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This weapon is your life!	By : PyramidHead316 Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 8093 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: George Lucas used to own Star Wars. It is now owned by Disney. I make no money off of this fan fic.

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AN: The basis for this story was literally the prompt "lightsaber + ass", from a prompt on a LiveJournal page dedicated to accumulating erotic Star Wars fics, from many other LiveJournal pages. It is mainly a dialogue fic at the beginning, with a bit of action thrown in at the end. It is not part of a stronger series beside a vague connection to another one of my fics, and does not contribute to the fandom in any meaningful way. It's just meant to be a bit of fun. :) So don't take it too seriously. ;)
This takes place in the "Twilight of Shadows" universe I have going on over at fanfiction.net, where Padme dumped Anakin for a while after his brush with the dark side. That's irrelevant, though.
For story purposes, let's just say Serra's lightsaber is slimmer than Anakin's. Otherwise, that would be...painful. Very painful.
This weapon is your life!
“You got it?”
“Yeah. It's kinda big from this angle.”
“We shouldn't be doing this.”
“Oh come on. This was your idea,” Anakin smiled.
Serra looked back at him. “Yeah, well, I wasn't on my hands and knees at the time.”
“I don't know. I kind of enjoy the view,” Anakin smiled.
Serra scoffed. “Yeah, I bet you would.”
“Did you turn off the power setting off all the way?” she asked after a while.
“Of course. I took out the power cell,” Anakin said.
“Isn't that a lot of work?”Serra asked.
“I have my ways,” Anakin smiled.
Anakin placed his hand on Serra's bare hip. He had to admit, it was a lovely sight from this angle.
With the utmost caution, he pushed the well lubricated lightsaber into Serra's tight entrance. Serra uttered a grunt as she felt the object entering the tightest spot on her body. Her bare legs and hips stiffened on the bed, and she grabbed at the sheets reflexively.
“Are you okay?” Anakin asked.
“Yeah,” Serra ground out. The saber slowly entered her, moving in past her tight walls, until the top part was fully sheathed in her body. God, it felt bigger than she anticipated. She gripped the sheets tightly as she adjusted to the intrusion, breathing harder than usual.
“This isn't gonna work,” Serra said, almost whimpering from the strain. “Take it out,” she asked.
Anakin carefully pulled out the saber. Serra whimpered as the object slid out of her, little by little. She gasped as it roughly pulled out of her body.
The Jedi moaned quietly. “That was a bad idea,” Serra breathed, still holding onto the sheets.
“Yeah,” Anakin said, looking at the panting form of his creative girlfriend. He hadn't thought this would work from the beginning, but Serra wanted to try it, and so he agreed. Besides, when did he ever get to do this? He was concerned he might have hurt her, but she looked okay, thankfully.
“I guess we'll have to try it the regular way then,” Serra said. It was obvious her mind was still on one thing.
Anakin beamed. Now this they could do. Anakin flipped the saber to the other side in his hand, holding the end part with his gloved fist. He guided the handle into the opening below the previous one.
“You sure you want to do this?” Anakin asked, just for assurance's sake.
“Positive,” Serra replied.
Anakin wasn't going to argue. He pushed the lightsaber into her opening until it was fully inside. Serra groaned as her body stretched to accommodate the object. Anakin began to slide the saber in and out of her opening, gazing like a kid in a toy store at what he was doing. Serra sighed in pleasure as her walls clenched around the lightsaber in response. Soon Anakin began to move the lightsaber at a quicker pace, steadily penetrating her with the device. Serra smiled at the eager ministrations of her lover. He would push the lightsaber into her until the hilt was buried inside her and then back out again, doing it steadily and unrelentingly, using her sounds of pleasure as encouragement. Unable to resist, to resist, Serra reached down with her left hand to rub below her waist. Her walls clamped around the metallic object as it glided in and out of her. Anakin continued stimulating her until Serra uttered a cry of pleasure. Her muscles in response to the outpour, a sight which Anakin enjoyed from his vantage point immensely, until finally it was over.
Serra reclined on her side on the bed, leaving Anakin with the object that had brought her so much pleasure. Anakin stared at it, noting a slick cover of secretions coating the device. In full view of Serra, he licked the handle of the lightsaber gradually, causing her to laugh in amusement at his boldness. They grinned at each other, sharing a shaak-that-ate-the-mynock look.
“Do you think they sensed what we were doing?” Serra asked, referring to the Council members.
“I hope not,” Anakin said. He could almost imagine the lecture his old master would give him if he discovered what they were doing. “This weapon is your life, Anakin,” Obi-Wan would say. “How can you use it for such a perverse function?!” And yet, he could imagine Serra doing this in her tent on some distance world, away from her Master, while the old man was clueless about what his prized pupil was doing with her very revered equipment.
He could imagine how Padme would have reacted if he had brought up the idea to do this while they were together.
“You want to stick it where?”
Together they got Serra dressed. Unfortunately they had a Council meeting to go to. Anakin wondered what they would say if the Council asked them what they were doing. Would they be able to stand there smiling quietly to themselves, while the Council asked them questions about their spare time, without giving away a hint that there was something unusual going on? It would be difficult, but they would have to, lest Obi-Wan infer something suspicious.
Well, they could always say they were working on their lightsabers.
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