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Wife's Duty	By : Kooriv Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 26446 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Her hands were still trembling as Padmé entered her darkened apartment. The sheer joy of finding Anakin alive and well after the horrifying battle above the planet had been matched by her fear--her terror--at what he would say to her news. Anakin had always been headstrong, and Padmé knew the war had made him even more reckless. And she loved him for it.

This pregnancy, however, meant change, and she knew, too, that Anakin did not always handle change well. He had said hearing his wife's news had been the happiest moment of his life, and Padmé believed it. He had endured much, and she didn't doubt he would have to endure more as the search for General Grievous intensified. But afterwards, perhaps it would mean Anakin could finally find the peaceful life he so deserved. It would, at the very least, entail his departure from the Jedi Order, and her, the Senate. They would return to Naboo and bring up their child in the Lake Country; watch her play in the fields, lay out on the cool sand....

Padmé felt a warm feeling rising through her body. No matter how anxious her pregnancy had made her, the thought of the three of them living in solitude on Naboo was enough to override her fears. She smiled inwardly, and crossed to the kitchen to prepare tea. Anakin would be here soon.

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Padmé was sitting peaceably out on the veranda when she heard the door chime. She scrambled to her feet and scurried into the main chamber as fast as her body would currently allow her. Anakin was already striding towards her as she dashed out of the adjoining door, an intense look on his face. The Council's debriefing had probably been long and tedious, and Padmé knew exactly how her husband would like to unwind.

"Anakin," she began, but the young Jedi was not about to waste time with conversation... and as he had learned throughout the war, actions always spoke louder than words. He grabbed his wife's bare shoulders and pressed his lips to hers, drawing her into a long, hard kiss. She responded in kind, mashing her lips against his, working her tongue between them. She had missed his fire.

Anakin pressed against her, and Padmé felt the bedroom door at her back. She groped for the handle, and swung the door open, ushering the entwined lovers into her private chamber. Bathed in twilight, the bed stood in the centre of the room, and it was here that Anakin propelled his wife. He scooped her up in his arms and lowered her gently onto the sheets, though he did not immediately follow.

Instead, he began to undress, shrugging off his heavy robe, though keeping it to hand, and almost ripping off his tunic in his haste. He bared his chest, and Padmé fixated upon his hard pectorals and firm abdomen. His body had been shaped by the war, and he was stronger and more powerfully built than Padmé had ever seen him. The sight of his rippling muscles set Padmé stroking her fingers over the thin, moistened panties between her crossed legs. She was glad there would be no conversation tonight.

Anakin noticed her lewd ministrations, and, after kicking off his boots and returning his robe around his shoulders, he clambered onto the bed. Padmé tilted her head to receive Anakin's lips once more as he descended upon her, his tongue swirling and pressing urgently against Padmé's. His hands came up, the mechno-arm replacing his right forearm glinting in the dim light, circuits exposed, and slid down the beaded straps of Padmé's dress, the haste clear in his blue eyes. He cupped her full breasts, her nipples straining against the soft silk of her robe, squeezing and kneading her flesh. One hand brushed the japor snippet Padmé wore near-constantly around her neck, and the mere memory of Anakin's token of affection sent a wave of love coursing through Padmé's body. Her slim fingers fumbled Anakin's belt, intent on bringing pleasure to her heroic husband.

Anakin gazed down at Padmé in impatient silence as she freed his hard cock from its confines, and grasped its impressive girth with both hands. She sucked him into her mouth with practiced ease, slurping over his meat and swirling her tongue across his spongy head. Anakin bunched his mechanical fingers in his wife's auburn hair, holding her against his manhood as he gently bucked into her hot mouth. Padmé reached out to tug his pants down further, and slipped her fingers around to grope at his firm butt-cheeks under his robe. Her free hand returned to her sodden panties, hooking a finger under the waistband and sliding them away from her aching pussy. Her present state, and Anakin's prodigious length, meant the sex that had up until now been a regular segment of their married life, was out of the question, and Padmé decided to compensate in any way she could.

She plunged her fingers into her snatch, jamming them hard and fast inside her sloppy hole, gasping and moaning around Anakin's jerking cock, his crown pressing into her rosy cheek with every thrust. His gasp of pleasure spurred Padmé on further; Anakin never failed to vocalise his appreciation of his wife's talents, and every throaty grunt made Padmé quiver with excitement. She pursed her lips around his meat, holding him fast as her tongue flicked out to jab and swirl over his crown. The tip of her tongue dipped into his urethra, and Anakin moaned aloud, his cock spasming in Padmé's wet cavern.

