Anakin was exhausted. His very bones ached, and he thought he deserved a well earned break. He and his padawan Ahsoka had just returned from a gruesome campaign on Geonosis, and they now found themselves on a command ship headed slowly towards Courscant.
The past few days had been perilous; Anakin had thought he had lost his padawan on a daily basis. He didn’t know how to react- how to handle himself- had she really perished. Ahsoka meant everything to him… he loved her. Although strangely, he felt as if he were attracted to her somehow. But of course she was far too young, and that sort of conduct was forbidden in the Jedi Order. Better not even to think of it. But he still did.
They both walked down a large corridor to the Jedi sleeping quarters. It was a secluded part of the ship separated off from the main clone activity. For security, anyway. There were no monitoring droids, or guards within a shouting distance. Jedi preferred it that way. Master and padawan walked side by side, making their way to their separate bed chambers. Anakin couldn’t help sneaking a peek down at his apprentice. Under her mystifying skin tight shorts, her ass was bouncing so delicately with each stride. His pants bulged; his cock longed to fuck…
“What is it master?” Ahsoka asked. She looked up into his dark eyes. Her innocent blue eyes sparkled, and she batted her eye lashes.
“Oh, it’s nothing Snips. Just tired is all” he replied. The tension between them was killing him. The worst part of it was that Anakin didn’t know how his padawan felt about him. No, it was forbidden- if the Jedi even sensed something…
They reached the end of the now narrow corridor. Her door was to the left, his to the right. She turned to face him; she was only up to his shoulders when standing. Her bright orange skin lay exposed around her small waist, above her small breasts…
“Well you look like you need some rest master. Good night” She turned and walked into her room. There it was again; her whole back side now teased him as she disappeared into her room.
He stood dumbly in the hall for a minute. His seven inch dick pushed against his tight pants, his force-sensitive being amplified the lust ten fold. He brushed his long brown hair away from his face, and he made a decision there. He had to take her now. They were in the middle of nowhere, the closest people around were ordered to come by their quarters only after ten o’clock in the morning. Where else could this be done, where no one could find out? He could cover the escapade up, the Jedi order would never find out. He was doing this with Padame, why not Ahsoka too?
Anakin stepped forward through a portal and into Ahsoka’s chambers. The automatic door slid shut behind him. He noticed the lights had been dimmed, but he saw her right in the middle of the room. Naked.
“MASTER!” Ahsoka cried. Her perk orange tits remained exposed. She didn’t attempt to cover them. White tattoos criss-crossed along her body, pointing downwards to her pussy in an elaborate pattern. Her body glistened, from her pointed blue striped and ornamented head horns, to her supple toes. Still she remained fixed.
Anakin was stepping closer to his apprentice; one hand was slowly fingering some abstract motions. He was smiling.
“Master?” Ahsoka giggled. She was in disbelief.
Any on looker could tell he was using the force to pleasure his apprentice. Her pussy began to water almost immediately. He was tickling her tender orange labia. He smiled and stepped closer to her. He swung his arms out and wrapped around Ahsoka’s backside. His large hands enveloped her small but very tight ass cheeks. He squeezed them intently, and smacked them playfully. He leaned closer to his apprentice and pushed his lips against hers. He forcefully pushed his tongue past her blue lips and met her tongue. She swirled hers around, sharing her saliva with her master. They made out passionately, their tongues pushing back and forth in their mouths. They released their pent up feelings for one another for what seemed like an eternity. Anakin’s cock was pressed up against Ahsoka, but his pants were in between the pair. Too many clothes, he thought. As if she read his mind, which she probably did, she broke apart from the kiss. She began to unbutton his dark colored pants, and pulled down his under garments. His cock flew out, fully erect.
