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“We’ve brought him, Your Majesty,” a croaky voice said. A short human male waved to the two large male Klatoonian guards who drug a human man into the room.
Empress Amidala sat on the edge of a table. It was made of fine Chipperi wood with fine carved details of flowers and vines. The top of her dress was a black strapless leather corset that pushed up her small, but nice chest. The skirt was hung with inky black fabric on the outside and bright bold red fabric on the inside. A silt cut all the way up to her hips and showed off her crossed legs. Her lovely legs wore black fishnet stockings and she had black heels on with red on the bottom. Her hair was twisted into a curling bun. She wore a black spiky headpiece that was adorned with blood red Ballian rubies. She wore matching dangling earrings and a thick choker. In the center was a massive ruby. Her face had been powered and was paler than the rest of her body. Her eyes were done up in a dark eyeshadow and bold eyeliner. Her lips were a dark red, which she pursed as she glanced down at the man who was thrown on the floor in front of her.
“He has a midichlorian count of over twenty thousand!” the short man said while he rubbed his hands. “That has never been heard of! They say it's higher than the old Jedi grandmaster.”
It was. The Empress had looked into the old medical records of the Jedi Temple herself when she first thought of this plan. She wanted to be well informed of what she wanted in her breeding stallion. She wanted strong powerful children who would one day inherit her throne and the galaxy. Alas, the Jedi had been dead for a hundred years now. They had been found traitors to the Republic and were wiped out. But she didn’t need an actual Jedi. No, she just needed the genes of one.
Empress Amidala snapped her fingers. Her nails were long and polished in dark red to match her lips. She raised an eyebrow as she looked down at the man. He wasn’t bad looking. He had golden tan skin and dark blond hair. His eyes were a stunning shade of blue. Two aids immediately stepped forward. One quickly gloved up as they walked over, while the other prepared the needle. The slave’s eyes went wide. His lips were taped shut, but he still screamed as he tried to jerk away.
The short slaver man hit him on the head. “Shut the fuck up! Let them take your blood. They just want to verify my claims.” The captive glared up at the slaver with a burning hatred, and it caused something to burn deep and low inside of the Empress. She licked her lips as she waited for the sample to be taken. The two aids stepped away as they rushed the blood off to a nearby computer station. The Empress would have her results soon.
The slaver was not done with his sales pitch. “Find him on Tatooine. Belonged to a Hutt there. He’s some sort of racer. Throws them so the Hutt’s bets always land. He was not cheap, Your Majesty. Not cheap at all. But he’s been tested and vaccinated. He's a healthy beast with great results from his fertility analysis.”
The slave’s attention had turned back to her. He glared up at her, which caused the heat in her flare up. Whether he was a good stud or not, she was going to take him and fuck him. She loved to watch that fight die out of their eyes as they succumbed to her. She wasn’t that strong in the Force, that was why her master,the previous Emperor, had underestimated her. One didn’t have to necessarily be the strongest. They just had to be the smartest. Emperor Palpatine thought he was the smartest in the Empire, but it made his undoing so much sweeter. Though she had handled her weakness with grace, she did not wish to pass it on to her children if that could be avoided. So she needed a very well endowed stud, very well endowed. She wanted a man with a high midichlorian count. The highest she could find.
She had found a few good candidates so far, and was thinking about calling an end to her search and finally settling on one. But then this lovely little find had been thrown before her feet. The door behind her opened and one of the aids from earlier returned. They made their way over to the Empress and whispered in her ear.
“Twenty-seven thousand, Your Majesty.”
Want coiled inside of her. She thought she had done well with that auburn haired man with a count of thirteen thousand, but this was almost twice that. She decided right then and there he was her stud that she was going to ride until he put a baby in her.
“I’ll take him,” the Empress said.
She cast a subtle glance over her shoulders and caught the eyes of one of the many women standing there. They were all dressed in sharp clean-lined black leather jackets and tight pants. Her faithful and hardworking handmaidens. Yane gracefully stepped forward. Her heeled books clicked on the marble floor as she walked to the slaver.
“You may discuss the price with her,” the Empress said. She looked down at her prize. “Get him cleaned up. I want to fuck him tonight.”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” someone said behind her. Most likely Yane. The Empress had complete faith that her wishes would be met. She watched as her guards came in and grabbed the man’s arms and dragged him away. She was excited for tonight.
The Empress spent two hours after dinner getting ready for her night. She was bathed, waxed, and lotioned. She loosely tied a black transparent silk gown around her. It had a long train that trailed behind her. She wore tall black heels and nothing else. She entered the room with a confident stride. Her heels clacked loudly on the Lothian marble. She made her way directly to the bed where they had her new pet waiting.
