>"No Anakin. Even after secretly flying across the universe and crossing oceans of stars together to rendezvous at my lush home planet far away from the prying eyes of your religious order and my senatorial duties and decormum where we spent the day running in verdant green fields, rolling and laughing in the grass and swimming in crystal waters, even after a private romantic dinner at a iddylic lakeside villa, and even now in this tranquil, private dark room, next to this soft fire lighting me in a warm ethereal glow, with my tight supple body agonzinginly writhing in desire just mere inches away from you as my hormones and pheremones enrapture every essence of your heightened Jedi senses, just practically begging for you to envelope me in your immense arms and consume me in mad, carnal animal passion, you still can't have me. Not my heaving breasts, not my subconscious desire for you to choke me until my eyes roll so back into my skull I literally see the face of the Naboo gods but all I can manage to say to them when I try to speak comes out as inane babble in moaning, primal grunts. No Anakin, you're a Jedi and I'm a senator. I am so dedicated to my political duties that I plucked my pubic hair into the shape the Republic emblem tonight, but no, you're never going to see that. We would be living a lie, like how I'm lying about how I am totally not wearing one of those vibrating LED buttplugs whose light matches the color of your lightsaber. I'm so sorry about your feelings about all this, even now I regret programming R2 to record our now not happening love making session so he could play it back for us in a 3D hologram, I shouldn't have put him up to that. Oh Anakin, I hope you understand. If you'll excuse me, I will retire. That fruit you fed me earlier has given me some mad indigestion and I wouldn't want to relieve myself by passing gas in front of you. I'm now going to my quarters to sleep in nothing but this rare, black Nubian silk high cut thong. Alone."
>>211887929 (OP)But they do have sex...that's how Luke and Leia exist...
>>211887929 (OP)Were they both virgins when they Fucked?
>>211888017Wrong. Obi Wan cucked lil orphan Annie. Luke and Leia don't look like Annie at all.
>>211888171obi-wan got there first. possibly jar jar too.
>>211888171No, she had her space-cherry popped by that kid she went to senator school with.
And she was a good friend
>>211887929 (OP)Padme molested anakan as a boy and it was a /ss situation that devolved into a grown up yandere anakin that made him vader
>>211888171>>211888412And Ani had his popped by Watto when he was 6.
>>211888171Maybe but I think padme wasn’t
>>211887929 (OP)she didnt say that in the movie
>>211888776>He's only seen the rereleases
>“Anakin,” Padme said, her voice low and velvety, carrying the weight of royal command. She stepped closer, her emerald silk blouse catching the light, accentuating the curve of her hips beneath her tight-fitting trousers. “You’ve been dodging this for too long. Tonight, I’m teaching you something… intimate. Something only a woman can show you.”
>Anakin’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, his bravado faltering. “Padme, I—I’m not sure I’m ready for… whatever this is.” His voice betrayed his inexperience, though his eyes betrayed his hunger. A virgin, he was both enamored and overwhelmed by the woman before him.
>Padme's lips curved into a knowing smile. “Oh, Annie, you don’t get to negotiate this.” Her tone was firm but laced with warmth, a reminder of her kindness even in her dominance. “You’re going to learn the art of pleasing me. Specifically…” She paused, her eyes glinting with mischief. “The art of worshiping pussy.”
>Anakin’s cheeks flushed crimson, and he took a step back, his arrogance crumbling into nervous protest. “Wait, Padme, maybe we could… start with something else? Kissing, or—”
>“No,” she interrupted, her voice cutting through his words like a velvet blade. “You’ll learn this first. And you’ll thank me for it.” Her hands moved to the waistband of her trousers, her movements deliberate and unhurried. With a slow, tantalizing tug, she slid the fabric down her hips, revealing a pair of black lace panties that clung to her skin. The delicate material was visibly damp, the evidence of her arousal darkening the fabric where it pressed against her. Her pubic hair, thick and slightly matted, peeked through the lace, a testament to her unapologetic desire.
>Anakin’s breath hitched, his eyes widening as Padme hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She slid them down one leg at a time, her movements graceful yet provocative, until the lace pooled at her ankles. She stepped out of them, standing bare before him, her pussy glistening with a mix of sweat and arousal. The scent hit him immediately—strong, musky, and undeniably feminine. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was potent, the kind of aroma that spoke of a long day and an even longer anticipation.
