Anakin and Padm�: The Holocam

Padmé Amidala turned off the spray and stepped out of the refresher cubicle, water dripping in rivulets down the contours of her glistening, naked body. She shook out her hair, sending droplets flying, and leaving soggy auburn strands plastered against her face. She activated the 'fresher station's dryer, and within moments, microfans blew against her body, causing her to briefly shiver as the room dried her.

Leaving the steamy 'fresher, her hair still damp and sticking to her skin, Padmé entered the bedroom she shared with her husband and Jedi Knight, Anakin Skywalker, housed within her Senatorial apartment complex on Coruscant. Such was the situation with the Clone Wars and the Republic's ongoing fight against the Separatists, Anakin was often called up to the frontlines, and over the past two years, Padmé had had to make do with an assortment of toys -- and the occasional handmaiden -- to keep herself occupied without her lover.

Tonight was not one of those long, lonely nights, however, as Anakin, recently returned from Vjun, was waiting, naked, on the bed for her. His piercing blue eyes were locked on his wife's beautiful form, and his meaty, ten-inch cock was twitching in arousal against one bronzed thigh. Padmé wasted no time in jumping onto the bed and clambering on top of her husband, who grew hard instantly, his ramrod shaft nestling itself between the rotund globes of her buttocks. Kneeling with her creamy thighs pressed on either side of his hips, Padmé lowered herself onto Anakin's waiting member, and gasped at the sensation of his prick slowly filling her. It had been months since their last union, and Padmé had almost forgotten how he made her feel -- almost, because there was no way Padmé could forget their many nights of passion.

Padmé moved atop him, rising and falling to meet Anakin's thrusts from under her. Padmé moaned as she felt Anakin's thick cock sliding up and down her tight inner walls, slick with her juices and swelling inside her like not even the most advanced mechno-phallus could. She lowered herself over him, her full breasts jiggling over his broad, tanned chest, and she leaned in for a long, wet kiss. Anakin pulled his smooth legs up under him and cupped the rippling cheeks of his wife's ass with his large hands -- one flesh-and-bone, the other made of cool alloy whose firm touch sent a thrill through Padmé's body, causing her to break off the kiss and gasp for air. Groaning throatily with his blue eyes blazing, and kneading the hot flesh in his palms, Anakin thrust deeper and harder inside his lusty wife. Within mere seconds the Jedi Knight felt his balls tighten as they slapped lewdly against his lover's pumping crotch.

Screaming wildly, Padmé clenched her vaginal muscles around her lover's meat, rubbing her hardened clit with her fingers as Anakin's engorged fuckstick exploded, jetting his hot spunk deep inside the vixen bouncing atop him with wild abandon. Padmé lost control as she felt his seed spill into her. She came, hard, arching her back and throwing her head all about, sending strings of her long, damp auburn hair cascading in all directions. Her juices flooded over Anakin's powerfully pulsing rod, gushing out from between Padmé's legs and over her grunting lover's sculpted abdomen.

Head still ringing from her orgasm, Padmé flopped down onto Anakin's sweat-flecked chest, hair splayed over her glistening back, loose strands brushing Anakin's skin and tickling his nipples. Padmé was breathing hard, but instantly began grinding her flooded pussy against Anakin's slackening dick again, seemingly intent on fucking her lover until the orbital mirrors brought dawn to Coruscant. Anakin, however, surprised her by rolling her over onto her back and rising from the bed. Padmé looked up at him in confusion, spread-eagled on the sodden sheets, moisture still dripping down her thighs.

"Anakin?" she asked, fearing that he was preparing to leave again, to return to the war and deprive her of his heavenly company once more. Her husband, however, had other plans.

"Don't worry," he soothed, standing tall in front of her, the lights of Galactic City glinting off his toned body, highlighting the mixture of cum staining his crotch and the impressive organ hanging between his splayed legs. "I thought we could try something a little...different, tonight."