He had cleaned up damn well. He had been shaved and washed. His skin was golden tan all over. Her med staff had worked their magic and got rid of any tan lines making him all smooth. The dirt and oil from under his nails was gone and his hair had been trimmed in a long wavy sexy look. His wrists and ankles were bound in binders. The hands together above his head on the headboard. His feet had been pulled a bit apart allowing for easy access. He had a gag around his mouth.
He glared at her with those sharp sky-blue eyes. She hoped her child got his eyes. She stopped at the edge of the bed and ran her hand up his leg. He jerked away and let out a muffled curse at her.
“I heard you were being a spicy kitten,” she said smiling. “Looks like I’ll have to do some training.” She walked over to the nightstand where a variety of tools and toys had been neatly organized. She picked up a long and thin perfume bottle with a round base. The glass was milky and opaque and one could not see inside. She pulled the cork out with a satisfying pop. She brought the rim up to her nose and gave it a short sniff before she jerked it away. Yes. This was the stuff.
His name was Anakin Skywalker, which was a good name for a breeding stud pet. He had been watching her carefully and now eyed the bottle suspiciously. She moved closer holding the bottom out toward him. He yanked his hip and pushed his bottom and bent his body as far away as he could. Yet the binders held his wrists and ankles tight and strong. He could only stretch so far. She sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned forward. He yelled at her, but no words could be made out. Shame they had put the gag in his mouth. She wanted to know what colorful language he had for her. She would be able to take it off soon, but he would be too smitten to say much. The drugs in the bottle were potent and strong. Already his body was starting to relax. She scooted closer and shoved the bottle under his nose. He took in several deep breaths.
His gaze went distant as his pupils dilated. His body went limp. She corked the bottle and placed it back on the stand. She would need to send another donation to the Imperial Science Bureau. They had done a wonderful job on that concoction making so it only affected those with high testosterone much more than those without. She did feel a bit dizzy and more turned on, but that didn’t bother her. She untied her robe and let it fall and pool to the ground around her feet and kicked off her shoes. She grabbed his hips and pulled him back to the center. He moaned and he bucked his hips up.
“Did my touch excite you that much, pet?” she giggled. His cock was had hardened a bit. She reached over and grabbed it. He bucked his hips again and she squeezed and rubbed him hard. “Damn,” she murmured. He had a massive cock. This was the gift that just kept giving. She placed her hands flat on his chest and swung her leg over him. She straddled him and sat down on him, placed her ass right above his cock. She wiggled until his cock was nestled between her ass cheeks. She clenched her asshole as she felt his warmth settle against her. A shiver of anticipation ran through her. She placed her arms on his chest and started slowly grinding against him and bounced on top of his cock. He moaned around the gag as his head and eyes rolled back. His body instinctively flinched as lust consumed him. His own hips started to buck, He arched his back off the mattress then collapsed down. He yanked at the wrist restraints. If she let him go in this state, he would grab her and ravage her. His mind would be completely lost to primal need. But she had not gotten to where she was without taking precaution, so he stayed tied.
Finally she was fully aroused and wet. Her juices smeared his groin and the base of his cock. She pushed her ass up into the air. He bucked his hips desperate for touch and pressure. No doubt his cock would aching in a pulsing burning fury. She wiggled her hips and she put them into perfect position. His tip pressed against her folds. He had stilled, but his chest rose and fell loudly and heavily. He sucked in air around the gag. She smiled as fresh molten need ran through her.
She slowly eased her way down. His cock pushed into her and made its way up bit by bit. Her inner walls clenched and unclenched, welcoming him and luring him in deeper. He was deliciously and delightfully big. His cock stretched her out nicely. She was going to enjoy being filled by him. She loved a good, hard, deep dicking. His eyes had gone unfocused and hazy as he panted heavily. Another curl of pleasure bloomed in her seeing him so soft and weak under her. She recalled those defiant blue eyes. He had been such a proud little thing, and now he had completely melted apart. She loved seeing her toys broken in. She had been a bit concerned he might have put a fight, but he–
His hips slammed up, his ass left the mattress. Through speed and force, his cock slammed into the Empress’s pussy. She suddenly took in his full length and width. She thought she had been prepared, but she hadn’t. Her head snapped back as her eyes lost focus. She moaned loudly as pure bliss spiked through her. The fumes of her little potion had affected her too though not to the full extent it did to him. Pleasure was multiplied. Sparkling joy bloomed along every nerve. Heat pooled into the tips of her hard nipples and down deep, deep into her low core. For a moment, she was thrown into complete insanity. It was bright and blinding. Her breath caught in her throat as unfathomable ecstasy seized her.
