Rock Me Sith God

TITLE: The Smut Remains the Same – Sequel to Rock Me Sith God
AUTHOR: Schmootika
SUMMARY: What if Anakin was stranded on earth and became a rock star. Would you be a groupie?
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything in the Star Wars universe, nor do I make any money from this or any of my stories. If I did own it, I would have a naked Sith Lord in my bed and would not be writing this story.

NOTE: Thanks to all the folks here that wanted a sequel....the Muse moved me so here it is!!


“And the warmth of your smile starts a-burning
And the thrill of your touch gives me fright
And I'm shaking so much, really yearning
Why don't you show up and make it all right?”

Misty sat lazily on the couch in her modest apartment. She had MTV blaring and was diligently painting her toenails when she heard the news that Coruscant Steele had ended its current tour and was headed back to the studio. A large smile crept across her face when she saw Anakin’s picture displayed.

Sighing heavily with happy memories, she wandered to the kitchen to grab a beer, then came back to settle down with a good book. Never one that conformed to people’s image of her, Misty was reading an old literary work that she borrowed from a friend, The Lord of the Rings. She had just read the part where they went into the mines of Moriah when she heard a knock at the door. Her heart skipped a beat when she looked through the peephole. Flinging the door open, she threw her arms around the object of her desires.

Anakin chuckled at her. “Are you going to let me in?”

“Of course, come on in baby,” she replied as she flourished her hands.

Closing the door, Misty walked back over to him and grinned widely. He was always a vision and even more striking in person. Placing her hands on either side of his face, she pulled him close to her and kissed him hard. “I’ve thought about you everyday,” she murmured against his lips.

“I told you I would come back for you. Wanna go to Seattle for a few weeks?” His eyes glimmered as he held her tightly, nuzzling against her long blonde tresses.

“A few weeks?” she asked, pulling back from him slightly.

“We are headed to the studio and I wanted a bit of inspiration with me this time.” Running his hand through her hair, he waved the phone over with the other hand. Holding it out to her, he raised his eyebrows and gave her that cute lopsided grin.

Misty smiled back. “Ok. I’ll call Donita.” She shook her head and grabbed the phone from him.

“Yeah, it’s me. I need to take a few weeks off from work. No, there’s no trouble.” She paused and widened her eyes at Anakin. “I have a chance to go to Seattle and I’m gonna take it. Yeah, I’m going with Anakin.” She had to hold the phone away from her and Anakin chuckled at the screams emitting from it. “Yes, he’s here. Well, you wanna hear it from him?” She held out the phone to him.

Laughing, he grabbed the phone. “Donita, I promise I might bring her back.” He flinched and held the phone away from his ear as the high-pitched screams wailed again. He looked at Misty and pathed to her. *She’s gone all fangirly on me!*

Misty fell back on the couch and covered her mouth to keep from laughing aloud. Putting the phone back to his ear, he tried to calm Donita down. “Yes, I will take good care of her,” he paused and ran his tongue slowly over his lips as he looked at Misty. She smiled, grabbed her breasts and squeezed them together as she licked her lips. He cocked his head to the side and smiled. “Yes Donita, I will make sure she calls you. And if you are very good girl I might just let you listen to a new song. Ok, bye.”

Tossing the phone back on the couch, he folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against the wall. “So we’re all set. Your chariot awaits.” He held out his hand and Misty gave him a suspicious look. “I haven’t packed yet.”

Moving to pull her up from the couch, he hugged her tightly. “Not that you will need clothes, but I will buy whatever you want when we get there.”

Giggling, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply. “You got it babe. Let me grab some shoes.”

Several of her neighbors were lingering outside to see who had pulled up in front of the complex in a limo. When they saw Misty emerge from the front door with her arm wrapped around Anakin’s waist, the squealing began. His eyes lit up and he ran with her in tow. Misty jumped in first and slid toward the front of the car, followed quickly by Anakin. Before he got the door shut, there was a rush of people trying to get inside.

“Floor it Mack!” Anakin hollered at the driver.

As they sped off Misty giggled uncontrollably at the antics of her neighbors. Anakin looked at her with a wide smile on his lips. “And what is so fuckin’ funny?”