Padmé's fearful expression blossomed into a smile. "What kind of different?" she asked, as Anakin knelt down to reach under the bed. He rose holding a small, rotund holocam in one hand, a wicked smile on his face.

"How about we make a holovid?" he winked, "for our own personal use, of course."

Padmé grinned, too. "That doesn't sound very Jedi to me," she said with a mock-stern expression, then quickly switched to the sultry smile she was so good at, "I love it!" With that, Anakin activated the cam, which hovered in the air, a red light blinking above the photoreceptor on its smooth dome. Anakin pressed another button, and the cam oriented its single lens on Padmé as it hung silently in the air. She giggled, and stretched out on the bed, arching her back and jutting her breasts out towards the cam's all-seeing eye. She wasted no time in reaching up with both hands to fondle her orbs, kneading them in her palms and pinching her swollen nipples between her digits. Sultry moans issuing from the 'O' of her mouth, Padmé seemed perfectly prepared to put on a one-woman show right there, but when Anakin clambered onto the bed and resumed his prone position, she immediately brought him into the act.

The holocam zoomed out to get Anakin into frame as Padmé crawled over to him, but focused back in to capture the action as Padmé began stroking Anakin's limp prick. Her ministrations worked their magic, and Anakin began to harden under her touch. She leaned in and took the head in her mouth, sucking on it until it stood fully erect, pre-cum dribbling from the crown. Anakin groaned through clenched teeth as Padmé slowly took more of him into her hot mouth, making lewd slurping sounds as she sucked him in. The cam hovered closer, and Padmé reached out to cup Anakin's balls with one hand, while the other began stroking his shaft in time with her bobbing head. Anakin threw his head back as Padmé played her fingers over his balls, dragging her nails slightly, and gobbled his entire member into her mouth in one gulp.

The deep-throat was caught on camera, as the hovering droid moved in, providing prospective viewers with a close-up of Padmé's beautiful face, eyes closed, Anakin's cock filling her mouth and drool trickling from around her wet lips. Eventually, she came up for air, releasing Anakin's prick and leaving a line of saliva trailing from her lips to his head as she moved back.

Padmé was set to dive back in when Anakin shifted position, pushing her onto her back and grabbing her thighs as he dove between her legs. The holocam, recording little more than Anakin's touseled head of hair bracketed by Padmé's long legs, began to trail up the Senator's flushed body. Padmé writhed in place as she felt Anakin's breath on her pussy lips, then squealed as he latched onto them with his lips. His tongue snaked out and parted her like the opening of a flower, before swirling inside and sending Padmé into a frenzy. His prosthetic hand joined in, its electrostatic fingertips brushing against Padmé's sensitive skin and exciting her all the more. She bucked and moaned under Anakin's oral onslaught, but managed to spot the holocam making its way up her body, capturing every inch of her glowing flesh with its penetrating lens. As it took in her face, Padmé stuck one finger in her mouth and began sucking on it, while her other hand busied itself with her right breast. The cam droid was sure to film it all.

Anakin's ministrations were rewarded with a gush of love juices, flowing from Padmé's cunt as she came around his working mouth, and a shriek of pleasure from above. She continued to fondle her breast, tugging at the hardened nub of its nipple as Anakin slipped his hands under her, holding her ass and pushing her crotch against his mouth so as not to miss any of his sweet prize.

By now, the holocam was unsure where to aim its lens; at Anakin still slurping away at Padmé's flooded pussy, or at her lustful acts of self-pleasure. Anakin decided to make the choice for the droid, scooting up Padmé's body until his engorged cock was in line with her glistening snatch. Grasping it in his fleshy hand, Anakin began slapping it against her puffy lower lips, then rubbed the head up and down, careful not to penetrate her folds -- yet. His wife moaned and writhed, reaching around to grab Anakin's firm buttocks in an attempt to push him inside her. Anakin, however, tugged her arms away, holding them high above her head with his mechno-hand. Pinning Padmé's body to the bed with his bulk, Anakin thrust himself inside her, opening her up fully, and directing the cam's attention to his long, slow strokes as he began rhythmically fucking his wife.