They fell to the mattress, but she barely registered as her awareness started to return. She lay on top of him with his cock still fully sheathed. Her pussy clenched and grabbed his meaty cock. She wanted so much more. She had gotten a taste of her climax, but she hadn't truly reached the zenith, but she was wickedly eager to chase after it. She lifted herself up, shifted her weight to her knees, then she slammed back down and impaled her on his cock. This time it was him who lost his mind. His body arched and tense as pleasure took him to the very edges of release, but not quite there. He would need more build up, as would she.
She lifted her ass up and slammed it back down. Up. Down. Their bodies clapped. His cock slicked in and out of her pussy. She wasn't alone in her furious pursuit, he also joined her. He bounced and bucked his hips. He instinctively matched her rhythm. Their bodies moved in tandem to maximize the speed and depth of his cock into her pussy. They were both so thirsty and horny. Their pace was brutal. Sweat dripped down both of their bodies. They moaned and groaned as coherent words left them. Lust tore through her searing every nerve ablaze in fresh pleasure. She squeezed down around his fat cock before the pace pulled her up and then back down taking him all in once again over and over. It would only be later that she realized how mind-blowly amazing this had been. She reached highs she had never felt before. All her persistent and frustrating hunger melted away as it was finally sated.
Her orgasm ripped her apart. She screamed as her body bucked wildly on his cock. Her hands curled into his chest as she howled in pleasure. He came then, and she his warm, thick cum exploded within her and filled her up shot after shot. The thought of his seed filling her womb up milked her pleasure on. She did not hold herself back as fully embraced the burning chaos that swirled with sizzling pleasure and creamy pure delight.
The Empress was very pleased with her stud. He was a fine mate with a meaty cock. She perversely enjoyed how rough he was with her when lust completely consumed him. But that was only with the drugs. She didn’t like creating addicts, so never wanted her toys overly exposed. She had never bothered keeping a drugged out slave. It was far too bothersome of a thought to think about making them sober. It was better just to toss it away and get a new one. But that would not be the case with Anakin. He was too perfect, and most likely the finest catch she would get. There was always that possibility there was someone better, how long would it take to find him? She was already twenty-seven years old. She didn’t want to wait much longer. She wanted to do this naturally and experience pregnancy. There were some who disagreed with this saying it would be too much of a strain on her body and force her away from her duties. Using a surrogate or an artificial womb would be best. It would still be her biological child, but she wouldn’t be so strained.
First, she loved the idea of getting madly fucked and filled with cum and bred. Second, there was something exciting about growing round with a child. She knew it would take a toll, but she was willing to handle it. However, Anakin was not turning into her malleable boytoy. She didn’t want to keep using drugs on him lest she damage him. Though that wouldn’t be the worst case scenario. His cum would still be good whether he had a proper mind or not. But that thought displeased her. She wanted bright-eyed and bushy tailed fuckmeat. She wanted him to take the lead and dominate her. Throw himself on top of her and ravagely pound into her until he came with a hard thrust and a grunt sheathing his full cock into her as him with a giant load of warm spunk.
He was still a man. He still got hard. His body still writhed on its own accord at times as his control slipped, but he kept a strong grip. He was passive in the sex. He simply let her top him and fuck him. He may grab her hips and grind into once the fever had grown too strong, but he never took control. Never pushed her face down and yanked her ass up and fucked her doggy-style. She was the one always doing all the work. And that was getting tiring and boring.
She had to go fuck around with some of her perfectly broken-in toys to scratch that itch. And then she would turn her attention back to Anakin.
She had tried to get to know him. They had meals together, went on walks in the garden together, or myriad of various other activities. However, he was cold and showed little signs of warming up to her. He told her nothing about himself and rarely responded to anything she said. She tried to bribe him.
“What do you want? I will give you anything.”
He glared at her. Those blue eyes of his were not icy, but blazing. They burned with hatred she could taste in the Force despite her weak powers.
“No,” she said, seeing the question in his gaze. “I will not grant you freedom. But beyond that just ask.” He continued his flat heated stare. “There is nothing to tempt you? Ships? Speeders? Food? Wine? Alcohol? Jewels?” His gaze remained steady. She sighed and dramatically rolled her eyes.
It was a week later when he finally spoke up. They had had dinner together and now sat in a small and cozy sitting room near her bedroom. She had grown used to his silence, and had stopped trying to talk to him. She instead sipped from her wine, closed her eyes, and enjoyed herself before she took him and fucked herself senseless.
“You said anything.”
