Date: Fri, 09 May 2003 00:17:14 -0700
From: Andrew Martin <amnadrrteiwn@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Wedding Night

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     Looking into each other's eyes with the sort of
expression that makes words obsolete and, for the first time
in the ceremony, letting a hint of a smile cross their
faces, Anakin and Padme took each other's hands, leaned
towards each other and kissed the first kiss of their union.
The Nubian Holy Man that had presided over their joining
bowed and stepped back, turning to walk down the grand
stairway to where Paddy Accu, the retreat's caretaker, was
waiting in his wave-riding gondola speeder to take him back
to the monastery, a trip which would, at the best of times,
take a full day. But of this the newly weds took no notice;
they were so deeply and passionately engaged with each other
that a droid army could have landed on the grand patio
around them and they would never have noticed. But as it was
none did, in fact, the only two droids with in a thousand
kilometers were R2 and 3PO who were quietly standing under
the smaller of the two grand oak trees that sprawled over
the northern end of the patio. They had been the only two
witnesses of the event as Noobian tradition strictly forbade
the presence of on lookers at such joinings. It was only at
the special request of a Galactic Senator and a Jedi Padawan
that the Holy Man had been swayed and consented to the
droids presence. They looked on as the couple continued to
kiss, softly, yet with an inner fire that was barely
detectable though their gentleness.
    The kiss went on, as from the many planted pots that
lined the masonry railing surrounding the patio wafted the
fragrance of roses the like of which is found no where else
in the galaxy. Finally Anakin broke the kiss by pulling up,
out of reach of Padme's lips.
     Standing draped in the common brown cloak of a Jedi he
continued to look down at her with a depth and feeling in
his eyes that has not been seen in all the ages, he being
the first bearer of the force to break the Jedi Code and
allow him self to fall to the temptations of flesh. Not that
one could blame the young padawan; standing before him was
the most beautiful and graceful image of a woman ever to
rise from the quiet streets of Theed. Padme stood in front
of him at little more than 5 feet, draped in a gown of satin
and lace with patterns of pearls woven intricately into the
outer layer. Her rich brown hair was twisted into two
strands that flowed out from under her pearl and lace cap,
running down over the uncovered tops of her breasts and to
the slim and subtle curves of her waist. The gown flowed
down and trailed out behind her giving the appearance of
being nothing but an extension of the environment, which,
given the setting, would have been completely appropriate.
     Their gaze broke and they slowly turned westward, out
towards the setting sun. Holding the warm metal of her
lover's new right had with her left, Padme looked from
Anakin out to over the lake as the sun dipped below the peak
of the tallest mountain in the lake country. The few rays
that still escaped over the top lit the grand trees, the
full green vines and the pots of roses and cast long shadows
over the balcony that danced and swayed in the warm evening
breeze; a breeze which carried with it a pallet of the
richest and most exquisite smells to ever be had; a breeze
that along with the smells carried with it a warm humid
feeling, a feeling that although somewhat pleasant, fit
subtly and ominously with the dark bubbling clouds spilling
down through a valley across the lake from some far away
plane beyond and gathering steadily, all the while
stretching outwards over the lake. The couple stood, hand in
hand for what would have seemed to an on looker like an
eternity until the last ray of the bright Naboo sun had
faded into twilight.
     The silence was broken finally by the sound of foot
steps behind them. Turning from the fading light and the
growing storm, they watched as 8 of the senator's servants,
wrapped in pure white, simply cut, satin gowns, walked
towards them. Once before the couple the servants bowed
before beginning their sacred duty. A bow back from Anakin
and Padme and the servants began: one for each of the pair's
hands and 2 more each for in front and behind, the 8 girls
in satin lead the couple into Varykino, the spectacular home
that had been in the Naberrie family for years. They walked
though the great entrance hall, gliding smoothly over the
polished white and burgundy marble floor, until reaching a
"T" in their path. Anakin and Padme took a last look at each
other before being led their separate ways for preparation.



     Anakin was led down a short corridor to the same room
where he'd had his last terrible nightmares no more than a
week before. The large maple door was folded back and the
entrance was blocked only with light silk drapes that the
procession passed through as if they weren't even there.
    The room was dimly lit by the many candles that lined
the room in their golden holders and a fire burning low on
the hearth along the east wall. Looking around Anakin saw
few differences from the way the room was when he left it,
the only inconsistency he noticed was the white robe neatly
folded at the foot of the bed.
