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Padmé clenches around Anakin's fingers tightly; the Padawan is 3 fingers knuckle-deep into her. Thrusting and then curling, and Padmé is gasping in response as each deep movement drills into her spot. Her Anakin kneeling over her, the electrum and durasteel arm grasping the sheets. Gold curls fill her remaining peripheral vision as Anakin goes for kisses between thrusts of her wrist.
Padmé brings one arm up to Anakin's neck to pull her in for a deep kiss, while her other hand lets go of her tight hold on the sheets and moves down Anakin's chest to her nipple, gently thumbing it.
Anakin breaks free of Padmé's hold with a hiss and a jerk of her hand upward, causing her curved fingers to press upwards into Padmé's spot harshly. She whites out for a moment while also stretching her entrance, twining the heat and slight pain with the cool air and gaping emptiness.
Padmé thinks back to how only a few days ago her Jedi was hesitant to go in for a kiss.
Now her wife is making her mind go hazy as she finger-fucks her hard enough to bounce the mattress.
Padmé pulls back to existence, remembering an idea. Then, before Anakin can once more strip her of it with pleasure. She pushes back with a whine at Anakin's chest.
“Ah, Ani, I had an idea re-, hum”
She hisses, eyes rolling back at a particularly hard thrust. She's left panting afterwards, and her terrible wife above her just smirks at cutting her off.
However, as she goes to voice her dissatisfaction, Anakin presses in with a particularly deep thrust and continues just as hard as before. Seemly enjoyed making the great orator too cunt-drunk to speak.
When she can pull herself together, there's drool on the pillow next to her, and Anakin's knuckles are being pressed past her entrance. More noises of both ache and want are let out, and her heel is pressed into Anakin's backside, grasping at anything to stabilise herself.
Before the next thrust, she can barely gasp out.
“Ani, fuck, you need to, le-ah, let me speak. I haaaaa, I have an idea, something you'll like.”
Anakin only leans down, kisses her with lidded eyes, black holes with only the smallest ring of blue around the edges, and asks with a deep voice.
“You sure?” Then, with a smirk hit her with another thrust.
Padmé whines, thinking hard for a moment. She wants Anakin's fingers so much; she's both stretched and it's not enough, every movement is nearly frictionless with the amount of slick she's producing.
But... the other option... She wants this too.
After a few more curls that only make her come close to cumming, she realises her window of time to choose is closing. Finally coming to a conclusion, bringing her head down hard on a pillow, she pouts out, “Yes.”
Anakin only looks towards Padmé with raised eyebrows
Then, all of Anakin's fingers are pulled out of Padmé, leaving her clenching around empty air miserably.
Smug as anything, Anakin sits back on her heels and stares intensely into her eyes.
“Okay, angel,” she states in half question, half challenge. “What was the idea that’s soooo much better than my fingers?”
Padmé needs more time, so she shushes Anakin with a quick kiss.
She pulls back, pulling as much energy as she can into speaking in an even, slightly dignified tone
“Go get my toy box, Anakin.”
Anakin’s eyes brighten a bit with excitement
And with a nod and a kiss, she is up and out of the nest.
As she walks over to Padmé's wardrobe, Anakin sucks her fingers clean one by one. The sweet and slightly sour taste of her wife's slick coating her taste buds. It's proof of both this and her wife's blooming milaflower scent, and it sends heat shooting deep down between her legs, making her clit throb in tandem with her heartbeat.
In the bottom of Padmé's wardrobe, under where a few older-style gowns sit, is a black, unassuming plastasteel box with a round biometrically locked push sensor on top.
She bends over in a way that gives Padmé a good view of her behind and a hint of her wet pussy before picking up the surprisingly heavy box and hauling it over for her princess.
Dropping it on the bed, Padmé enjoys ogling for a moment longer before she looks through it with the utmost focus and zeal. It’s almost mystical watching her lithe fingers pull out the components of her idea. Every new thing she's brought out has been a new surprise and delight to Anakin in the past. Her idea needs some sort of harness, a flat thing with a couple of bulges and a hole, and– zeal.
Padmé notices Anakin's eyesight locking on the silaplast dildo in her hands.
She looks up through her lashes, the heavy floral scent surrounding her making Anakin's head go fuzzy.
“Do you know what this is, Ani?”
Anakin looks up wide-eyed.
She hesitates slightly. “Yeah, yes.”
Padmé's eyes narrow slightly, and now it's her turn to be smug.