She jumped as she was startled. Her red wine splashed about in its glass. Some slipped over the rim and splashed on her hand and arm. However, her attention was completely on him. She sat on the edge of one sofa and he on the other putting as much distance between them as he could. He had angled his body to face her. He was hunched over with his elbows and forearms resting on his legs. His gaze was sharp.
“You said I could ask you for anything,” he repeated. His voice hummed through her. Heat ignited in her pussy just from his genuine focus. He was looking at her, talking to her. He was intense. It was electrifying. It took several long awkward moments for her thoughts to scramble over what he meant.
“Yes– yes,” she stammered as she slowly eased back in her seat trying to appear calm despite her recent lapse. She could not let him manipulate her. His gaze narrowed and a chill ran up her spine as she felt the full weight of his attention. She felt like she was under scrutiny. She was being measured and weighed. He looked down at his lap with his face dark and scrunched up clear in mental silent debate. She vaguely had enough sense to place her wine glass down on the table, but her eyes never left him.
What was it he wanted? What had finally caused him to ask for it now? She raced through dozens of possibilities and what each one might possibly mean. If he asked for a ship, he might be trying to run away. If he asked for jewels, he might stash them away in hopes of selling them off once he escaped. He lifted his head and looked back at her. Her breath caught in her throat. He had come to a decision. This wasn’t about what he would ask, but about if he would do so at all. She knew that he knew there was no coming back from this. If he finally gave her an inch, she could start to chip away at him piece by piece. If he had caved once, then he was weakened and could cave again.
He sat straight up and looked her in the eye. “I want you to buy my mother.” She blinked. The moment stretched on as the words sank into her. She had not predicted this, had not even come close to predicting it. It was so beyond her, that she was stunned in silence. It took her time to process his request and accept the weight of it. How did she not know about his mother? Her agents had done their work. They had looked into his background, extensively. She had read their report. He was born a slave to Gardulla the Hutt, and sold off to Jabba the Hutt on Tatooine when he was three. He eventually showed skill in mechanics and, amazingly, pod-racing. He became the first ever human pilot, a feat all thought wasn’t possible. That was what had drawn the Empress’s hunters. A human with uncanny abilities? It was worth looking into.
But she recalled no details about his mother besides she was also a slave. Had she just not bothered to remember or had her agents missed something? She was frustrated either way. She didn’t like surprises, especially when it was due to her own failings.
“Your mother?” she asked, finally breaking the silence. He hadn’t moved the entire time. He kept his posture straight and his gaze zeroed in on her.
He nodded. “Yes. I want you to buy her and give her a comfortable life.”
“And not free her?” she asked with a tilt of her head. She was regaining herself as her mind started to cook up schemes.
He glared at her for a long moment before finally speaking up. “I felt like that might be asking a bit too much. You said no freedom.”
“I only meant yours,” she said. She wiggled her ass against the sofa as her confidence surged in her.
“And you would free my mother?”
“It’s well within my ability.”
“Is this some kind of twisted deal when you say you'll be free but leave her abandoned and penniless in some shit hole?”
The Empress had thought of that possibility, but had quickly tossed it away. “You think I'm so cruel?” she asked and pursed her lips and batted her eyes at him. His lips turned down in a scowl. He knew she was playing him, knew he had to come eat out of her hand. “But you know,” she said. “The more . . . Shall we say, expensive? The more expensive the request, well, the more I expect to be paid.” She gave him a wicked smile. “And there would have to be some collateral, a simple guarantee you’ll keep up your bargain.”
She stood up and let her silk robe fall to the floor. She was dressed in a black strappy lingerie and tall dark heels. She walked forward, putting one foot in front of the other, and stopped when she stood in front of her. He took her in, His gaze slid up and down her body, and she trembled from his attention. He met her gaze. She leaned over and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“If that’s what you want,” she said in a sultry voice. “I’ll need a down payment. I need to make sure I’m getting my money’s worth.” He unexpectedly stood up. She went to step back, but his hand grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. Her body went flush against his. He put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up to look at him. He was smiling. She had never seen such an expression on his face. Stars, he was beautiful. Lust burned within her. She pressed herself against him. His hand curled around her head. His fingers combed through her hair and then he pulled her towards him. Their lips crashed together. There was no hesitation, no careful exploration of boundaries. He forged fearlessly on. His lips parted and his tongue rubbed against her lips asking her to open. His other hand reached around and grabbed her ass. She gasped, and that opening was what he needed. His tongue was inside her mouth.