She stifled her giggles long enough to answer. “Nothing. Do you always stir up this kind of trouble?”

He sat back and sighed, his hands stretching above his head. “Yeah, I get that a lot.” Giving her a lustful look, he fell to his knees and crept over to where she was sitting. She thought he looked like a cougar on the prowl, his eyes wild and a feral smile on his face.

Placing his hands on her knees, he spread her legs wide and crawled up her body. Tangling her hands in his long hair, she drew him up and kissed him. His kisses were always hot and sweet and she could never get enough of them. Parting her lips, she twined her tongue around his and moaned as he ran his hands up her chest and grabbed her breasts.

*I’ve missed you* he sent to her as his lips traveled lower, brushing across her jaw and down her neck. Misty moaned as his hands made their way down to pull up her shirt. Eagerly, he lowered his mouth and flicked his tongue around her nipple, delighting in the way she bowed her body up to his mouth.

He raised his head and looked deep into her eyes. “We’ll have to continue this later.”

She shot him a confused look and then the car came to a stop. Rolling her eyes and shaking her head, she hugged his neck. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to that.”

He chuckled and grabbed her hand as the driver opened the door. They parked right on the tarmac and she saw a small personal jet by the limo. She “oohed” and “aahed” as she followed him up the stairs and into the jet. “Is this yours?”

Plopping down in one of the leather chairs, he replied, “It’s the band’s. We don’t really use it much, but I thought it would be a nice treat. Plus,” he paused and pulled her down to sit in his lap, “we will be all alone this way.”

Wrapping his hands in her hair, Anakin pulled her down to his lips. He only brushed lightly against them, loving the way she tensed against him, wanting more. Her breath was hot against his mouth and he smiled as he drew her in. Opening his lips against hers, he pursed them together and quickly withdrew, watching her mouth bow and yearn for his touches. He could not deny her anymore and pulled her back to him, devouring her mouth with hungry kisses and an agile tongue. Misty moaned against him as she writhed in his lap, feeling him harden with her every motion.

The jet took off and Anakin broke their kiss when the captain came on the loud speaker telling them to fasten their seat belts. Misty slid into the chair beside him and held onto the armrests as the plane soared into the sky. Her hand twined in his and he grinned as the plane leveled out. Finally, the captain came back on and said they were free to move around the cabin.

Anakin stood up and looked toward the door as Misty heard a click of the lock. She smiled at him and rose from her seat. He met her halfway and they embraced, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. They fell to their knees, their hands gripping each other’s hair and their bodies pressed firmly together. Misty could feel his desire for her and it served to fuel her own flames as she ran her hands under his t-shirt and pulled it over his head.

Anakin sighed as he felt her run her tongue down his neck to his chest. She scraped her fingernails along his sides and her teeth brushed against his nipple -causing him to moan and pull her hair. Smiling against his heated flesh, she reached down to pull her shirt off. Anakin held her hands above her head and nipped at her exposed neck. Misty shuddered against him and felt his hands release her, replaced by invisible bonds that kept her hands up and her shirt in front of her eyes.

He chuckled as he saw her try to move the shirt from her face. Running his tongue across her nipples, he delighted in their hardening against his mouth and felt his jeans straining against his own arousal. With a wave of his hand, her shirt flew off and landed on a nearby chair. The look on Misty’s face was one of pure primal desire and she pounced on him, her hands tugging at his jeans.

Anakin was more than happy to oblige and unfastened the buttons to allow her access. Misty jerked him to his feet and stripped his jeans off him, rolling them down his thighs and kicking them across the plane. Kicking off her shoes, she allowed him to pull hers down and he kissed her thighs as the flesh came into view. He wanted to make it last but Misty wanted it right fuckin’ now and once he removed her jeans, she kicked his chest slightly to push him back onto the floor.

A stunned look came upon his face as he watched this woman crawl up his body and growl as she licked his hardened member. Sitting up on her knees, she looked him dead in the eyes and asked, “You want it?”

He grabbed her hips, grinding his hardness against her slick entrance and replied, “You have to ask?”