“Well, why don't you describe to me what you're going to do with it?”
“Um, you put the thing on, and then I ... uh,” and she makes a motion with her hand imitating thrusting.
Padmé continues in a teasing and smug tone
“I am Glad you seem to understand basic mechanics.”
Anakin pouts at that a little.
“I'll have you know I'm amazing at mechanics. I built my own pod—”
Padmé goes in for a kiss to quiet her retort. Anakin distractedly furthers it with a nip to Padmé's lip, pushing her tongue in at Padmé's kiss. Padmé's mouth is like nothing else to Anakin; the warmth, not just in the body but in the Force, is unlike any other feeling.
Padmé pulls back and smiles, leaving Anakin panting slightly.
“Well, if you’re so good at mechanics, why not prove it?”
And with that, a heavy weight drops in her lap. Anakin grabs the harness, looks towards the base and dildo, and starts putting the setup together, attempting to click together and twist each part into each other.
She thinks she nearly has it when images and burning lust slides past
She sees lips bitten, red, soft and flowery, and a slight taste of blood from chapped lips bitten open as habit.
Muscled shoulders engaged, rippling with movement that pulls away to soft breasts, broken with the feel of perky nipples, hard as ice in arousal.
Then she sees her abs and her thighs, soft yet firm, and safety and warmth from being held by them, surrounded in warm muscle.
The deep ache after being fucked hard, wetness and heartbeat throbs between legs.
Then the hazy lust is interrupted with confusion and slight concern.
Padmé now looks at her with concern.
“Anakin, if you don't want to strap me, you know we can just go back to what we were doing?”
“Wait, no, you were just projecting into the Force, and it was… distracting.”
Padmé reddens at this “ I didn't know you could do that.”
“It’s I’m not good at, uh, shielding, and it was like you were yelling? Not in a bad way, just loud.”
Anakin looks down at her hands again “Um, the thing... how do I, um...”
Padmé breaks out of her embarrassed quiet and giggles. Before getting up to help her with the harness.
Their lips lock as the straps of the harness settle nice and low, framing her hips with synthleather, which is broken by the soft silicaplast dildo jutting out, the light blue matching Anakin's eyes. The cushioned base is wide with bumps facing inwards. It rests on her clit; each slight adjustment of the straps sends molten heat further into her core, her moist entrance making each movement softer and smoother.
Padmé's hands move from the straps to grab Anakin's arse; their kiss intensifies, their mouths wide and open, almost devouring each other. Padmé sucks on Anakin's bottom lip, making her moan before Anakin can take back control and pushes into her mouth.
Padmé is slowly pushed back onto the plush bed that makes up their nest. Anakin crowds over her, using her height and further reach to enclose Padmé in. Padmé falls back, brown eyes locking in with hers as the senator's tongue peeks out between her plush lips and licks the phallus.
Anakin doesn't quite get the point of the action still, as Padmé envelops the thing with her mouth.
She goes to ask what she is doing, but begins to understand quickly when Padmé then pulls back and starts spreading her saliva with her hand. The rhythmic movement builds her up slowly, each push pressing the dildo against her clit with delicious friction, the base pressing down just before her own opening. The dip of the false lips makes each movement to the side move the nerves deep inside her. The slick back and forth
Her legs twitch with misfiring signals. Then the scent of slick becomes stronger, and Anakin brings her eyes down from where they had begun to roll.
She begs out, “Padmé…please.”
She doesn’t know what she’s begging for – more, faster, slower, or something else. Padmé smiles, then she sees flashes of herself, hands grasping the air around her, the feeling of the dildo of how big it feels, and the exertion of wetness and the scent of her own slick from Padmé's point of view.
Padmé continues her rolls, now faster, each push and pull rolling over the nerves till Anakin's own breath hitches and thighs shake.
As she orgasms, she brings her right leg up on the bed and grabs Padmé's arm to stop her movements. She feels, rather than visually sees, the fall forward as Padmé tips back. Anakin comes back to Padmé, smiling up at her with a smile on her face.
“You’re beautiful when you cum.”
“Shit Padmé, you were projecting again,” gets out between aftershocks
Anakin collapses, her arms pressing either side of Padmé's forehead next to hers.
Her wife whispers, “I know, I was trying to.”
Anakin looks at her and can only wonder how she is married to someone so wonderful and intelligent.
Anakin's brow furrows for a moment “You did that purposely? , you know that is an actual skill we have to learn at the temple, not just—”
Padmé kisses her.