“I’m impressed Sky guy” Ahsoka said. Even with her orange complexion, she seemed to blush. She grabbed Anakin’s cock firmly, and got to her knees. She brought her face close to his bulbous head and back away again. She was teasing him. Her tongue flicked across the tip of his dick- he couldn’t take any more of the torture. He wanted to blow his load all over his student’s face. Instead he placed his hand on the back of her head and pushed. His solid cock slipped into Ahsoka’s mouth, and she almost gagged. Yet she started to suck intently on Anakin’s rod, even lapping her tongue on the tip. She slid the dick back and forth in her mouth-anything to please her master. Anakin ‘assisted’ in this process by shoving her face closer and closer to him. He even began to fuck her face. Spit flew from Ahsoka’s mouth, and a flapping sound ensued. Her blue-striped tentacles bounced from her shoulders with the rapid motion. Anakin fondled her ornamental tentacles with one hand, tenderly running his fingers over the soft skin. Up and down as if he was jacking himself off, this was in fact a very erotic gesture for Ahsoka’s race. She moaned with pleasure, and her eyes met Anakin’s. She was doing this only for him, she wanted her master to own her, posses her almost. Anakin wanted only to use her; he wanted to fuck her brutally-he needed to. He needed to blow his pent up sexual tension in her. With his other hand he was waving several gestures and again he was pleasing Ahsoka’s eager pussy. Not only that, but through this manipulation of the force he was amplifying his pleasure too. She pulled his cock from her mouth and began running it up and down the shaft. She even sucked on his balls. A thick mat of pubic hair covered her face, and a very distinct, very pungent odor filled Ahsoka’s nostrils. This was her master, and she wasted no time hogging down his huge cock. Anakin was so close to splattering his seed all over his horny padawan’s face. He would do nothing short of lathering the creamy concoction all over her orange face.
But he still wanted to indulge in her tight pussy, and so he pulled his veiny dick from her mouth. Strands of saliva still clung from his cock to her mouth. Again, their eyes met. Anakin smiled.
“Snips, bend over on that bed over there” he said. The Jedi padawan’s blue eyes lit up immediately.
“Whatever you say master.” She crawled to the edge of the bed and pointed her ass upwards. She concaved her back, presenting her perfectly round butt to her master. Anakin began to slap his rock hard cock against her springy cheeks. They began to redden from the punishment. He took his hands and spread her cheeks, revealing a slightly darker orange-hued pussy. He noticed that her white tattoos ended at her vagina, almost as if all her body art pointed to the single opening. Having pleasured Ahsoka already, her pussy was dripping with her juices-a gorgeous sight for Anakin. He pressed his fat head to her small pussy. He pushed harder-Ahsoka gasped- and his head disappeared into the orange cavity. He slowly pushed the rest of his shaft into his student; her juices lubricated the tight fit.
“Damn your tight Snips!” Anakin exclaimed. He eventually had his whole unit into his sluty apprentice. He almost thought it would split her in two. He began slowly pumping his cock back and forth.
“Fuck me. Fuck me master!” Ahsoka cried out. Anakin happily obliged. He began wildly humping her, shaking her entire small frame. Her now glistening tits flung freely to and fro, her ass even more so. He rammed his meat into her small pussy pushing as far as he could go. If she had screamed, he didn’t notice- he was brutally fucking her now. He didn’t care; she was his, her virginity was his prize. Her tight chasm pressed firmly against his shaft making the experience amazing; Anakin’s use of the force to stimulate the couple was intoxicating. Ahsoka felt a wave of sexual passion crash against her backside, it did hurt slightly. But it was her master, she wanted him. Anakin now wanted nothing more than to shoot his cum into Ahsoka’s cunt; he had an insatiable drive to decimate her ass.
“Oh! I’m gonna…c-cum!” he cried out. He pulled his throbbing rod out of the dripping hole, while Ahsoka managed to turn around and get on her knees. Here it comes she thought. Anakin placed his sore cock on her soft blue lips and exploded. A stream of cum splattered all over her forehead, and began running down her tentacles. Ahsoka quickly opened her mouth wider and Anakin aimed carefully. The next spasm sent a huge glob of semen straight down the padawan’s awaiting throat. Hot and sticky slime ran down her throat, and still she swallowed more. It seemed Anakin was pumping whole pints of the cum into her depraved mouth, she couldn’t swallow anymore. It seeped down her chin and dribbled on to her shiny tits. One last exasperated sigh from her master, and a glob of the stuff flew to her cheek. She lapped her lips smugly and smiled. She opened her mouth wide, and strands of cum stretched from one end to another. Her white splattered teeth shone as well. Her face was coated with the stuff, and it dribbled on to the floor.
“That was delicious master! I never thought you would stop” She said. Anakin then raised his arms, and seemed to concentrate. Cum not immediately shot into Ahsoka’s mouth rose from her breasts, her head, and the floor, and began to rise and orbit around her head. It streamed together; Ahsoka knew what was coming. She opened her mouth again, and in flew the floating remnants of Anakin’s cum. The force was useful that way.
She slowly rose, their eyes locked. They kissed again, and made their way to the bed. There they wrapped around one another and looked out a porthole into space. They remained intertwined like that until morning. And they both knew that this was the start of a beautiful new relationship- secret of course.