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Homer A.C
07-06-2006, 02:27 AM
Usual disclaimers... not mine, not pretending to be mine-no money changes hands, this is just for fun.


It had been a long night of speeches and self congratulations, but at last it was over. They had even finally escaped that horribly boorish Senator from some gods forsaken outer rim world after only a feinksinks. The man had been reluctant at first to allow Anakin to accompany them but once it was made clear that it was the only way, he had suddenly become most gregarious, inviting both Anakin and Dormé for drinks as well.

Now that they were on the way home, Padmé began to feel… out of sorts. Restless and yet… Anakin and Dormé seemed to share this feeling of discomfort; her normally somewhat stoic husband and handmaiden were both, for want of a better word, fidg



By the time they got back to her apartments, Padmé knew that something was amiss. Perhaps they had drank too much, too many strange concoctions.

Anakin languished himself on the couch in Padmé’s dressing room, quite content to allow Dormé to complete the task of undressing his wife, an honor he normally reserved for himself.

As Dormé slowly began undoing her dress, Padmé found her mind wandering towards the most… unusual of thoughts.
She turned to look at Anakin, who had an oddly glazed look of contentment on his face. She shivered involuntarily as Dormé’s fingers languidly traced a line down her back and once again, alien thoughts filtered their way into her consciousness.

Anakin shifted on the couch, stretching out his legs which seemed to go on for miles… the glassy smile never leaving his face.

Padmé gasped as Dormé’s hands slid over her shoulders, far more slowly than usual. Her hands lingered at the crook of her elbows and Padmé felt a familiar warmth creep into her middle. A sensation usually only brought on by…

“Anakin…” she croaked. “What’s happening to us?” Dormé’s hands still rested in the crooks of her arms, but Padmé found that she really didn’t care…

“I think we have… imbibed a little Spice” Anakin replied slowly, a giggle creeping into his voice. “I think your Senator friend had less than honorable intentions…”

Padmé found herself leaning back into Dormé’s arms, shifting her body… almost as if she were encouraging her to touch… as if she wanted…

Dormé’s hands crept back to the back of her garment, slowly undoing the fastenings. The touch of her fingers sent tendrils of fire down her back. She could feel the handmaiden’s breathe warm and soft on her shoulder and once again, the now not so alien thoughts began to creep into her consciousness… With all her skill, she pushed them aside, fully aware that they would come drifting back in… and that she would not resist for long. As if in response to this thought, Dormé seemed to lean in closer, lingering at each fastening…

“What do you… you mean?” Padmé asked, although she realized that she was slowly caring less and less. All that seemed to matter now was… touch.

“It means…” Anakin chuckled darkly, his eyes becoming lidded and sleepy, but incredibly aware. “That when we next meet, I will either kill him… or thank him…”

Now it was only a matter of pushing down the straps, and the top half of her body would be exposed. Sighing heavily, Dormé pushed them down and left her fingers drift over Padmé’s exposed breast. When she didn’t resist, Dormé lightly traced her fingertips over the hardening nubs. A soft moan escaped Padmé as the last of her resistance withered and her mind began to cloud over…

“He wanted you…” Anakin said slowly. “He probably expected to have Dormé and I shunted away… in less than an hour he would have succeeded.” Barely aware of whatkin kin was saying, Padmé moaned softly as emboldened, Dormé cupped her breasts in her hands and began to breathe on her neck. Padmé reached behind and guided Dormé’s willing head closer.

“It lowers the inhibitions…” Anakin continued quietly, yet with a growing intensity. “It makes the spirit weak… the body... willing…” Padmé cried out as Dormé hesitantly placed a kiss on her neck and began carefully kneading her breasts.

“How can you just… sit there?” Padmé gasped. She wanted to stop… never to stop… she wanted…

Anakin offered a wry smile. “Control…” he murmured. “To an extent… If I had realized what was happening sooner… I could have used the Force to induce sleep…” He leaned forward, his eyes now glittering with lust and longing. “But I’m only human Padmé… And I’m finding that I quite… enjoy this…”

“You do…” Padmé replied, her voice becoming dreamy. “Yes… so do I…” she sighed.