Breaking apart, she just looks at Anakin and says
“fuck me, Ani.”
Anakin's brain resets, blinks, blushes and states
“Yes, my lady.”
She brings Padmé's legs back then around her waist, lining up the dildo to Padmé's entrance. Then thrusts in, the damp phallus sliding in without resistance.
“Want you to” Padmé pants hard as Anakin starts building up an unsteady rhythm
“Feel how good, hnm, you make me feel.”
And there is fullness and safety and completeness and pleasure, oh so much, when one particularly hard thrust bottoms her out, and the feeling is gone, which she does not notice, as bottoming out also presses hard the base against her engorged clit.
It's so much, but not enough, and...
Then the rocking starts up again, pressing up into that spot that makes Padmé's eyes flutter, and she lets out a whine, while at the same time Anakin's pleasure starts to build once more. Breathless and panting, they keep going, mouths meeting, teeth clacking and breaking apart when a slight angle change sends sparks down less abused nerves.
Padmé's legs hook into Anakin's backside, pulling her closer, nails digging into Anakin's back, leaving red marks as she moans, eyes rolling at the same time as the pleasure rolls over her. Warmth fills her, and the clenching of her cunt's muscles makes the movement of the dildo stiffer, grinding the base against Anakin's clit just to that edge of too hard, and she howls and rolls her hips and clit into it as Padmé's orgasm rolls and the simulation sends her mindless.
Anakin slows down after her own orgasm, moving to gentle rocking till Padmé's eyes focus once more.
Anakin gives Padmé a smile.
“You're pretty when you come,” she says before going in for a kiss.
Padmé gets ready to say something, and Anakin makes a sudden thrust
“You'll look even more beautiful squirting on it.”
Padmé blushes, “What makes you think you could pull that off?”
Anakin pulls back to the edge of the bed, adjusting her stance, pressing Padmé's thighs closer to her torso, calves over her shoulders.
“Determination to treat you to an endless well of pleasure as deep and fulfilled as my love is for you” she says before wiping Padmé's sappy reaction with two hard thrusts. She sets a punishing pace, punishing Padmé's G-spot. Padmé's hands gripped her forearms as she was held in place only by those same arms; otherwise, with each slam, she would be climbing up the bed.
To Anakin, it's like moving meditation. The mind disappears as her movements repeat, and all she can feel is the force and Padmé's bliss in it. And she pushes in as she intertwines with the warmth of Padmé's signature, weak but loud. Her calves try to press in before meeting the resistance of Anakin's head.
She's orgasming once more, but Anakin's attack continues, as do Padmé's orgasms, relentless as the Jedi's fighting style, again and again with no let-up. And it keeps going minute by minute, her stamina force enhanced.
But she refuses to work. Padmé needs something more; she tries to hold her balance on one arm with the intense movements, pulling on the force to feel the micromovements needed to maintain the position and bringing her hand down to Padmé's clit, rolling it with two fingers.
It's enough.
Padmé cums hard.
Wet, watery slick shoots out of her cunt, toes curl, pupils disappear behind eyelids, and nails leave red marks down Anakin's back and arm till soft hands drop to the bed in exhaustion.
Anakin collapses, head resting on chest, her breasts providing the perfect soft pillow as they pant together, exhausted, sweat-covered and pleased.
After a minute or three, start to scrape through her curls, which are just starting to grow out.
She looks up, slightly interrupting the pleasant petting, chin in the valley of her breasts.
“Angel, was that good?” the blonde asks,
“If I didn't know you any better, I would say you were lying about not doing this before.” Padmé's voice, ravaged by her cries, says
“Is that a yes then?”
Padmé looks back down on purpose? idiot wife, thinks for a moment and drops a kiss to her forehead,
“Yes, Alpha.”
Anakin's hips buck and Padmé pulls back, smug
“My, my, is my knight still not tired?”
Anakin looks up, lets out a whine, and then rests her head back on Padmé.
“You can say no,” Padmé adds.
“Mmmm,” Anakin hums. “Want more though,” she says with a pout.
“Padmé looks down and smiles. I like the idea of that plan.” Then her nose furrows. “But
In a new position. My hips are killing me.”
Anakin's forehead furrows slightly for a moment before
“Give me a moment. I– I have an idea but I… ell, to…”
Anakin pulls out and turns towards the bedhead and starts grabbing many of the plentiful pillows and piles them up, kneading them into shape; the bedding taking on her scent.
