Date: Fri, 09 May 2003 00:17:14 -0700 From: Andrew Martin Subject: The Wedding Night Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. This work depicts explicit sexual acts which may include heterosexuality, bisexuality, homosexuality, and any form of sexual action or expression. If it is illegal for you to view such material or if such material in anyway offends you then do not read the work. Star Wars story and characters are trademarks of and copyright Lucasfilm Ltd. I welcome and encourage any comments, criticism, feed back, questions, or suggestions, or even just a friendly hello, that you may have regarding this story. You may contact me at . Thanks and enjoy :-). 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."