Thursday, September 24, 2015

In The Shadows

In The Shadows

by Pyro with Das Flute


The cavernous corridor was lined with huge, steel columns extending into the distance, maroon carpeting warming an otherwise cold space.  Behind Senator Padmé Amidala was the landing pad where craft were still arriving, loaded with soldiers and casualties of the failed invasion of Coruscant. Her mind had been overwhelmed with fear and doubt as both her life and that of her secret husband were put in danger.


“Oh Anakin!” Padmé cried as she hugged the Jedi Knight before her.


“I’ve missed you, Padmé…” He said forlornly.


“There were whispers… that you’d been killed…”


“I’m all right. Feels like we’ve been apart for a lifetime. I might have been if the Chancellor hadn’t been kidnapped. I don’t think they would have ever brought us back from the Outer Rim Sieges.” Anakin moved in to kiss his wife.


“Wait! Not here.” Padmé pulled back.


“Yes, here. I’m tired of all this deception, I don’t care if they know we’re married.”


“Anakin, don’t say things like that!”


The Jedi embraced his wife reassuringly. Feeling her nerves he asked, “Are you all right? You’re trembling. What’s going on?”


“Something wonderful has happened. Ani… I’m pregnant.”


“That’s… that’s… that’s wonderful!”


"What are we going to do?"


"We're not going to worry about anything right now. All right? This is a happy moment. Happiest moment of my life." With that Anakin embraced his secret wife again and stepped back, holding her hands in his. "I have to go now, the Council is expecting me."


"Be safe and I'll see you tonight," Padmé said with muted hopefulness.


Anakin just smiled in response and walked away. She watched him go as he rounded one of the huge columns. Just as he disappeared she heard a throat clear behind her. Padmé was startled, having assumed she were alone. The senator turned quickly and was confronted by three tall clone troopers, clad in their white armor. The one at the center had his helmet removed. His hair was scruffy and sweaty. "Here to welcome back the saviors of Coruscant?"


"Oh…" Padmé gulped, it was apparent they had seen her with Anakin. "Of course. The Senate is eternally grateful for the bravery of men such as yourself."


"I'm glad to hear that. I was worried you only appreciated the Jedi. We do as much living and dying as those super powered freaks."


Padmé didn’t approval of his disparagement of the Jedi, but found that typical among certain ranks. "I understand your frustration…" she looked at his armor, recognizing the meaning of the red markings on his helmet and shoulders. "…Captain?"


"Montano, M’Lady. Captain Montano. These here are Sergeants Visney," he gestured to his right, "and Prost. We're from Drag Company, attached to the 501st Legion." Both of the clones removed their helmets and nodded at her.


"I'm very happy to meet you, Captain, and your men. I'm Senator Padmé Amidala of Naboo."


Montano rubbed his chin, "That sounds familiar. Amidala…"


Visney cocked his head. "Oh yeah, I've seen you painted on the side of the Open Circle gunships! You're the Naboo Nymph!"


"That's it!" Montano announced.


Padmé blushed. "Just trying to inspire the troops."


"Well we appreciate it, ma'am," Prost said, finally adding to the conversation. "It's nice to know we're fighting for someone so beautiful."


She smiled. "Thank you, Sergeant Prost. That's very kind of you. But I'm sorry you feel neglected by the Senate for your contributions to the war."


"Well maybe there's something you can do in the Senate, M’Lady," Montano suggested. "Some kind of bill, or special recognition for all the volunteers. It's not just clones and Jedi out there. It's men and women fighting for their homes."


"You're absolutely right. It's all too easy for us in the ivory towers to miss the margins in the statics, but you do deserve more than you're being given."


"If a Jedi gets a smooch from a beautiful senator, we could at least get a kiss on the cheek, right?" Visney offered innocently.


Padmé smiled at him, she didn't want word spreading of her affection for Anakin, that could cause trouble for both of them, and might even lead to their marriage being revealed. She had to make sure she nipped this rumor in the bud, decisively. The senator looked around the chamber. They were just off the main hallway, slightly obscured by the massive columns. She heard a few pats of distant footfalls and the landing pad had quieted down. "I'd say more than a peck on the cheek is in order."