Once ready, she looks up and chirps, and Padmé goes to lie back in it till Anakin comes in for a kiss, licking the inside of her wife’s mouth, then grabs her wife’s waist and flips her and pushes her down on the pillow.
“Presenting position, Ani?
Anakin give her a look
“You are taking this alpha thing seriously.”
Padmé says, amused, and wiggles her hips.
The pillows raise her hips, leaving her front half on a slight tilt
Anakin looks to the side, somehow even redder than before, and mumbles out,
“You're tired, and I wanted to keep you comfortable.”
“I’ll most definitely say I’m comfortable.” Padmé wiggles on the pillows once more.
Anakin takes in the image she makes appreciatively, curls a mess in front of her, and her breasts squish into the bed. Rounded, only enhancing their size,
smooth back in a perfect curve, exposed round, perky arse, wet pink cunt framed by two perfect thighs
The sight set something animalistic off in her; Anakin wanted to bite the flesh in front and lay claim. She crawls over to Padmé
Who pouts out “finally”, spreading her legs and curving her back ever so slightly more. Prepared for the full feeling once more. “What-”
Anakin pants with her mouth open to take in the scent and then shoves her face between Padmé's legs, unable to help herself, before giving her cunt a few licks and a suck, startling a moan out of Padmé. Before Padmé can recover from the shock, she's leaving wet kisses up her spine and then pushing in all at once. It slides smoothly to the base with a wet squelch, punching a long moan from Padmé. Anakin hisses and brings back her hips.
Padmé’s scent gland is right where her mouth reaches in this position, and Anakin licks and sucks on it while rutting into Padmé almost languidly, making Padmé loose and pliant with every thrust of Anakin's hips, punching out hiccuping gasps.
On all fours, she wraps an arm around Padmé's middle, pulling her tighter as she continues rocking.
“I love you, angel, more than anything; you know that
Then Anakin starts to speed up while being just as hard. Each movement deep and heady, it's not long till her muscles pulse and pleasure hits her mind-numbingly intensely.
She barely catches her breath as Anakin finishes, not long after, grinding into her as Padmé clenches around the dildo. Then, collapsing with the shocks pressing Padmé into the mattress, she doesn't want to move, safe under her wife, but can't breathe, so she pushes against Anakin. Her wife takes a second to catch on, but when she does, she wraps her arms under Padmé and rolls them onto her back, the wet slop sound of the dildo falling out the only sound aside from their panting for what feels like half a rotation.
“How was that?” Anakin asks, catching her breath quicker.
Padmé just keeps panting, mind gone, legs twitching intermittently with aftershocks.
“Give- give me. fuck.” She pants out.
Anakin smirks and states,
“I’m going to take that as it was good.”
Padmé gives Anakin an amused glare
“Yes, Ani, it was, and thinks for half a second before turning back mischievously. “It could have been better if someone could keep a rhythm.”
“Hey, it was my first time with that thing,” Anakin says, half offended, before nuzzling into Padmé's curls and giving the top of her head a kiss.
For a moment, they bask in each other's warmth.
“I like the thing…”
“Hmm?” Padmé continues looking up, now confused.
“I liked the”
“The strap-on?”
“Yeah, strap on.”
“Mm, you liked being called Alpha too.”
The silence that follows is unexpected.
“Ani?”
“Padmé, I ahh.” Anakin states before snapping shut. Padmé can feel the free warmth of her flushing. Anakin buries her face in Padmé's curls, refusing to look at her. Adorable to Padmé.
“Ani, don't get shy on me.” Padmé half-jokingly whines. It's not too difficult to work out, love; your love scenting me and topping me a lot helped.”
Anakin, ever curious. “Topping?”
Padmé looks up in surprise. “Penetrating me?”
“Well, yes, but I like licking you too.”
“Not the point”
“Well, what is it?”
Padmé's amused side eyes Anakin. Before the true question hit her
“Have you ever thought about it?”
“About what?”
“Realignment”
A long moment holds before a confused Anakin asks, “Like, of speeder repulsers?”
“No, Anakin.” Padmé shakes her head at that response. Anakin's one-track mind is something. “They really don't teach you anything at that temple of yours, do they?”Padmé says,
“Well, relations of this nature are not particularly encouraged,” the Jedi quips.
Padmé purses her lips at that, not quite believing that, based on the rumours she's heard.