     Padme had told him little of Noobian first night
rituals before the joining ceremony but she did suggest that
he should follow the lead of the servants. Although so far
they had done nothing more than to lead him down the hall to
his room, Anakin was less than thrilled with the system. He
didn't need people to lead him around; there was nothing
they could do that he couldn't do himself if told. But since
he didn't know exactly what was happening and he knew how
much the tradition meant to Padme he swallowed his pride and
objections and allowed things to progress as they may.
Besides, although they were no Padmes, the servants were
more than attractive.
     They stopped at the foot of the bed and the girls that
had been holding his hands let go and stepped back to the
sides facing him. The two that had been in front and behind
him also took a step back and the one in front turned to
face him and they all bowed once more to him in unison.
Anakin remained where he was, keeping the unified posture
customary to a Jedi standing still, looking straight ahead
out the window at the now dark sky, acutely aware of what
was going on yet seemingly detached.
     Outside the clouds that had only moments before been
just a threat on the other side of the lake were rapidly
flowing over the sky, blotting out the millions of stars
that filled the Naboo sky.
     Nadi and Teckla, the servant girls in front of and
behind him, now began to remove his clothing. Nadi started
from behind him by taking the cloak from his shoulders and
laying it on the bed. Teckla, looking up into his eyes and
stepping closer to him then unbuttoned the front of his
black leather vest and burgundy Gui. Taking in a deep breath
and biting her lower lip she pushed them away to the sides
as Nadi reached over his shoulders pulling them back off of
his arms.
     Still getting used to his new right arm and feeling
slightly self conscious about the bare metal limb Anakin
would have just as soon kept it under the wraps of his
clothing but the matter couldn't be helped, he was not the
one in control of the situation. His mind's protest of
vanity was quickly crushed by the looks on the faces of the
girls as they undressed him.
     As the garments were removed exposing his smooth,
young, leanly muscled upper body, the other two servants who
had been standing at his sides, Sache and Yane, moved in
pressing themselves against his sides and began kissing his
neck and shoulders, and gently caressing his strong chest
with their supple hands. It had been clear from the
beginning that the girls were aroused even before they first
walked out onto the patio; their thin satin gowns did little
to hide their perk nipples as they pressed outwards and now
they were doing their best to bring Anakin up to the same
level. And they were succeeding. Although his exterior
remained calm and passive, inside he was beginning to warm
up to the situation. His nipples were beginning to harden
under the sweet attention of Sache and Yane and as Sache
slipped her hand down and began to caress his firm stomach
he could feel his penis beginning to take note of the
situation. Through all of this he remained looking forwards
out the window, drawing on every ounce of training to
control his mind and body through this experience.
     After carefully removing his lightsaber and gently
placing it atop his garments already on the bed Nadi and
Teckla then crouched down in front and behind him and
removed his boots and pants leaving the Jedi completely
naked in front of the girls. Nadi and Teckla then stood up
and stepped back, letting the other two do their work.
Sache's and Yane's hands began to wander lower and lower
down past his naval, gently brushing against the upper
boarder of the thin hair that defined his groin, but turning
immediately on contact. Their hands skirted the boarder and
worked up and down his thighs, but never coming any closer
to his penis.
     Despite this lack of direct contact he was responding
as well as any one could wish. His penis had begun to grow
and reached its full and erect 7 inches in but a short
moment. The smooth head had partially pushed its way out of
its sheath of flesh but had remained mostly hidden. The
girl's reaction to his size was poorly hidden if any attempt
was made at all. Although no one spoke a word they all
expressed their approval to one another with their facial
expressions, Nadi going so far as to place her hand over her
lower abdomen and gently squeezing as she fought the image
of it slipping into her.
     Deciding that the desired reaction had been evoked,
Sache and Yane slowly worked their way back up to his chest
and finished their task by each placing as much of a kiss as
was allowed on his neck. Stepping back they nodded to Nadi
and Teckla who took the signal to pick up the satin robe
from the bed and drape it over Anakin. Brought around and
buttoned at the front the robe was no more concealing than
the gowns the girls were wearing, his erection pushing at
the front, the purple of its head apparent under the thin
material. With the robe on, the girls once again took up
their original positions around him and began to lead him
across the floor to the doorway that lead out to the
courtyard between his and Padme's bedroom.



