips. The Togruta licked downward, running mouth and tongue over the juicy hills of her cleavage. Opening her mouth and filling it with one of Padme’s tits, she felt the throbbing nipple beat its excitement against the roof of her mouth.
“Oh, Ahsoka, that’s magnificent! Please don’t stop!” Padme moaned, her hands flailing over Ahsoka’s slender body, naturally settling on her montrals, which she squeezed with her fingers and rubbed with her thumbs.
Ahsoka only got more excited to be touched there, her nimble hips swaying, pert little buttocks jiggling as she humped the air above Padme’s body. Then she couldn’t hold herself back, no matter what her reservations about touching the lovely, elegant Senator. She was all in.
The Togruta ground her churning sex down into Padme’s cunt, their pubic thatches joining, their cunts slipping together. Ahsoka felt wet heat growing in her pussy and didn’t know whether it was her getting hotter or Padme. She felt ripples of energetic delight flowing all through her body, so it had to be her, but Padme seemed to burn with lust too.
Her clit throbbed with Ahsoka’s, the sensation fluttering over her lovely physique like a gentle wind running over her body. Ahsoka’s eyes rolled back in her head, consumed by both her pleasure and Padme’s, as the Senator’s hands poured down her montrals and began to fondle the lengths of her head tails.
“Good girl!” Padme moaned, eyes squeezed closed to guiltily shut out the sight that it was adorable young Ahsoka doing this to her. “Kriff, Snips, no wonder Ani fucked you!”
Padme quivered as Ahsoka inched downward, running her tongue over the taut abs of Padme’s flat belly, in and out of her tiny navel. She hung onto Ahsoka’s tails until they were out of reach and her hands were on Ahsoka’s montrals. She pulled on them, guiding Ahsoka’s head closer to her pussy.
“Do it! Please, Ahsoka, do it right now!”
Ahsoka felt Padme’s tantalizingly faint pubic hairs tickle her chin. Then her sweet little slit seethed against her nose. Ahsoka inhaled Padme’s scent, the perfumed fragrance of her arousal, and couldn’t help herself if she wanted to. She ran out her tongue and pressed it into Padme’s labia, tasting the little squirming undulations of her folds.
Padme was suddenly rammed with raw, unrestrained feeling when the burning tip of Ahsoka’s tongue went inside her. She clamped her inner muscles around it, trying to suck it into her box, and Ahsoka did thrust it searchingly into her, feeding Padme her length as a man would his cock. She plunged her tongue into Padme as deeply as she could.
“Kriffing kriff, that feels good!” Padme whooped, biting her lower lip to keep from getting any louder. “So—so—good!”
Ahsoka only hoped it felt as good as it tasted. She put both hands on Padme’s inner thighs and opened her up fully, gazing in wonder at the film of creamy moisture that covered Padme’s pink inner flesh and dripped from her small, pulsating clit. She slid her tongue around, gathering up the sweet juices until she made her way to the trembling button of Padme’s clitoris.
Padme would have been hard-pressed to describe the feeling that Ahsoka put into her sex. It was savage, bestial torment. But it was gentle and sweet too. Her inner folds convulsed, deep down to her core, all of her convulsing with ecstasy. She wrapped her legs around Ahsoka’s neck and pulled the Togruta’s face deep into her groin.
“Eat me!” she whimpered, fearful of her own passion but still unable to contain it. “Sithspit, eat all of me!”
Padme came wetly, her ejaculate seeming to thunder into Ahsoka’s mouth, its warmth and sweetness running downward until it exploded in the Jedi’s own cunt. She screamed out her release, sobbed it into Padme’s slick pussy.
“Let me have yours too!” Padme keened. “I want yours too!”
Ahsoka twisted about on the bed, reaching out with the Force to hold Padme in place as she mounted her. She quickly had Padme’s face straddled, grinding her hips down into her open mouth, as she laid down on Padme’s supine body and dove her own tongue into Padme’s mound.
“Mmmmmph!” she moaned, feeling Padme’s tongue thrust inside of her like a poker stoking a fire. “Yes, suck me!”
Another explosive release shot through them at the same time. They writhed and groaned passionately into each other’s cunts, wordless cries further muffled by the orgasmic folds they howled into.
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