That was all Misty needed as she grabbed a hold of him and guided him to her. Watching his expression, she savored that moment before she allowed him to plunge inside her. His eyes darkened with lust, his mouth partly open, and his tongue roaming over his bottom lip, she felt him slowly slip into her. Misty gasped as she felt him enter her; it was a feeling she had longed for since their last meeting and she was ecstatic to be at last enjoying every inch of him again.

Sliding all the way into her, she began to rock her hips against him and leaned back slightly, bracing herself on her hands to angle him so she could watch and feel. He rolled his hips in time with hers and she groaned as he hit her sweet spot over and over. Her eyes damn near rolled back in her head as she felt her muscles contract around him and she reached up to dig her fingers into his hips. Hissing at the pain, he gritted his teeth and held on tighter as he felt her warm juices flow over his thighs. Misty screamed out as she came, calling his name and thrashing against him. He gripped her firmly and, as he felt her waves subsiding, he rolled her over onto her knees.

With both hands, he pulled her back against him and pounded into her, seeking his own release. The smell of her climax hung in the air and Anakin breathed it in deeply as he arched his back and slammed into her. Straining against her tight body, his breathing coming in short gasps, he grunted as he felt himself swell deep inside her. With one last hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came, his fingers leaving marks in her pale skin as he let out a feral moan and his body bucked against her.

He fell against her back and she collapsed onto the floor under his weight. As they regained control, Misty rolled over and kissed him sweetly. “I guess this makes me a member of the mile high club.”

Anakin laughed and hugged her tightly. “Yes it does.”


Several hours later and after a much need nap, the plane landed safely in Seattle. As they disembarked, Anakin looked at her and said. “I guess it’s time to ramble on.”

Misty snickered. “I guess so.”

As they sped off in the limo, she snuggled close to him and nuzzled against his neck. He smiled and started humming a tune. She listened intently but did not recognize the song. ‘Maybe it’s a new song he’s working on.’ She thought.

Reaching up, he stroked her hair. *It’s just a melody I felt move me, darlin’.*

She smiled and placed a slow lingering kiss on his long neck. Anakin wrapped his arms tighter around her and almost whispered as he sang.

“You know I want you baby,
You can feel it deep down inside.
You know I need you darlin’,
Want you always by my side.

Ah, ah, ah, ah,
Want you with me baby
Want you night long
Want to love your body
Till the dawn comes along”

Misty sighed as she listened to him and felt his body move rhythmically in time to the music in his mind. “I like that. Very sensual. What do ya call it?”

Chuckling, he nuzzled his face in her hair. “Not sure yet. I knew you would be good inspiration for me.”

The car stopped at the front door of the hotel and Misty saw a crowd gathered at the door. “Are we gonna have to run the gauntlet?”

Anakin smiled at her and surveyed the crowd. “Baby, this is part of the fun. Are you ready?” He scooted toward the door and held his hand out to her.

Misty took a deep breath and grabbed his hand. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Flinging the door open, he got out with his back to the crowd and helped her out of the car. He heard the crowd shriek when he turned around and his eyes lit up. Misty held onto his hand tightly as he led her through the screaming masses. The security guards had a hard time keeping the narrow pathway open, but Anakin weaved right though and, as he walked into the hotel lobby, turned around and blew a kiss to the crowd. Misty laughed as she saw a young girl faint.

“You have that effect on every woman?” she teased as he waved his hand and the elevator opened.

Pulling her inside, he hit the penthouse button and drew her to him, his arms wrapping around her waist. “I may have that effect on them, but you are the only one that I do this to.” He kissed her sweetly and withdrew, looking deep into her eyes.

Misty lost herself in those gleaming blue eyes and ran her fingertips along his full red lips, opening her mouth slightly when she felt him take her finger into his mouth and suck gently. His tongue swirled around her and she gradually pulled it out, running her slick finger over his lips once again. He had the softest and most lush lips she had ever had the pleasure of tasting and she could not resist pulling him down to kiss her.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened, but Anakin did not release her, he kept his mouth moving against hers and moaned when she caught his lower lip between her teeth and bit down lightly.