    Since their separation Padme's company had also been
busy preparing her for what was sure to be the most
memorable night of her short life. Turning away from Anakin,
Padme was led in the opposite direction down the beautiful
grand hallway of Varykino. After making two turns they
reached the magnificent maple panel doors leading to the
retreat's master bedroom. Rabe, the servant at the front of
their procession stepped forwards and, turning the great
polished gold handles, opened them inwards as they passed
though.
     Once inside Sabe, the busty, dark haired servant
bringing up the rear of the group turned to close the doors
behind them. Padme was led the short distance to the foot of
the bed where she was turned with her back to the bed so
that she faced the bedroom's fire place. The high fire, in
conjunction with the many candles scattered around the room
in elegant holders, was lighting the chamber with a warm,
dancing light that shimmered off the many golden fixtures.
The deep red of the velvet draping that hung from the
expansive bed's canopy seemed to almost glow in the light.
     None of these things, however, compared to how the
light reflected in Padme's eyes. The yellow and orange light
shimmered in her deep brown eyes with a depth that would
captivate and forever haunted an unwary on looker.
     As the other girls each took a step back from her Sabe
stepped into place behind her after closing the door. They
all bowed to Padme together before Rabe and Sabe began their
task of undressing the magnificent woman standing between
them. They started by gently lifting off her trailing cap
with its dainty ring of flowers. Sabe took it and gently
folded it neatly so that the ring of flowers sat gently atop
of it. She handed it fist to Eirtae on Padme's right, who in
turn handed it off to Rabe who slowly turned took two steps
forward and, leaning in, placed it gently atop the burning
fire. Not waiting to see the results of this action Rabe
turned and stepped back to her position in front of Padme to
continue the process.
     Watching the fire with the same apparent detachment
that Anakin was displaying Padme watched as the beautiful
lace ceremonial cap was slowly engulfed by the fire. Looking
into the flames took her back to when she had been on the
other side of the ceremony. It was 8 years ago when she had
been standing immediately in front of where she was now
helping to undress her older sister, Sola, when she was
first joined with her husband at Varykino. Padme regretted
not having her older, more experienced sister with her for
this experience; as young girls they had often talked about
being at each others ceremonies but as girls they had never
assumed that one of them would be secretly marrying a Jedi
with out the blessing of their parents, Ruwee and Jobal. She
could see he sister standing naked before her as clearly as
if she were actually in the room and the thought of her not
being here now almost brought a tear to her flickering eyes.
Suddenly she blinked and found that she was now, herself,
standing naked in front of the fire place, the last piece of
her beautiful gown being placed into the fire.
     As Rabe turned and walked back to her, Eirtae and Dorme
stepped in and went to work on her body. The feeling of the
fire's heat shimmering over her body was enough to awaken
excitement in Padme but when the girls on her flanks began
gently kissing the sides of her tender little breasts her
breathing started to quiver. Anakin was able to draw on his
years of training as a Jedi to control the excitement he had
experienced when the girls had begun their work on him but
Padme had no such benefit. As they let their hands wander
over her body, from her perk breasts, down over her flat
stomach, down and down over her hips, it was all she could
do to remain standing. The experience was even more in
creditable than her sister had described to her. She had
never been touched in such a way before and was amazed at
how she reacted to it. Dorme's hand casually wandered down
but, not finding the same barrier that had been found on
Anakin by another girl several rooms away, continued
downwards until, feeling a curve, it skirted back to the
left. For her to have gone any farther would have been a
disaster and the gravest of insults to Padme, Anakin and the
entire Naberrie family (had they even been aware of what was
happening). It was a strict point of Noobian tradition that
no person should in anyway touch the genitals of a wed or
unwed person until they had been experienced by that
person's mate. This, however, did not stop them from
observing them. All the girls seemed to be quite taken with
what they saw, just as was the case down the hall.
    All of the girls were beautiful, each with their own
special features, some might even argue that some of the
girls had individual attributes that exceeded those of Padme
but no one would be foolish enough to suggest that any of
the girls had the sort of overall perfection that that she
commanded. Every part of Padme's body fit perfectly with
every other part, giving her beauty beyond words. Eirtae and
Dorme continued to caress her body, almost losing themselves
in the pleasure that they were taking from it; gently
squeezing her thighs, feeling the contours of  her muscular
stomach and the firmness yet tenderness of her supple
breasts and nipples which were now fully at attention.