She sighed and melted into him. “Mmnnnfff.” Their lips moved against each other while their tongues danced. The kiss deepened until they finally parted both sucking in sharp breaths of air. Yet they only got a few breaths in before their lips met again. Her arms wrapped around his back. He squeezed and roughly massaged her ass cheek. He played with her soft flesh like dough. She moaned again as her arousal grew hotter and hotter. She pressed her groin against him and grinded. Her hands grabbed his hips and pulled them toward her. She could feel him starting to harden under the fabric of his clothes. He only wore soft sleep pants and underwear.
He didn’t let her lips slip away from his for long. He kept his grip tight on the back of her head and kept their faces close. His kisses were relentless and demanding. Each pause, each breath, only fed the urgency bringing him back to her and her to him. She met him with equal force, matching each pull from him with one of her own. Distance itself had become unbearable. Her body trembled in need. She could feel her thin underwear were soaked. “Anakin,” she moaned. Now it was his turn to prove his worth, and she was ready for him to pin her down. He pulled away, put his hands under her arms and lifted her up. He stepped forward and carried her over to the sofa she had been sitting on. He sat her down and went down to one knee.
Disappointment spread in her chest. What was he doing? He was supposed to stick that hard cock into her. Instead he spread her legs part and moved in between them. He grabbed the strap of her underwear in both hands then ripped it apart. He tore the panties off and tossed them aside. Then he stuck his hands between her legs. His thumb pressed into her clit and drew circles while his other fingers danced in her folds. His inner two fingers stroked at her opening. It felt good, but she was already wet and ready. She wanted him to fuck her with his cock. But then pushed his head in and pushed his mouth against her mound. His tongue pressed against her clit and slithered down into her sensitive skin.
“Oh!” she cried.She had not expected the overwhelmed heat of satisfaction. His fingers stroked harder, faster, and deeper while his tongue continued its masterful craft. She had thought him only good for a large rough dicking, but he was amazing at eating her out and fingering her. Pleasure boiled up in her without hesitation. Her mind spun as he moaned loudly. “Anakin!” she cried out. She was falling apart under this man’s wicked touch until she could no longer hold herself together. Passion and fire ripped through her and she writhed and moaned. “Oh! Fuck!” she screamed out. “Fuck!” He kept sucking and fingering her. His fingers pushed in deep and hard. Ferocious joy burned through her in wave after wave after wave. Ecstasy swept her away and she fell into a pool of sparkling joy.
She went limp and heavy as her orgasm faded away and the small after tremors slowed down. He stood up and put his hands on his hips. He stared down at her admiring his handiwork. He wore a cocky grin that she liked. He had done very well. He took off his clothes and grabbed his cock and started to rub it. It was standing hard.
“I’ve already came,” she said weakly.
His smile only grew more wicked and it sent a shiver through her. He approached with hunger in his eyes.
“And?” he purred. “I still need to put a baby in you.”
He grabbed her legs and folded them up and out and stepped forward closing the space between them. He crawled onto the sofa and on top of her. He positioned his cock at her entrance then paused. He smiled, and then slammed forward with a brutal thrust far stronger and rougher than she had been prepared for. His pace matched that first thrust. He pounded on hard and fast pushing in his entire cock, making sure she took him to his base. He drilled the frustrations out of her as brilliant pressure and pleasure built up. She grabbed at his cock as sweet relief flooded through her. This was what she had wanted. She wanted his mad passionate thrusts. She wanted him topping her and fucking her raw and fast. She wanted hot rough sex where all she had to do was lie on her back.
And Anakin delivered. Decadent and senseless pleasures tore through her. She was addicted to these pleasures, and he was delivering an amazing high. His hips continued to slam into her. She eagerly gave in and let the chaos grow and grow. Massive dick filled her pussy completely up, stretched her out and yet she still clenched around it. Ferocious heat brought on hungry desires that kept wanting more and more. She let it carry her higher and higher into spectacular joy. “Anakin!” she shouted. “Anakin!” He said nothing. He just kept pounding on. His attention was singular and focused. She craved all of this and yet more. Her body was hot and sweaty and she was so close to her peak.
He slammed forward and started to wildly trash his hips and pump cum into her. She bit her lip as came to the top. She screamed when her limit broke and she came. She trashed and writhed under his weight. Mind-blowing brilliance exploded and shot through her. Burning joy pulsed in large waves that crashed against her bringing a new wave of pleasure and pure intoxicating delight. As reality slowly descended upon her, her body grew heavy and tired. He slowly pulled out and got off the sofa. He stretched as he looked down at her. He looked so smug and pleased, but she wasn’t too mad. She knew her legs were still spread out showing a perfect view of her ruined, stuffed, and leaking pussy.
“Was that what you wanted?” he asked.