The cam did not miss a second, focusing on Padmé's dripping hole as Anakin sheathed himself again and again into her velvety snatch, slowly building up speed until he was ramming himself into her wantonly. Her hips bucked to meet his hard, pounding motions, and the cam's aural receivers resonated with the sound of flesh slapping wetly upon flesh as the two lovers ground against each other. Padmé clawed at the sheets, head thrashing side-to-side as her senses were overwhelmed again. Even as his beautiful wife spurted another jet of honey around his pistoning cock, Anakin grabbed one leg, raising it high in the air as he shifted Padmé onto her side. Wrapping both arms around her creamy, sweat-slicked thigh, Anakin pressed himself against Padmé, his hips still snapping hard and fast against her. Her leg stood straight up in the air, its toes wiggling and clenching as Padmé's body was rocked.

Anakin felt himself rapidly approaching his climax, and plunged into his lover in a final burst of energy. Padmé screamed out, a prolonged, indecipherable moan of sheer pleasure, her voice juddering with each thrust her limp body took. The cam pulled back as Anakin shifted position again, grabbing both of Padmé's legs by the ankles and raising them over his head and onto his shoulders. Leaning forwards, bent over Padmé, Anakin struck even deeper inside her, and Padmé felt sure the head of his swelling cock was pushing against her womb.

The holocam dashed around the writhing, humping couple to capture Padmé's face from over Anakin's shoulder, upon which her legs were crossed at the ankle, pressed tight against his neck. Suddenly, Anakin cried out hoarsely, his body shuddering. He somehow managed to pull out of his angelic lover, and began pumping vigorously on his engorged cock as Padmé lay recumbent, waiting.

The cam swooped around to capture Anakin as he approached orgasm, his well-toned body near glowing with sexual energy, his face contorted into an expression of ecstasy. He came with a shout, and the camera tracked his spunk as it shot onto Padmé's prone form, hitting her square on her heaving chest. The next two shots jetted higher, covering her face in gooey liquid, while the fourth painted a white trail from her slick, creamy breasts down to her navel. The droid did not fail to capture Padmé attempting to lick the cream from around her mouth, and recorded her scooping wads of Anakin's jizz from her belly to suck from her fingers.

Anakin collapsed onto the bed and lay gasping beside his wife as Padmé rubbed the remainder of his sticky load all over her tits, kneading them in full view of the camera. Then, giggling, she licked the last of it from her fingers, fixing the holocam lens with a sultry stare. Anakin reached out weakly, and powered the camera droid down with a touch of the Force. It hovered, deactivated, in the air in front of the exhausted couple, tangled in their damp, clinging sheets.

After a blissful time in which Anakin and Padmé simply lay together in the afterglow, the Jedi Knight rose from the sex-stained bed and plucked a small disc from the holocam's dome. He waved it at Padmé. “This is going in our private collection,” he said with a grin.

Padmé, reclining up against the pillows, legs tucked up under her, looked puzzled. “We don't have a private collection.”

Anakin's grin widened. “We do now. We'll just have to expand it.” Padmé shared the grin as Anakin tucked the disc away in a hidden compartment in Padmé's dressing table. He turned back to her, hands on hips, his cock hanging limply between his legs. “Ready to get some rest, milady?”

Padmé gave him a devilish look. “I'm ready to put on another show,” she admitted, rising from the bed and sashaying over to him. Anakin smirked, and reached out for the holocam again, though Padmé pressed a finger to his hairless chest, stopping him in his tracks. Her hand glided down his body until it rubbed against his cock, which immediately stirred at her touch.

“Not this time,” she grinned, and grasped his cock firmly in her small hand. “This one is for our eyes only”. And with that, she led him into the refresher station, locking the door behind her.