Finally when the first glistening drip was spotted between
Padme's beautiful legs by Rabe, who had been taking her duty
of watching for just such a sign very, very seriously, she
nodded to the other girls as a signal that they had been
successful in their duties.
     Reluctantly Eirtae and Dorme finished off with kisses
on Padme's glowing cheeks and stepped back. Sabe turned and
walked back to the bed, taking the white satin robe from
where it had been folded on the foot of the bed. She walked
back and, letting it fall out to its natural shape, draped
it over Padme's waiting body.
     With the senator properly prepared for her first night
with Anakin, they led her back to the large canopy bed where
she had spent so many nights before alone, and one with her
sister on her first night. She climbed on in what was
perhaps the most ungraceful maneuver of the whole evening,
since there is really no pretty way for some one of her size
to get onto a bed of such expanse. Lying back onto the deep
feather mattress she placed her hands across her chest while
he party of assistants took their positions, two lying on
either side of her. Once all were in their prescribed
locations, Rabe and Dorme, being the closest to Padme, took
her soft hands from her chest and placed them at her sides,
which, in this case, ended up being on their own thighs.
With nothing further to do they lay back and waited.



     As he stepped through the silk curtains into the
courtyard, Anakin was immediately taken back to the morning
he had stood under Southern archway for hours after being
unable to fight off his nightmares. Remembering how Padme,
dressed in a simple satin gown, not unlike the ones the
servants were wearing now, had been so understanding of his
needs he was reminded of one more reason that he was, with
out a doubt, the luckiest person in the galaxy.
     As he walked he felt the first heavy drops fall on the
procession as the clouds began to make their presence felt.
The air was warm and thick enough to cut with a lightsaber.
Although it was a short distance, the girls had set a snails
pace for the journey and it seemed to take forever to cross
the courtyard as the clouds opened up and the rain began to
beat down upon them harder and harder, bouncing off the
ground around them. Looking ahead Anakin could see and
almost feel the soft, flickering glow from the doorway to
Padme's bedroom. He wondered what awaited him on the other
side of the drapes that hung before him, as in the door way
to his own bedroom.
     Soaked, the group of five finally reached the other
doorway. Leaving the storm behind him and stepping across
the threshold Anakin felt as if he had entered another
world. Although he and his companions were now soaked from
head to toe they were far from cold. The fire burning on the
hearth across from the foot of the bed seemed to permeate
through every inch of his body and soul. With their satin
garments clinging to their wet bodies they continued to the
bed.
     Anakin had been breath taken by the beauty of Padme's
bedroom, the marble floors, the beautiful rugs, the canopy
bed, the golden candle holders and ornaments scattered
around the room on almost every ledge and surface he could
find, but none of it, nor anything else he had ever seen for
that matter, came even a little bit close to what he found
when he was led to the foot of the bed.
     As they approached the girls in front of and behind him
stepped off to the side so that he was flanked by two on
either side just as was Padme. With Nadi no longer blocking
his view he could see before him Padme lying contently in
her satin gown between her four servants. Her full breasts
were pushing against the sides of her satin gown and her
nipples pushing against the front of it. As the gown flowed
down from her breasts it gave a tantalizing outline of her
firm stomach before flowing down over her girlish hips to
her lean thighs where it disappeared and her legs were left
bare. The sight brought forth a feeling in him he was
unfamiliar with.
     Any other girl in the galaxy might have giggled looking
up at Anakin, soaked from head to toe, water running from
his head down the braid on his right side, his white cloak
clinging to his body and his still firm erection made no
less obvious by the water. But Padme felt nothing in her
heart but complete and utter love, the sort that you cannot
describe; if you know it you know it, if not, you are an
object of great pity.
     Looking down at Padme, Anakin couldn't help but let
slip a hint of a smile, growing forth from the right corner
of his lip. If he had any inhibitions about the traditional
Noobian first night rituals before, they were dripping away
with the rest of the water off of his body. Suddenly,
breaking the trance the two lovers seemed to have entered,
Sache and Yane reached up and gently removed the satin robe
from Anakin leaving him standing naked before the foot of
the bed. As this was happening the two girls closest to
Padme had reached across and pulled back her satin robe from
the center so as to effectively leave her lying atop the
robe with her naked body exposed to her partner as his is to
her. Slowly and with out a word the girls coaxed Anakin up
onto the bed so that he was kneeling between Padme's legs.