“Do you want her to stop Padmé?” Anakin’s voice was low and sultry. “Tell me now… if you do…”

Padmé found that she couldn’t reply. All she wanted was more… The last of her resolve slipped away as she turned to face her handmaiden. Slowly, she closed her eyes as Dormé leaned in to kiss her. Suddenly consumed by blind lust, she pulled the other woman closer and deepened the kiss. Her hand reached over to remove the restraining pins from her hair, and the brown mass came cascading down. She reached in back and greedily pulled at the fastenings of her dress, lacking any finesse and perhaps tearing a few in the process. She was dimly aware of two things, that Anakin was slowly loosening his own clothes and that Dormé had managed to slip them both out of their respective dresses. As was often the case in such rare chances that Anakin and Padmé could spend an evening together, Padmé was without underclothes while Dormé was not.

Now Dormé loosened Padmé’s hair, and as she threw her head back to shake out the curls, Dormé leaned in and began suckling on her breast, one arm supporting her waist, the other hand slowly making its way to her womanhood. Suddenly, Padmé felt herself being gently pulled as if by an invisible hand. She and Dormé were slowly backing their wa the the couch on which Anakin lay, one leg up and one leg on the floor. Still going backwards and now in a controlled fall, Padmé found her head resting face up between Anakin’s legs. The smell of sex and musk and gods knew what else seemed to fill the room as Anakin gently cupped her chin in one hand and placed his other on top of Dormé’s head. Dormé, however, needed no encouragement. She lowered herself down, slowly spreading Padmé’s legs trailing kisses anall all bites as she went.

Anakin slowly encouraged Padmé’s upper body towards his swollen manhood. He leaned over and kissed her tenderly as with a deftness brought on by long familiarity, she released him from his trousers. Anakin reached over and cupped Dormé’s breast in his hand while Dormé herself began to explore her mistress. With a skill Padmé did not know she possessed, Dormé slipped her fingers into her womanhood, complimenting teeth and tongue.

Anakin groaned as Padmé took him into her mouth. She alternately licked and sucked at him as if he were an exquisite piece of fruit. Anakin caressed and encouraged Padmé with his right hand while slowly exploring Dormé with his right. He felt Dormé flinch and then begin to butt against his hand as his fingers entered her. Nothing else mattered now… nothing but touch and sensation.

It was almost a chain of release. First Padmé exploded in a shimmering orgasm and her muffled cries against his length brought Anakin ever closer to the edge. Now Dormé rose up, spreading Anakin’s legs a bit further. She settled in closer to the base and her tongue and teeth complimented Padmé’s ministrations. Anakin squeezed his eyes shut against the oncoming onslaught. Animal like, he began to buck his hips, his fingers slamming into Dormé. She cried out as her own release hit, finally pushing Anakin over the edge. As if anticipating this, Padmé suddenly took his length fully down her throat, something she could rarely do during their normal sessions of lovemaking. But then again, this wasn’t really making love…

They collapsed on top of one another, spent for the moment, gasping and panting. Padmé was completely naked, Dormé, comically enough, still had her panties on, although they were considerably worse for wear. Anakin, however, was still nearly fully dressed. His trousers were undone and his shirt untucked and his hair a bit rumpled, but that was all.

Padmé was the first to rise, and she helped Dormé slowly get to her feet. Slowly and with great care, Padmé removed the last of Dormé’s undergarment, and then stood behind her. Dormé lowered her head back as Padmé began to stroke her, first her breast, and then lower down, eliciting moans of pleasure. She cast her hooded eyes at Anakin, a feral smile playing about her lips and despite his initial exhaustion, he found himself growing hard again. He knew what she wanted him to do and was powerless to resist.