“What’s all this then?” she heard from behind her. The cockney accent was unmistakable. Misty stepped back from Anakin and turned her head slightly. “Hello John.”

Anakin smiled at him and cocked his head as he turned her around in his arms.

“Well I’ll be bloody well damned. The Muse herself has come back. Good to see ya Misty.” He bowed in mock respect then stuck his tongue out at her.

Misty laughed and walked over to hug him. “You smell of cheap whores and good beer.”

“Well, love, you gotta have fun somewhere. Come on, the guys will love to see you again.” He shuffled along beside her and felt Anakin bristle as he placed his arm around her waist.

Misty wiggled away and grabbed Anakin’s hand. “I think I need to rest before I get together with the rowdy group.” She winked at Anakin and he turned to John. “She has a point; we’ll catch up with you guys later.”

“Very well, love. Ta ta.” He waved to them and disappeared into one of the rooms.

Anakin opened another door and held it open for her. She gasped at the size and the luxurious appointments of the suite. “This is beautiful.”

“It will work while we are here.” Anakin sat down on the couch and waved his hand, the mini bar opened and a cold bottle of beer floated to his hand. “Want one darlin’?”

Sitting down beside him, she replied. “Yes baby. I would love one.” She held out her hand and another bottle floated to her. “I just love that shit.” She giggled, shaking her head as she twisted the top off the bottle.

Anakin chuckled and took a big swig of beer. Misty turned to look at him and sat her beer down on the coffee table. “What did John mean by Muse?”

Shifting on the couch, his expression turned serious. “I told him you were my inspiration, my Muse. You know that.”

“I’ve just never heard that term used for me before. So, I inspire you uh?” Her eyes twinkled wickedly and she nibbled on her lower lip.

Anakin grinned and sat his beer down, cupping her face in his hands. “You wanna see how much you inspire me?”

Misty wiggled away from him and fiddled in the desk drawer as she muttered to herself. “I know there’s gotta be one in here.”

His curiosity peaking, he walked over to her and ran his hands down her hips. “What are you looking for?”

Standing up straight, she turned around to face him as she unwrapped a peppermint. “Undress.” She growled and tugged on his jeans.

He decided to play along and pulled off his t-shirt and his shoes as she yanked his jeans down. Standing before her completely naked, Misty sat on the back on her heels as she looked up his body. She grinned as she popped the mint into her mouth. Running her hands up his toned legs, she leaned in to place wet sticky kisses on his thighs as she slowly worked her way up. Nuzzling against his inner thighs, she gazed up at him and was rewarded with the sight of him staring back at her. His eyes tinged with amber and his full red lips slightly open, she could think of nothing better than lavishing attention on this man, no, not this man - this rock god.

Grabbing his ass, she licked around the base of his member, delighting in the moans she elicited from him. She took the head in her mouth and circled the candy around it with her tongue. She felt him thread his hands in her hair and a loud “ooh” escaped his lips as the tingling of the mint combined with the strokes of her tongue. Smiling against him, she doubled her efforts, hollowing her cheeks and taking him further into her mouth. His hips bucked and he thrust into her as his hands kept her head in place.

Looking up, Misty saw his mouth hanging open. Then he clenched his teeth together as she felt him swell against her tongue. Digging her fingers into his hips, she watched him as she climaxed. His neck muscled corded and he cried out her name as he filled her mouth with his warm salty essence. The taste mingled with the sweetness from the candy not completely dissolved in her mouth. Pulling away from him, she sat back on her heels and watched his chest heave, licking him once more before returning her gaze to his eyes. Crunching the remaining candy in her mouth, she smiled at Anakin and stuck her tongue out at him. “Ya like?”

He knelt in front of her and kissed her soundly, his tongue swirling around her mouth as he tasted his essence lingering on her tongue sweetened by the candy. Breaking the kiss, he cocked his head to the side and grinned widely. “Fuck yeah! That was fun. But now, it’s your turn.” He licked his lips and waved over a piece of candy as he pulled Misty’s shirt off.