He tried with all his might to hide his nervousness. He was
now truly on unexplored territory and had no idea what he
should do next let alone any idea what he was expected to
do. This, however, was not a problem as Padme was quite
familiar with the ceremony.
     She reached up with her right hand and, looking
soothingly at Anakin, gently took his penis in her hand.
Using her thumb and forefingers she began to roll his smooth
foreskin back from over his head. Slowly, she pushed,
feeling it give way `neath her loving touch, feeling the
texture of his warm, firm and increasingly exposed head
glide past under the edge of her thumb that hung back past
the front boundary of the sheath. Continuing back Padme
stretched his foreskin just past the point where it began to
tug the head down before stopping. The whole while Anakin
was looking down at Padme with the sort of look one might
expect to find on the face of a Jedi who had just been run
through with a lightsaber. The shock an awe at the wonderful
intensity of what was happening to him was overcoming
Anakin's self control and it was all he could do to keep his
mouth from flapping open. Breathing in slightly as he felt
his foreskin being stretched back just before Padme released
it, Anakin closed his eyes for what seemed like the longest
blink he had ever taken. As he did it seemed that all of his
already acute senses were heightened ten fold. The splashes
of each individual drop of rain bouncing out side the
curtains in the doorway grew to explosions; the soft
crackling of the logs on the hearth became as a stampede of
banthas across the barren planes of Tatooine; the touches of
each hand that was in contact with his body be felt to be
reaching beneath his outer surface, deep with in him. Before
he opened his eyes again Padme felt a most peculiar
sensation run through her hand and up her arm before she
pulled her hand away. It was almost as if a warm, tingling
electrical charge had begun to flow into her body. Puzzled
she continued on, pulling her hands back and laying them
palm up beside her head.
     Opening his eyes again and seeing the new position
Padme had taken Anakin felt the hands of his four girls
taking his sides and easing him into a horizontal position
above Padme. Stumbling in his uncertainty and hesitation he
brought his hands up and slid them between Padme and her
companions to support his upper body. As he did, Padme felt
goose bumps ripple out from where the cold, wet metal of his
right arm brushed against her side. Anakin was now
positioned mere inches above her looking down into her eyes.
With his head tilted down slightly, looking up, almost
fearing to be caught in what might be a judging gaze, he
leaned in and kissed her softly. His lips meeting hers so
gently that it was only when their tongues ventured out to
engage one another could they tell that they had met at all.
As they kissed Anakin felt the hands of his attendants take
firm hold of his smooth and muscular ass and begin to push
it downwards, and the same time Padme's girls reaffirmed
their holds on her shoulders and thighs.
     As he sank lower and lower Padme finally felt the warm
head of her lover's penis touch the outer lips of her moist
pussy. Once again she began to feel the warm tingling
feeling moving into her body, except this time starting from
where the tip of his penis was caressing the outer lips of
her waiting vagina. Warmed by this growing sensation she
began to kiss Anakin deeper and deeper. Slowly he began to
push himself forward, the muscles in his ass tightening,
moving his hips in and pushing his long, hard dick past the
outer barriers that it had been skirting.
    As if in synchrony with his motions, at that moment a
great clap of thunder burst above them, drowning out for an
instant all other sounds one might have been hearing. The
rumble of the great explosion went on for what seemed like
an age as Anakin continued to slowly but surely insert
himself into the waiting woman beneath him. His head slowly
passed between the outer folds of skin, the lips dancing
over it and then following it as the shape suddenly fell
back into the skin covered shaft. Reaching the pert little
hole that was the entrance to her vagina he continued on
with his slow, steady motion. Despite her preparation and
efforts to accept him, Anakin was little more than a
centimeter in before the taper of his head began to wedge
her virgin opening wider.
     As the thunderclap was dying away Padme gasped sharply
as all of a sudden her insides were stretched far beyond
anything she had previously experienced and her membrane of
innocence was torn away. She breathed in deeply and losing
her concentration, almost tried to wriggle away from the
source of this unexpected pain. But she didn't get far; the
four girls lying beside her knew their job well and held her
firmly in place as Anakin continued to slide into her.