Ankain picks up on her disbelief in the Force and bites her lip before sheepishly whispering out.
“Plus, I may have skipped a few of them.”
“Anakin,” Padmé scolds.
“What, the level 268 pod race season was happening at the time.”
Anakin holds hands in surrender, looking down at the disappointed senator.
Mumbling, she adds, “Plus, I didn't think I had a chance with you, so what was the point?”
Padmé raises her eyebrows
Anakin returns her look, staring right into her eyes.
“What, don’t you believe me?” she challenges Padmé
"No, it's not that; it's just...unusual. Surely you had crushes on other girls," Padmé explains.
“I say it's the will of the Force; the moment I saw you, I knew you were the only person I could and would ever love.” Anakin states it like it's a clear fact before kissing her.
“Well, let me teach you, as you have never learnt.” Padmé states before returning to her thought process, “Back a long time ago, when humans were first space travelling and colonising, groups could get very small and limited.”
“Yeah, and that’s why we have secondary gender. It was there for that class,” the Jedi interrupts.
Padmé gave her a look. “Well, with that, the secondary reproductive system is. Well, it’s more responsive to environmental and behavioural inducers.”
“Okay? Why is thi- OH, are you talking about bitching?!”
Padmé sits up and turns to Anakin in shock.
“What! Anakin, that is not what you should call that; that is –”
Anakin cuts her off
“What, it’s where an alpha is fucked into being an omega, right?” She looks towards Padmé, very confused at her reaction.
Padmé looks to the roof, like it will give her answers, and tries to think of how to phrase this in a way her wife will understand: “That is not the term you use, Anakin. But well, the principal.” before she is once more interrupted
“Sooo I’m right though. What's that got to do with us? We’re omegas. Do you think I was an alpha because Angel—”
“No, no, not that Anakin.” Padmé states with some exasperation at her wife's ability to take the information and run with the wrong answer. “Give me a moment.”
“It’s called secondary gender realignment. It’s how you induce a different secondary gender and a regression of your current one through intercourse.
“Yeah, alpha to omega got it again. What has it got to do with us?” Anakin says, 'as she is now thoroughly confused about the topic.'
Padmé sighs, begging the makers for some patience
“Anakin, it's not one way. Omegas can become alphas much the same way“
“Oh…. Oh! Oh?” Anakin's face runs through gymnastics as she comes to understand.
“And that’s what that is marketed for,” Padmé states, pointing to the strap-on.
“What?” Anakin squeaks out, blushing.
“Well, it can be as continual clitoral stimulation combined with the pheromones released by a satisfied omega can lead to clitoral growth and production of impirone-Aurek.”
Anakin cuts her off
“Padmé, are you saying I want to be an alpha?
Padmé looks sheepish. “Well, it’s just you don't seem to be happy as an omega. And if we go off your behaviour in bed, “
“I’m fine, Padmé. I can…”
Anakin looks away
“No, Anakin, please don't shut me out.” She pressed closer. “Just talk to me.” Padmé turns and wraps her arms around Anakin in close, pasting herself to her wife's back.
Anakin stays staring at the wall for a few minutes
just breathing, hitching at random moments before starting. “It doesn't feel right, you know. I. Don’t. It doesn’t feel right. I just feel empty after. I've tried being an omega, and it just isn't. I wouldn't say I don't want it, but I... I... I don't know,” voice rising and ending in yelling.
Padmé pressed in closer and reached up to Anakin's face, turning her tear-stained face towards herself.
“It's okay, Ani. You don't need to make any decisions right now; it's okay. Just why don't you get out of it and get back in the nest where we can snuggle, okay?”
Like a puppy hound would, Anakin's wet eyes break Padmé's heart. She still tries not to look at her like this.
Quite as a meadow shrew the Jedi whispers
“That sounds…” Her jaw works on the next words before looking away again. “I think I might like that right now.”
Anakin gets up, and the harness is dropped with the topic. She wanders over for her small clothes, as she is ostensibly meant to be protecting Padmé from the assassination attempts, not marrying and having a honeymoon with said senator, and with that, she is still a little paranoid of a last attempt. Before getting back in and pulling Padmé into her chest, using the force to pull the blankets over them, letting her thoughts wander over Padmé's …
“Ani”
Anakin pulls Padmé a little tighter
“I love you; I promise you that. There is nothing you could do or be that could stop me from loving you.”
Anakin only kisses Padmé and hopes it is true.