Dormé had become dazed, her eyes had become glassy and distant and in the back of his mind, Anakin knew that soon she would succumb to exhaustion. It was one of the effects of the drug. Mad lustful virility, followed by a few hours of complete unconsciousness. In as many cases as not, the next morning the victim would have any memory of what had transpired… but for now…

Padmé led the obliging Dormé to the couch and lay her down as Anakin stood up. She then slowly divested him of his clothing… layer by layer until he was as bare as the two of them. Padmé kneeled at the head of the couch as Anakin slowly lowered himself between her legs. As he positioned himself at her entrance, Padmé snaked her hands over the top of the chair and began playing with Dormé’s breast, caressing and squeezing, causing Dormé to moan again. Anakin raised his head and found the predatory expression on his face reflected in Padmé’s, and, never taking his eyes off Padmé and with out preamble, he parted the woman beneath him, sinking himself up the hilt. Dormé reached back and pulled Padmé closer with her arms as she wrapped her legs around Anakin.

It was over almost as quickly as it started. Anakin pounded into Dormé like a man possessed, (which in truth, he partly was). She bucked against him wildly as Padmé held down her arms, captivated by Anakin’s eyes the entire time.
With a final cry, she freed herself from Padmé’s grasp and wrapped her arms around Anakin, gripping him tightly, and as the last of her orgasm faded, so did Dormé. Her arms slid away and her breathing became slow and languid. She had fallen asleep at last.

Now Padmé had gained that same dazed look that Dormé had possessed earlier, but she still wasn’t completely gone. The need, the desire was still there even though it was slowly but surely beginning to ebb. Still erect, Anakin removed himself from Dormé. He reached over and pulled a blanket over her and leaned in close to her ear. Padmé was vaguely aware that he had waved his hand slightly and perhaps muttered something to her, but that really didn’t matter to her. She was still desperately in need of him and yet…

While Padmé had begun to fade, it seemed that Anakin had gained back a little lucidity. He tenderly took Padmé’s hand and led her into the bedroom properly. She followed him like an automaton, occasionally reaching down to touch his still erect manhood. Anakin suppressed a soft groan every time she did.

They reached the bedroom and Anakin carefully opened the bedclothes before laying her down. She reached up for him and slowly, he melted into her embrace. He parted her gently, as tenderly as if it were their wedding night and instead of the violent thrust of his other partner, he moved slowly and languidly as they savored the feel of each others bodies inside and out. He would kiss her tenderly and then whisper words, the few Nubian words he knew, in her ear. Not long after, he felt her body tighten under his own, and he allowed himself a final release with her.

When she was finally asleep, he repeated the words and the gesture he had used on Dormé, and with a final silent prayer to the gods, he joined them in sleep.



***


The next morning, Anakin awoke to find himself alone in the bed. Troubled, he rose and threw on his Jedi robe and walked into the little kitchenette. To his surprise, he found Padmé sitting at the table going over a few data pads.

“Good morning sleepy head,” she said, smiling at him.

Anakin helped himself to a cup of caf, “Good morning to you too,” he replied, then trying to keep his voice neutral he asked, “Where’s Dormé?”

“Poor thing,” Padmé replied with a hint of mock sorrow and a glitter in her eye. “She was up earlier but then went back to bed with a terrible headache. She must have drank to much wine last night after her little… incident…”

“Incident…” Anakin replied cautiously, not sure how to respond completely correctly.

“Oh now Ani,” Padmé chastised him gently. “You remember that page she brought home with her last night? At least for a little while…”

“Oh yes…” Anakin answered, hoping to sound convincing. “Of course…”

Padmé laughed a little. “They were, shall we say, ‘vocal’ but very inspiring…”

A chill ran down Anakin’s spine as a hint of the madness from the night before sparkled in her eye, but it was gone in an instant. “Of course… ” he repeated with a croak. Thankfully, Padmé only laughed.

“Poor thing,” she sighed. “She can barely walk this morning! It must have been… intense… too bad she never even found out his name…”

“Yes,” he agreed at last. There was only one name Anakin was interested in. A certain Senator from the outer rim…

“Should I make some breakfast?” he asked suddenly. “If you’re hungry that is…”

“Famished to be honest,” Padmé admitted, and then batted her eyes at him coquettishly. “Food first, and then perhaps... my husband?”

Anakin offered her a wry smile, “As you wish, M’lady…”