     His shaft was now entering her vagina, the big head
continuing its push inwards. Through the tight opening to
her body Padme was acutely aware of each contour and texture
of his penis as it was entering her; the lip at the back of
the head, the rippled skin where it joined just behind,
every vein that graced its surface; all of these Padme was
experiencing as individual experiences. Anakin too was
increasingly aware of his own anatomy as it passed inside of
her but his attention was held primarily by the textures of
the inside of his lover; the tight opening stretching back
the skin of his penis as it entered, the rippled rings of
muscle encircling his head as it slid past. Both were
completely taken by surprise at the sheer level of feeling
from the experience.
     Padme was now taking deep, rapid breaths, partially
from the pain of her first sexual experience but also from
the ecstasy that gripping her body and mind. Still being
held down, with her hands lying beside her head she lay with
her back arched, each breath her chest heaving upwards,
pushing her breasts up and accenting every curve of her
body. She had her eyes closed, turning herself over to her
other senses; the taste of her lover's mouth on her tongue,
the sound of the storm beating down on the lake around them,
the smell of the fire on the hearth and the feeling of the
Jedi within her.
     As Anakin's push reached its deepest point he felt the
soft lips of Padme's pussy grace the base of his penis.
Easing off, he slowly began the outward slide of his first
thrust into his new partner. As he began to pull himself out
he felt the skin of his penis being pulled up by the
tightness that encircled it but with each passing breath
that she took it seemed to become a little less stretched.
Not so much loser for it remained tight around him, but it
seemed to him, and accurately so, that it was beginning to
stretch out to accommodate him. Had he known more of such
matters he might have given credit to the Noobian's ability
to prepare for and so quickly adapt to the requirements of
their first night. But since as a Jedi such matters were
never discussed at any length, the thought never occurred to
him. All he could do in the situation was to follow his
instinct.
     He allowed his muscled body to flow through its motions
with out trying to control it; his strong chest and arms
propping him up above Padme, his flat stomach tight and
firm, regulating the motion of his hips in unison with his
beautiful, slim ass. He breathed deeply as he continued his
outward slide. His penis finally reached the mouth of
Padme's pussy once again and Anakin stopped, leaving his
head just inside of her. Pausing, looked intently at the
expression on Padme's face. Slowly she opened her eyes and
gazed up at him. With out opening his mouth Anakin asked
Padme's permission to continue. Smiling, she nodded and
reached up, taking hold of his waist she pulled him back
into her.
     Seeing that both partners were completely into the act,
and now that the rights of each to first pleasure from the
other had been satisfied, the girls released their holds and
began to take on a more involved roll. Each girl around
Padme reached over and began to run their hands over her
body. One hand on each breast, gently squeezing, caressing,
rubbing, teasing and playing with her nipples; two hands on
her stomach, tracing the contours of her muscles, feeling
the curves of her waist and exploring her naval; and two
hands beginning to explore her crotch, working their way
down, rubbing closer and closer to where Anakin's penis was
now beginning to slide rhythmically in and out of her.
     Anakin's assistants were also beginning to let
themselves indulge in his body. Their hands had left their
places and were now beginning to explore the body they had
been lusting to have free reign on since they had undressed
him. Over his strong shoulders they roamed, down his front
over his chest, playing with his delicate nipples, some
hands worked over his muscular back, down over his ass,
squeezing it and pinching it gently, the hands on the front
continuing to slide over his smooth skin, two now venturing
to experience his defined stomach. The exploration of their
bodies by so many eager hands only served to heighten Padme
and Anakin's euphoria.
     As thunder continued to shake the building around them
and the flashes of lightening lit the room for brief
instants, Anakin continued to move his 7 inch penis with in
the warm confines of Padme's vagina. With each stroke the
two of them seemed to understand the other a little better,
making small changes to their movements each time. Each
stoke was a new experience for the other and each could feel
the heat from the other growing as they continued.
     What had started as a tingling in her groin had now
spread through out Padme's entire middle section. It seemed
to be growing in intensity along with the passion between
the two lovers and Padme began to wonder what sort of Jedi
magic was engulfing her body. Anakin, however, was
completely unaware of any force leaving his body in this
way. The hands of the other girls now began to venture
further and further, finally reaching their ultimate goal of
the couple's genitals.
    Padme gasped once more as the index finger of Eirtae
found her now swollen clitoris. All ready well lubricated
with the glistening fluids flowing from Padme's insides
Eirtae had no trouble beginning to massage this sensitive
little pleasure point. As for Anakin he immediately felt the
result as Padme's pussy began to twitch with pleasure around
him as he was gliding in and out of her. His breathing
deepened as he fought to control himself despite this new
pleasure.