The three exchanged looks, and then Montano asked, "Like a full kiss?"


"Of a sort," Padmé said wryly. "Why don't you three show me your blaster rifles? I think I need to perform a spot inspection." The senator folded to her knees before the men and reached out for their armored crotches. They were speechless and in disbelief. After only a moment’s hesitation they each undid their codpieces and quickly fished out their hardening cocks. "If a Jedi gets a kiss, then you men deserve a proper cock sucking."


Padmé gripped Visney's and Prost's dicks in her hands as she breathed on Montano's. "I'll have to introduce a bill before the Senate in the morning, but till then I hope this will suffice as a way of showing my gratitude."


"Oh fuck yeah," Montano agreed.


"No Captain, fuck my mouth," Padmé corrected. With not another word needed the ranking soldier thrust himself forward into the Senator's open mouth, his fat dick sliding over her outstretched tongue.


Padmé's hands worked the dual dicks on either side of her face with caressing fingers, rubbing pre-cum over the puffy tips of their cocks as they grew to full size.


Montano continued to jam his dick hard and fast into Padmé's receptive throat, until she locked her lips around his rod and held him in place, mewing like a nexu in heat as she slathered her tongue around the hot shaft of his prick.


"Damn Senator, you're good at this," he groaned.


Padmé pulled her mouth off the soaked dick, drool spilling down her chin. “Serving in the Senate has given me a lot of opportunities to practice how best to use my tongue for the betterment of the Republic’s citizens.” The senator turned to left and began to suck Visney's dick, her hand grabbing a hold of Montano's wet shaft to pump away at its length. After a several deep, gagging plunges of her mouth, Padmé swapped over to Prost's and repeated her enthusiastic, hungry cock feasting. The obscene sounds of her gurgling and slurping echoed through the chamber but she had stopped caring. If anyone found them they were welcome to join in.


Before long all three cocks were drenched in the slutty senator's saliva, her mouth working overtime as she rotated amongst the trio, burying her pretty face as far she could go, kissing the bases of their dicks each time. Her long, dangling earrings swung in unison to her thrusting face, bouncing off her neck as she moved from dick to dick.


Visney's was the first to pop, a jet stream flying from the tip of his dick onto her left cheek as Padmé gobbled down Montano's rod for the twenty time. The erotic sight set off Prost as he began to unload onto the Senator's right side. Padmé pulled away just as Montano joined in and she received a barrage of cum from all three men, her mouth held wide open, tongue outstretched as she was showered in sticky warm jizz.


"Holy Mother of Meteors," Montano groaned as the last of his load landed onto the senator's face. "That's quite a welcome home, M’Lady."


Padmé pulled her tongue back inside her mouth and swallowed down a mouthful of cum with a satisfying gulp. Her face was streaked and splashed with white goo and she had to blink several times, the semen dripping from her eye lashes. "I'm happy to give it to such deserving soldiers."


"You know the rest of my company will be arriving shortly. They might appreciate a bit of your gratitude as well," Montano suggested as he tucked away his spent penis.


"Oh really?" Padmé considered.


“The rest of the Drags’ survivors should be arriving on shuttle from the Guarlara soon,” the clone trooper captain. Cato Neimoidia, Belderone, Tythe, Nelvaan, now Coruscant… we took some heavy casualties. We’re supposed to be assigned reinforcement troopers from Centax-2 in a few days, but until then we’ll be on shore leave until the 501st is sent back out.”


“Shore leave, hmm?” Padmé reached into her bodice, fishing through one of her numerous secret pockets used for classified diplomatic missives. Finding what she was looking for, she pulled out a small, black holocard. “I’m afraid I need to be at a meeting of the Loyalist Committee shortly, and I need to freshen up a bit first. But this afternoon… you can find me here. And I’ll be more than happy to give you and your soldiers the reward heroes deserve. Just ask for Talié… the bouncers will point you in my direction.”