>“On your knees,” Padme commanded softly, her voice a blend of authority and invitation. Anakin hesitated, his pride warring with his desire, but the sight of her—confident, wet, and utterly unashamed—undid him. He sank to his knees, his face now level with the dark, curly hair framing her sex. The heat radiating from her was intoxicating, and the scent enveloped him, pulling him closer despite his nerves.
>“Good boy,” Padme murmured, her hand finding the back of his head, her fingers threading gently through his hair. “Now, listen carefully. This is an art, and I’m your teacher.” She guided his head forward, her touch firm but encouraging. “Start slow. Use your lips first, soft kisses along the outer edges. Explore me.”
>Anakin’s lips trembled as they brushed against her skin, tentative at first. The taste was new—salty, warm, and faintly sweet. He pressed a hesitant kiss to the sensitive skin at the edge of her folds, and Padme let out a soft hum of approval.
>“That’s it,” she said, her voice a sultry guide. “Now, use your tongue. Trace the outline, gently. Don’t rush.” Her fingers tightened slightly in his hair, urging him closer. Anakin obeyed, his tongue darting out to follow her instructions, gliding along the slick, heated skin. The texture was foreign yet thrilling, and her quiet moans spurred him on.
>“Flatten your tongue,” Padme instructed, her breath hitching as he complied. “Cover more of me. Feel how I respond.” She shifted her hips, angling herself to give him better access. Anakin’s confidence grew with each sound she made, his movements becoming less hesitant. He lapped at her, tasting the full depth of her arousal, the musky sweetness coating his tongue.
>“Now,” she said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, “find my clit. It’s at the top, sensitive. Use the tip of your tongue, light circles.” She guided his head with a gentle nudge, and Anakin followed, his tongue swirling delicately over the small, swollen bud. Padme’s thighs trembled, and she let out a low, throaty moan, her fingers tightening in his hair.
>“Yes, Annie, just like that,” she gasped, her composure slipping as pleasure took over. “Keep going. Don’t stop.” Her words were both command and plea, and Anakin, now fully committed, lost himself in the act. His arrogance melted away, replaced by a fervent need to please her, to master this intimate art under her guidance.
>Padme’s breathing grew ragged, her hips rocking slightly against his mouth. “Suck gently,” she instructed, her voice thick with desire. “Not too hard—just enough.” Anakin obeyed, drawing her clit between his lips with a soft suction that made her cry out, her knees buckling slightly. She steadied herself, one hand braced against the wall, the other still guiding him.
>“You’re learning,” she panted, her eyes half-lidded as she looked down at him. “You’re mine now, Annie. This is how you worship pussy.” Her words were both possessive and tender, sealing the bond they’d been dancing around for so long.
>As her climax built, Padme’s instructions became less coherent, her voice dissolving into moans and gasps. Anakin, emboldened by her reactions, continued with fervor, his tongue and lips working in tandem to bring her to the edge. Stick out your tongue Annie! I'm going to cum on in!" Anakin stuck his tongue straight out as far as it could go and Padme quickly engulfed it with her pussy, fucking it back and forth. When she finally came, her cry echoed through the chamber, her body shuddering against him as waves of pleasure coursed through her.
>She pulled him up gently, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction and something deeper—affection, perhaps even love. “You did well,” she whispered, brushing a thumb across his lips, still slick with her essence. “But this is only the beginning. Now clean me up Annie. Make sure you do a good job"
>Anakin, breathless and utterly hers, could only nod, his heart pounding with the realization that he’d just crossed a threshold he could never uncross—and he didn’t want to. He slowly worked his tongue over her pussy lips, the insides of it, around her clit, making sure to take care of any juices that were left behind by her.
>>211887929 (OP)bros how do I snag a 'schlag?
>>211890362Is that a trick question?
>>211887929 (OP)>And she was a good friend.
why did the clones not shoot anakin when they got order 66?
>>211887929 (OP)>funny greentext turns into gooner fantasyGross
>>211887929 (OP)And you were a good friend.
>>211893226The prophecy "no man can survive Order 66" and Anakin had transitioned by that time, thwarting the ancient prophecy.
>>211888171He was. She said she had a boyfriend.
>>211893277fuck we are so close to a wankers paradise
>>211890362start boomerhobomaxxing
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>>211893226>be 501st Legion>get call from Palpatine>"Commander Anon, the Jedi have betrayed the Republic, execute Order 66. Also Anakin Skywalker has remained loyal, he will take command of your legion and lead the assault on the Jedi Temple. Do what must be done.">"Yes my lord."
>>211896811None of the OT have look as good as this
>>211897315>None of the OT have look as good as thisSAAAAAAR