     On Anakin's body it was Sache who slid her hand between
the legs of the young newly wed to take hold of his bare
scrotum. She began to gently massage his balls between her
fingers, being very careful to use only enough pressure to
excite and stimulate him, never going any further.
    As the ten bodies continued to intertwine, Anakin and
Padme began to realize that eventually this whole experience
was going to come to an explosive end. The wonderful signals
being sent to them by their bodies were growing in intensity
and to their chagrin they could tell that this rapture could
not go on indefinitely.
     Padme's pussy had now completely accepted its new role
in accommodating Anakin's respectable size and was no longer
in any discomfort. As such Padme was beginning, admittedly
with some coaxing from the surprisingly skilled fingers of
Eirtae, to push not only her chest up to meet Anakin's firm
but gentle thrusts but her hips and pelvis, taking as much
of his length into her body as she could manage.
     Presently, a gust of wind blew through the window and
doorway, throwing the silk curtains off to the sides in a
great blast. The rain cooled air from some higher elevation
raced over the bodies on the bed, its contrast to their
fiery skin sending ripples of goose bumps across them one by
one. None of them seemed to mind, if anything the sudden
chill served to heighten the experience for each of them. As
its final act before being swallowed up again by the thick,
warm air that prevailed, the gust swept the many candles in
the room, stifling all of them and leaving only the waning
fire burning on the hearth as a source of light. The
curtains settled back into their positions, hanging so as to
block the splashes of rain that were trying to make their
way into the room.
    Padme and Anakin continued their intimate dance atop
the beautiful canopy bed as lightening once again lit the
room. With the candles no longer burning the brightness of
the flash was accentuated. The bluish white light gave for
an instant an eerie glow to the party as they intertwined
with one another before it vanished and they once again fell
into the dim lighting of the fire. As the thunder clapped
Eirtae took her hand from Padme's clit allowing the other
girls a chance to try their hand at the senator's swollen
gland. She sensuously dragged her wet fingers up over
Padme's body, before taking them into her mouth. Savoring
each drop of the senator's lubrication she licked her
fingers clean before returning her hand to Padme's breast,
using her fingers, which were still wet but now with her own
saliva, to entice the woman's nipple.
     Still behind Anakin, Nadi had begun to massage his
shoulders as he lowered and raised himself with each stroke
in and out of his love. Feeling the warmth inside of him
growing, he leaned down just that little bit further
bringing his lips once more into contact with Padme's. They
began to kiss more passionately than ever, their lips
pressing hard against the other's, their tongues exploring
the most inner regions of each other's mouths. Lowering his
pelvis slightly Anakin began to make shorter and shorter
stokes into Padme, leaving himself deeper with in her each
time. Padme assisted in this, pushing her pelvis further up
wards each time.
     She could feel the thick head of his penis now pressing
against the upper end of her vagina. The tightness around
him conveying to her the exact shape as it moved with in
her. Both were beginning to feel the energies with in them
growing. Padme could now not only feel the force flowing
forth into her from Anakin's penis, but another sensation
beginning to creep outwards from where her clitoris was
being massaged by the girls. Inside of Anakin he could feel
the warmth growing around the base of his dick and with in
his balls as they were being rubbed so soothingly.
     All parties were now completely working in unison,
having come together as if they were not 10 separate people
pleasuring one another but a single entity pleasuring
itself. Continuing to kiss each other with previously unseen
passion, Padme and Anakin began to feel their own and each
other's climaxes approaching. Neither knew what to expect
from either the other or themselves but some instinct told
them that what was about to come was going to change
everything they knew about pleasure.
     The girls could also feel the tension building with in
the couple. Taking the cue, they stepped up their efforts,
working harder and harder to stimulate them. Faster and
faster the ten moved, losing themselves in their ecstasy
more and more with every passing second. Padme was now no
longer arching her back, pushing out her breasts and
thrusting her pelvis up in rhythm with Anakin's motions but
leaving them that way not wanting him to pull out of her.