“Yes, M’Lady!” Captain Montano said, not fully understanding but willing to go along with whatever the famed Naboo Nymph said. After alien camp followers being the only relief he and his men had had for months, a piece of tail like Senator Amidala was hard to say no on it. He snapped a salute. “You can count on us!”


“I plan on doing just that, Captain… And I hope there are enough that I need to use my both hands and feet,” Padmé replied playfully, already making her way to the spaceport maglev station leading back to the Senatorial embassies.


“What does the card say, Captain?” Sergeant Visney asked.


Montano turned the card over. In the cool light of Coruscant Prime, the card sparkled, throwing up its holographic advertisement: a Coruscant Undercity address for a locale that seemed to be called… Star Whores.


“Boys, I think our luck is looking up,” the clone captain solemnly stated.




THE END

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

[NEWS] Unretirement

Hey folks.  Yeah I'm back, in a small way though.  I'll be doing short, short stories now.  Less than 10 pages, taking about an hour or so to knock one out.  My stories previously were pretty big commitments, don't have the time or interest for that.  Continuity and canonality are no longer a concern.  Just having fun with it from now on.  So shoot me a request if you want, for a pairing or a cut-scene or whatever.

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Twin Sabers Touching

Twin Sabers Touching

by Pyro with Das Flute


"Perhaps if the young senator were a bit more experienced in these matters, she'd have a better appreciation for the nuances of negotiation!" barked the blubbery senator of Ryloth from his floating pod. Orn Free Taa was a disgusting man by any measure, and he seemed to delight in living up to his reputation as much as possible.

Some distance away in the cavernous Senate Chamber, Padmé Amidala fumed. She hated being undermined under any circumstances, but especially because of her age or sex. Taa was a misogynistic monstrosity who used his speaking time as a platform from which to lob rhetorical hydrospanners onto his political opponents, wearing them down with their crude, but effective, bluntness.

"That's enough," Supreme Chancellor Palpatine interrupted from the Chancellor’s Podium. "I won't have our debates descend into personal attacks unsuitable for the grand history of this august body. We shall recess for day and resume tomorrow."

"But Chancellor, the disaffected and starving on the Outer Rim can't wait till tomorrow!" Padmé plaintively pleaded.

“The Rules of Debate shall be respected!” the Vice Chancellor, Mas Amedda, bellowed.

For his part, Palpatine simply ignored her as he slammed his speaker’s gavel. "More will be gained with cool heads and a calm response. We mustn't act on rushed passions."

"Passion," Padmé grumbled under her breath. "He speaks of passion as a bad thing. If he had any passion at all, he would be willing to even consider acting as people die needlessly."

The current debate in the Senate was over the proposed support to the Refugee Relief Movement over the Outer Rim crisis. As a result of the war, the Trade Federation had cut off vital food and medical supplies to Republic population centers in the Rim. Fleeing famines, millions of refugees were being forced to industrial worlds and conscripted into the labor pool. Militarists like the new Adjutant-General, Wilhuff Tarkin, argued that it was the best course, as those worlds could be better defended by the Navy and the work of the refugees was vital to the war effort. Padmé’s sources within the Refugee Relief Movement, however, alleged that the refugees were reduced to essential slave status, resulting in the enrichment of certain senators alleged to be linked to slaver syndicates funneling the refugees to the industrial worlds… senators like Orn Free Taa. As was usual in such cases of division within his Loyalist Committee, however, Chancellor Palpatine remained neutral… which in this case, as far as Padmé was concerned, was as good as giving in to the likes of Taa and Tarkin.

The young senator turned to her retinue. She was dressed in a dark indigo bodice, studded with veda peals along a low neckline and an overcoat to match with flared shoulders and long sleeves within sleeves. Her hair was worn in a conical headpiece and her neck adorned with a wide aurodium band. Her bust was large, barely contained within a removable panel covering her aching chest.

Before her, Dormé started to exit the pod through the rear entrance out into the Grand Concourse which circled the Senate Dome. A rush of footsteps from outside interrupted the quiet girl as two young boys dashed past her. Dressed in the brown robes of Jedi padawans, they quickly embraced Padmé from either side of her body, their heads brushing up against the underside of her round breasts.

