AOTC: Anakin Skywalker: Stimulate Padmé by yourself
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Anakin Skywalker
You may be an avatar of the Force, but before you are a Padawan, you are a being of flesh and blood who values the physical connection you have with the world. And, soon, so shall Padmé value the connection you'll have with her. If she doesn't panic upon waking up, that is.
Looking at her with the kinky face you are known for, you slowly approach her bed, savoring the moment with every breath—heart pumping, hormones flowing in you. Arching over her at the bedside, you picture all the sensations you can bring her during her sweet sleep with a few soft touches. For some seconds, you just take the sight of this beautiful lady before you gently sit near her. The bed shifts ever so lightly with your weight. Your presence seems to cause no alarm in her rest.
As if you could feel time itself, you slowly stretch your arm with your left hand half curled to her face, and with the tip of your fingers you caress her cheek. You can feel light breathing waving in your skin as her chest lowers soothingly. Your tenderly brush a lock of hair resting upon her face.
Whether by your presence or through her dreaming mind, Padmé turns and stretches lazily. She curls and then uncovers her body from the eiderdown, pushing it with her feet. Like an angel, she bends sideways, supporting her weight with the left knee pulled up. Her gown twists so that the bottom of her round fundament is revealed, and so is the (yet) closed lips of her rose visible in her panty. Her hair swivels as she turns and rests prolifically on the pillow, her hands leveling it for comfort.
Taken aback by the movement, you distanced yourself to give her room, and advanced once more only after she stopped moving. This time, a bit more lively, inspired by the beautiful reveal of her smooth tights and curves—her bottom has such elegance. Having her so close and so ripe makes you... uneasy, in a good way. You reposition yourself, turning your waist so as to face her and be able to lay down aside her.
Soon, to be laying inside her.
With renewed conviction, you let your left hand touch her shoulder, sliding down the tips of your fingers on her back, and back up to her side. Calmly, but decisively. Your fingers brush her breast, and your palm slides over her arm. You watch her beautiful face faintly blush as your hands find their way to her oh so tasty round thighs. In sinuous motions, you sweep the tips of your fingers, making patterns on her skin, and with each cycle of waving movements, you raise her gown bit by bit...
You only stop when it is pulled back enough that her panty is fully revealed, along with her luscious ass. You sit over your legs. Now with both hands, you massage the lower part of her body, particularly her back and thighs. Your palms slide effortlessly in her skin, movements guided by the Force, and you feel her heartbeats accelerating consistently with your fondling—and so does her breathing. Deep must be her sleep indeed, as your ambitious contact has not awakened her yet.
Decided to enter her, you take your hand to brush the revealed portion of her pussy with her panty still on. Your rubbing quickly show result, as you watch her lips swelling and stretching the tissue of her underwear. As her lady part becomes excited, an almost unfathomable sensation arises from within you. It dictates: you must touch her directly.
With one hand, you pull her panty sideways, and with the other, you slide your fingers under her clothe and rest them over her bottom lips. The smoothness of her vulva can almost be tasted by your fingertips, and as her juices honeys your hand, you feel blood being pulled from all over your body and flowing towards your genitals. Under your loose Padawan attire, your penis enlarges in delight as you sense her pleasure and feel her body positively reacting to you.
You have come this far, you know you are in it for good or ill. You lower your face to her rotund ass and kisses it tenderly as you open her vulva's lips by introducing your middle finger in her pleasure tunnel. Padmé moans angelically as you stretch her, and her head pulls back in satisfaction.
Miraculously, this girl is still asleep. Or half asleep in a state in-between, perhaps.
Sparing no effort, you begin moving your hand in a pumping motion, letting your fingertip scratch her inner walls towards her belly, thumb rubbing gently outside, as you masturbate her in wonder. This is surely the hottest Senator your eyes have ever set upon...
Her sweet, sweet dreaming moans become louder and persistent. Your hand fastens, her inner rings squeeze you, and soon your motions take fruit in the form of a marvelous orgasm that she feels deeply. She screams lovingly as you reach as deep as your finger will take you. Her now crimson cheeks point upwards as she turns aside and clamp her legs, You pull your finger out as she does so. With one palm you hold her waist kindly, with the other you massage her groin.
Padmé eyelids open slowly—a look of absolute dizziness on her face—and gazes at the ceiling, barely noticing you are still touching her. As her consciousness drifts from the realm of dreams back to reality, she covers her face with both hands in disbelief of the experience she had, sensations of reality and visions still clashing. But then she realizes something is amiss. She still feels excited, and the warm and sticky hands that held her in another plane hold her still.
She jumps in a scare and tugs her pillow, stretching down her gown and sitting upright, mouth agape. Her cleavage is visible, raising and lowering profusely. Her eyes meet yours. You look at her with a smile on your face.
She sits like that for a few seconds. "It was THAT good, huh?" you smirk. After no response, you continue: "Speechless, are we?"
Miss Amidala is now facing a realization within her. She knows she wanted this, she knows you want her, and she now knows, directly, how you can make her feel. The Force informs you of many conflicts speeding through her mind, but one sensations overflows above all others: lust.
And dare you think… love?
At last, she breathes out a long breath. Sitting on her knees, she leans forward.
| Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga |
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| Character: |
| Anakin Skywalker |
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| Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones |
