AOTC:Offer Anakin a dessert
From The Star Wars Erotica Saga
Steerage hold of the Jendirian Valley
"Maybe we should get a dessert." Standing, you take Anakin's hand and lead him to the secluded bunks at the far end of the hold. "Lie down, close your eyes. I'll get something special for you."
Anakin does as he's told, leaning back and crossing his arms behind his head. You guess he must have some idea of your intentions, but he isn't showing it. Quickly, you slip your panties off under your dress and pocket them. With his eyes still closed, you climb up onto Anakin's bunk and straddle the young Jedi's face, hiking your skirt up. "Here's your dessert."
He opens his eyes to find himself staring at your snatch, and the thin strip of hair leading to it. You wiggle your hips invitingly. "Is this how you remember me in your dreams?"
Anakin looks dumbfounded, but manages to reclaim some of his wherewithal. He brings his arms from behind his head to place his hands on your thighs. "Well," he says, "there was that one time..."
You laugh, and wiggle your hips again. Anakin takes the cue and strokes his hands around your thighs, moving his fingers over the sensitive inner flesh, then around your waiting opening. He traces the outline of your snatch with a finger, and runs his thumb down the length of your slit. You sigh in appreciation. "Well, are you going to eat?" you giggle.
He grins, and sticks out his tongue, drawing it slowly across your slit, making you shudder in delight. He wiggles his tongue inside your folds, then withdraws, as if sampling a delicacy. "You taste beautiful," he declares, and licks at your moistening snatch again. Lifting his head slightly, he parts your folds with his hands, letting his tongue dart inside. You moan out loud as he waggles his tongue in widening circles, exploring the inside of your labia, then thrusts inside your vagina.
Anakin feasts upon your pussy with gusto, his tongue probing and lapping as far as it can reach along your inner tightness. You writhe with pleasure above him, and when he laps at your exposed clit, you have to bite down on your bunched dress to stop from screaming aloud. Having discovered your button, Anakin attacks your clitoris with quick, sharp laps of his tongue, and takes the engorged nub lightly between his teeth as if it were a sweet to be sucked and savoured.
His skilled licking and sucking sends you into a frenzy, but the young Jedi purposefully slows down, going back to casual strokes of his tongue over your labia. You frown down at him. "Hey, you can't have your cake and eat it," he shrugs, then gives your clit a playful lick.
"You won't have any cake at all if you keep up the slow learner act," you warn with a wry smile, and Anakin takes the hint, plunging his tongue back into your steaming hole and swirling it around madly. His thumb comes up to rub and fondle your clit, and he soon has your head spinning and your hips bucking against his working mouth.
A chime sounds through the hold: "Attention. We will be arriving at our destination shortly. Please ensure you remove all baggage from the freighter."
You curse inwardly, but Anakin grabs your thighs, holding you in place and continuing to lap at your pussy with wild abandon. You feel an orgasm coming, and are profoundly grateful for Anakin's disregard for the rules. You stiffen up, your body shaking with release, and you gush onto the young man's face. Anakin laps at your juices as you recover, and regards you with a gleam in his eye. "Tasty," he remarks.
"There's more where that came from," you promise, but already the emigrants are packing up and shuffling towards the exits. "Pity we don't have time for anything else."
Anakin grins up at you, giving your pussy one last affectionate lick. "There's always time for dessert," he says, and you both stand, tidying yourselves up and looking forward to the chance for further feasting on Naboo.
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