"Mommy!" they shouted in unison.

Padmé gulped and patted them on their heads. "Hi Tom. Hello Wes." She was still uncomfortable about the 'mom' moniker they insisted on using with her.

To the senator's right she noted Captain Typho's surly look. "That will be all, Captain, thank you." The dark man nodded and ushered out the rest of the entourage, the entrance to the pod closing behind him.

Once alone, Padmé looked down at her beaming wards. "How are you boys? Doing well in your studies I hope?"

"Yes, mommy," Tom said from her left.

She rubbed his cheek affectionately. "That's good. How has your saber practicing been going?"

"Very well," Wes responded. "Master Yoda says we're naturals."

"I think I know why." Padmé smiled at them. "You've been carrying around those big batons between your legs all these years, you must have picked up a few tricks."

The twins giggled in response. Padmé noticed Tom's hand wandering up to her breasts, beginning to pick at her top. "Trying to sneak a peek?" Padmé asked coyly of the young boy.

Tom meekly smiled, blushing.

"Well since you're doing so well with your training…" Padmé said as she tugged at her top, snapping away the buttons at the back and revealing her huge, perfectly round tits to the boys. They gawked and quickly grabbed at them. Padmé gasped at the erotic touch and looked around her. The Senate Chamber was mostly empty by now, with a few distant conversations in unseen pods.

Not another moment passed before she felt two wet, warm mouths on her nipples. "Oh, my boys are hungry, aren’t you? If only I could feed the Outer Rim like this…"

She knelt to the ground, letting the pair have easier access to her fleshy globes. Her hands stretched out for either's crotch. "Let me see your sabers. I'm sure they need a good polishing after all your practicing." She deftly unbuttoned their pants and her painted nails quickly found the thick shafts of their cocks. Padmé pulled out the matching dicks, already semi-erect at over thirty five centimeters. "It's been a few days since I last had some quality time with your weapons of mass fucking."

"Mom!" Tom protested as Padmé's cursing.

"Sorry. Here, let me wash my mouth out," the senator said as she leaned over to his cock, tongue outstretched as she slid the fat head inside. She tightened her lips around the crown and moaned hungrily. Meanwhile, Wes kept sucking on her tit as Padmé jacked his hardening cock with her other hand. After a few bobs of her head, Padmé pulled off the slickening prick and turned to her other ward.

"Feeling left out?" she asked, and plunged his rod into her gullet. The senator choked and sputtered around its thickness as she forced the penis into her throat.

Working her drooling mouth over either dick, swapping back and forth quickly, the boys were soon fully erect, her hands pumping up and down their forty five centimeter shafts. Padmé rescanned the chamber; they seemed to be still be unseen, and the entrance to the pod had been shut by Typho on his way out.

"Do you boys want to learn the Naboo Kaadu Riding technique?" the senator asked with a broad smile.

The boys nodded eagerly.

"All right, get on the ground, flat…" Padmé instructed, and the boys did so. "Face each other, over-lay your legs, and push close together." The twins did as such, their testicles meeting in the center and their cocks rubbing against one another.

"All right, good," Padmé said, and pulled away her skirt, revealing her naked sex. She rarely wore panties. Her long stockings traveled to her hips and her high heels further accentuated her perfect body.

The senator positioned herself over the two dicks pointing straight up. She rubbed her pussy, already wet and dripping down her thighs, but she had other plans. The two glistening dicks were still soaked with her saliva. She reached behind her and fingered her asshole a few time with her middle digit, then sucked it clean.

Tom, positioned behind her, had his dick head taken in hand by Padmé and she pressed it to the puckered entrance of her asshole. "Ready, sweetheart?" she asked in her most motherly tone, remembering how her own mother, Jobal, used to talk to her and Sola during their own ‘avians and insects’ lessons. The boy nodded breathlessly. She squatted down slightly and the engorged tip pushed into her anus. Now it was Padmé’s turn to gasp.