Anakin could feel the tight insides of her vagina gripping
his penis, trying desperately to pull him deeper into her
for longer with each thrust. And as the thrusting goes,
Anakin was now putting the most power he had yet dared into
his stabs deep with in his lover. Had Padme's complete and
utter enthrallment with what he was doing not been so
obvious he may have worried about hurting her, but by her
body language one could easily tell that was not the case at
all. With her hips up she was also increasing the pressure
between her girl's fingers and her clitoris, a pressure that
relentlessly coursed through her body. Anakin too was
beginning to feel a marked increase in the pressure being
applied to his balls by the previously gentle hands that
were fondling them. Although the pressure added a small
element of discomfort it also served to drive him harder and
fast, to thrust as if he was doing so in an attempt to get
away from the firm grip on his loins.
     The girls were beginning to shift their eyes now, back
and forth between themselves and the couple, watching for
signs of what was coming, and silently communicating their
own pleasure with the situation to one another. Anakin
continued thrusting in and out as the strokes began to flow
together, faster and faster until finally he felt something
with in his groin beginning to change. Something was
happening and before he could figure out what it was he felt
a sudden surge of energy and sensation exploding into his
body.
    The explosion seemed to start out slowly at first but
shortly began to expand, bigger and bigger, flowing out
through his body from somewhere deep inside of him. His
muscles began to tighten in a ripple that flowed outward
with the surge of energy in his body. It wasn't long before
he felt something burning down the length of his penis; hot,
liquid, but something else as well; a tingling surge that he
had only felt before when trying to use the force to move
something that could not be moved. Watching Anakin intently
Padme was aware that he was reaching climax, seeing in him a
similar reaction to what her sister's husband had exhibited
on their first night. But despite this recognition she was
in no way prepared for the rapture that was about to
encompass the couple. She was suddenly stuck by a massive
increase in the tingling sensation that had been present and
growing slowly ever since they had started. The new feeling
however was more intense and seemed to penetrate her on a
deeper level. Her whole body began to feel lighter and
despite the best efforts of the 8 girls to hold them in
their places the couple slowly began to rise just above the
sheets of the bed. Not so much a levitation, rather as the
way a wisp of fog might float above a grassy field on a
summer morning. This was followed shortly after by a rush of
what felt like burning hot (but in reality was only quite
warm) fluid flowing into her. It rapidly filled up the
little space that was available with in her, as Anakin's
dick was pressed as deep into her as the two could possibly
manage, and began to flow into her deeper regions. Gasping
with pleasure she began to feel contractions with in her own
body; an immediate spasming of the muscles in her vagina,
flowing out to include her outer pussy and, deeper in, her
uterus, shortly after passing down into her legs and up into
her abdomen, her chest and her arms and head. The two of
them remained locked together, their bodies rigid with their
intense orgasms as Anakin continued to fill Padme with his
semen until she thought she would utterly burst.
     Finally the torrent dwindled to a trickle and they
slowly settled back down onto the bed. Both utterly
exhausted from the episode they collapsed, Anakin, letting
his weight fall onto Padme, she, letting her body go limp
beneath him. Both were breathing heavily and could barely
think after such a drain of energy, let alone move in
anyway. Anakin's penis remained with in her, the last of his
cum trickling out into her vagina as it slowly returned to
its normal flaccid shape and size.
     The other girls were just beginning to recover from the
shock and awe that had struck them as a result of the
peculiar nature of the couple's climax. Although they were
all well aware of the powers and abilities of a Jedi, none
had expected such a show. Collecting themselves and
remembering their duties, they leaned in and kissed an
easily accessible part on each of the exhausted pair before
gently sliding the robe out from under Padme and pulling up
the bed's exquisite comforter over them. Stepping back they
all bowed one final time before falling into line and
walking slowly out through the doorway into the courtyard.
The thunder had since faded away to a deep whisper over the
mountains behind the retreat, but the rain had lost none of
its force, still beating down on the stone of the courtyard,
trying its best to make it into the warm sanctity of the
bedroom. Dorme, the last one out the door stopped and closed
it behind her. Turning, she rejoined the others crossing the
court yard and like before they were all soaked to the bone
well prior to reaching the other side. Not stopping in
Anakin's room they continued on down the hall to their
quarter where their warm shower and eight person bed awaited
them (but that is a story for another day).
     Back in the master bedroom Anakin had found the
strength to roll off of Padme and the couple now lay on
their sides facing one another. Brushing the hair back from
Padme's face Anakin whispered softly to her, "I love you
Padme Skywalker."
          Smiling with every ounce of strength she could
muster Padme replied, "I love you too, my strong, hansom,
Jedi."
          "Good night, my beautiful senator."
          "Good night Anakin
Skywalker."