Anakin pulled himself out of Padmé's oral grip, his cock dripping with her saliva, and he launched himself at his wife, sitting primly on the bed with one hand stuck in her snatch. She squealed as Anakin bodily rolled her onto her stomach, raising her ass up into the air, level with his waiting member. Padmé grinned into the sheets and tucked her knees under her. Anakin didn't have to state his intentions; the thick cock rubbing over her pert backside was broadcasting his desire loud and clear. Padmé simply braced herself for the coming assault. Anakin crouched low over Padmé, his cock sliding between her legs and over the flat of her abdomen, causing Padmé to cry out as his meat brushed her engorged clit.

He pulled back, knees bent, and a wad of spit whapped between Padmé's buttocks, trickling over her puckered asshole. She gyrated her hips in anticipation as Anakin slid his hand over her bung, slicking her ass with his spittle, teasing one finger into her tight hole. She moaned into the sheets as Anakin worked his finger deeper, gradually opening her asshole to his invasive digit. The finger was joined by a second, up to the knuckle, and Padmé arched her back, angling her ass higher for Anakin's pleasure.

The young Jedi did not waste the opportunity; bent over his beautiful wife, he pressed his cockhead against her bunghole, rubbing his meat along her slick crack, and gently eased himself inside the sultry Senator. She squealed and thrashed her head from side to side, feeling her husband filling her rear entrance with delicious completeness, stretching her to the limit, expanding within her.

Anakin gasped in pleasure, feeling Padmé's hot asshole gripping him tightly, and pulled himself almost out of her tunnel, so that only his engorged head remained lodged inside her. He circled his hips, exploring every angle, then squeezed himself back inside, burying himself deep inside Padmé's ass. This was not a new experience for either of them; far from it, but it was the first time it had been a necessary part of their love-making. They were both perfectly content with the situation that had been forced on them, and Anakin began thrusting earnestly into Padmé's vice-tight ass while she bucked her wide hips against him.

The feeling was as intense as Anakin had ever felt; the sheer eroticism of fucking his pregnant wife in the ass was electrifying Anakin's body, and his cock swelled hard and hot inside Padmé's passage. He grabbed her frizzing hair with his mechno-hand, tugging her head back as he rode her, pumping his shaft into her tightness, the friction overwhelming. Padmé bared her throat, gritting her teeth against the sensation, her breasts jiggling above the bed as Anakin reamed her.

He crouched lower, angling his thrusts deeper inside Padmé's stretched asshole, pounding his hips against her rippling butt-cheeks, the slap-slap of flesh against flesh resounding wetly around the bedchamber. Lost in the heat of the moment, Anakin planted one bare foot on the side of Padmé's head, pushing her into the pillow with his heel. The slutty Senator took her husband's roughness with a throaty moan, falling forwards into the sheets and letting him dominate her completely. He complied with two hands on her ass, holding her steady as he rammed her, pushing himself to the hilt.

Padmé felt her legs weaken, and her pussy quivering with the approach of her orgasm, coming fast thanks to Anakin's relentless reaming. She screamed into the pillow, head weighed down by Anakin's foot, her body on fire. Anakin clearly knew his wife was close, and reached around with his flesh-and-blood hand to find her clit. He attacked the engorged nub with as much energy as he was fucking his wife's ass, thumbing Padmé's sweet spot with vigour, and setting her loins spasming.

When Anakin rammed his middle finger into her snatch, Padmé could no longer contain the orgasm welling inside her. She cried his name as her pussy gushed, and her sphincter contracted tight around his pumping cock. Anakin groaned throatily, and pulled himself out of his wife's glorious ass, rolling her onto her back while she was still riding out her ecstasy, and straddled her glowing body.

He gripped his pulsing cock in his mechno-hand, the cool metal and precise pressure heightening the sensation, and jerked himself towards climax inches from Padmé's upturned face. She gazed up at him, pinned under his toned, sweat-stained body, and waited for his seed. His balls were dangling over her chest, and Padmé bucked her sated body, rubbing her bounteous breasts over her husband's tender sack. She reached up and grazed her nails down his firm pectorals, Anakin's face strained in the throes of his orgasm. He came, spurting white-hot spunk over Padmé's radiant face. The next shot streaked lower, leaving a slick, ropey trail from her chin down to her collarbone. She let her head fall back as her husband's come splattered over the curves of her perky tits.

His seed spent, Anakin threw his head back, eyes closed, and rested easily against Padmé's open legs. She could feel his juice soaking into her matted hair, and the sheets beneath her were damp and sex-stained. But Padmé didn't care, not with Anakin glowing above her.

Finally, he opened his eyes, and bent to kiss her full on the lips, a warm goodnight that Padmé readily responded to. When Anakin rolled over sleepily, Padmé didn't mind, and rolled onto her side of the bed, still slick with her husband's cream. There would be time for talk in the days to come. For now, Padmé was content to lay in comfortable silence, and devote her love to the nights of passion that awaited.

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