Before her Wes stroked his dick. "I'm going to fuck your pussy, mom?"

"No honey…" Padmé grunted. "I'm getting a double ass filling of cock."

Wes went wide-eyed.

"That's the proper cattle riding technique," Padmé added as she took hold of Wes's dickhead and pushed it against Tom's at the entrance to her butt. She gritted her teeth and pushed her weight down. Slowly the second dick entered her ass, spreading her anus wider than both her fists.

"Oh, by Shiraya! This is thick!"

"Oh mommy!" The twins hollered in unison, their cry echoing through the chamber.

"Hush boys, we don't want to be caught!" Padmé instructed, and then grunted as she pushed her ass down further onto the dicks, forcing a double stack of meat deep into her stretched bowels. She licked a few fingers on her left hand started to rub her clit as she did squats up and down on the massive dicks, destroying her formerly tiny asshole.

"You know…" Padmé said between gasps and ragged breaths, "I invented the cattle riding technique." She swallowed, her brow getting wet with perspiration. "The alpha male kaadus have twin cocks. I took both their cocks in my ass as Queen… regularly."

"Wow," Wes said in awe.

"It's been a while since I've had a proper double anal fuck job. Although some of the Gungans come close…"

"Mom!" Tom pestered.

"Oh hush, let mommy take your hot cocks in her fucking asshole." Padmé was growing fiercer as the dicks went deeper. So she was nearly balls-deep on the double dicks, her asshole stretched even wider as the shafts separated. "Oh, by the Goddess, it's so wide… my asshole… Oooooh…" The senator rubbed her pussy raw as she wiggled her backside on the twin pillars running high up it and let out a scream as she orgasmed.




Hardly a second later, the entrance to the pod opened and Padmé quickly pulled close her cloak. There stood two blue-armored Senate Guards.

"Everything all right, Senator? We heard shouting," said one of the pair. He looked at the strange sight of the trio on the ground.

"Oh, yes we just had a fall, but uh... everything's perfectly all right now. We're fine. We're all fine here now, thank you," Padmé said quickly and dismissively.

The guard looked suspicious and then nodded and walked away, this time leaving the door open.

"Well, I think we've done enough," Padmé announced and stood up, the fat pricks sliding out of her gaping asshole.

"But we haven't cum yet, mommy!" Wes whined.

Padmé sighed and then looked down at their wet dicks, fresh from her asshole. She threw open her cloak. "All right, let me go to work."

Tom pushed his cock back and forth along Padmé's cleavage as she pressed her huge tits together around his throbbing dick, the tip smearing precum and wetness over her neck and chin. Her mouth meanwhile took hard, deep thrusts from Wes's equally giant dick, gulping down his meat with abandon. Padmé would pull her mouth away from his cock momentarily to lick at Tom's, spitting onto his shaft to keep it wet and slick for his tit-fucking. Both the boys neared their orgasms almost simultaneously and Padmé took tight grips of their shafts, pounding them hard and fast till they sprayed her pretty face and fat tits with a surplus of jizz.

"Wow, that was a quite a load, boys. Your midi-chlorian levels must be off the charts," Padmé joked. The pair laughed and tucked away their spent pricks.

"We have to get back to the Temple, but you should come visit!" Tom said enthusiastically.

"I soon might, actually. Master Yoda asked me to teach a class on ethics. So you might have me as a teacher."

The twins looked at each other, lighting up.

"Though the other boys might be jealous if I give you two any special treatment," she added teasingly.

"So you're going to blow all the boys?" Tom asked innocently.

"Tom!" Padmé lightly smacked the young padawan on the shoulder. "Now run along."

The senator wiped her face clean of the excess spunk, licking her fingers clean. Her tits were soaked in jizz and she had little recourse, opting to just redress herself with discarded top. Her cleavage would look suspicious but it wouldn't be the first time she'd walked the Senate Chamber with tits splashed with cum, visible or otherwise. ‘If only I could make sure the entire galaxy could feed as well as I do…’ she thought wistfully, gulping down the last remnants of her wards from her fingers.



THE END