Shaking her hair out, she kicked off her shoes and Anakin ripped open her jeans. Smirking at him and crinkling her nose, she stepped back and pushed his hands away. He gave her a questioning look that then faded into desire as she slowly gyrated and inched her jeans down her hips. Bending over, Misty shook her ass at him as she pulled the jeans the rest of the way off. Unwrapping the candy, he placed it in his teeth and grabbed her wrist.

Winking at her, he led her over to the bed and she obediently sat on the edge. Though his long hair draped partly over his eyes Anakin looked at her and ran his hands across her thighs. Spreading her legs, he knelt between them and sucked the candy into his mouth. His long fingers traced paths on the outside of her heated folds and he took a deep breath as he parted them. She was already wet and ready for him and he looked up at her as his tongue snaked out to lick around her folds. Misty shuddered when he opened his lips and ran his teeth across her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Reaching down, she grabbed two handfuls of hair and scooted closer to him, wanting him to devour her. He did not disappoint and plunged his tongue deep inside her. Feeling a cooling tingle mixed with the hotness of his tongue drove her wild. Anakin pressed the mint against her clit and held it there with his teeth, his tongue darting up to rub against it and her. Gasping and moaning, Misty felt him plunge two fingers deep inside her and twist them upward. He rubbed against her sweet spot and gnawed on her clit until she screamed out his name and rewarded him with a rush of her fluids.

He removed his fingers and buried his face in her as she spasamed against him. The sounds of him lapping up her juices made her mad with desire and she yanked harshly on his hair. Lazily, he looked up at her and smiled. His face glistened as he rose up and kissed her. They passed the remains of the candy back and forth, savoring Misty’s tanginess mixed with the peppermint’s sweetness.

A loud knock sounded at the door and Anakin groaned against Misty’s lips. “What is it John?” he bellowed.

“Come on guys. The boys are anxious to see ya.” John hollered.

Misty giggled as Anakin rolled his eyes. “We’ll be there in a few.” he replied as he rolled over on the bed. “Want a shower?”

Nodding her head, Misty rose up and held out her hand. “Wanna come with me?”

Raising his eyebrows, Anakin took her hand. “I thought you’d never ask.”


An hour later, Anakin watched as Misty picked though his shirts, finally trying on a purple silk one. Tying the ends around her waist, she turned to him. “Well?”

Shaking his head and grinning widely, he replied. “It looks a hell of a lot better on you than on me.”

Her eyes twinkled and she flashed him a sly smile. “Well, let’s do this, baby.”

Anakin placed his arm around her waist and waved the door open. The noise in the corridor was almost deafening. Misty saw scantly clad women all over the place and some of them noticed Anakin as they screamed his name and ran toward him. Misty felt a hand land on her shoulder and pull her into a room. She gasped as Anakin let go of her but gave a sigh of relief as she saw John’s drunken smile greeting her.

“Hello love. Welcome to the den of decadence.” John waved her inside and took her by the hand. Misty kept looking over her shoulder trying to find Anakin but he was lost in a sea of groupies. “He’ll be alright love. Not his first time fighting the crazies ya know.”

The door shut and she looked at the large group gathered in the suite. John led her over to Kenny, the band’s drummer. “Don’t think you met this pretty the last time. This is Misty the Muse.”

The short stocky man stood up and bowed. Misty stopped him and threw her arms around his neck, surprising him. “It’s a pleasure to meet the man that keeps Anakin in rhythm.”

Kenny laughed and hugged her back, but quickly came to his senses and stepped back from her. “And to get to meet his Muse. That is a distinct pleasure as well,” he replied, his eyes darting around as if he was a skittish deer listening for a hunter.

John put his arm around her neck and pulled her close to him. “Come on love, you need a drink.”

As John mixed Misty a drink, she sat at the bar and chatted with several interesting people. There were record company execs, roadies and friends. Not to mention the local radio station DJ’s and their hangers-on that were there as well. Misty felt a warm rush of air and turned around to see Anakin standing behind her. “Where’d you come from?” she asked, slightly startled.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he nuzzled against her neck. “I had to get away from the groupies. They wanted to tear me apart.”

Misty snickered. “They are not the only one.”

Kenny walked up and grabbed a bottle of champagne. As he popped the cork, he called for everyone’s attention. “Since we are all here and tomorrow we start back in the studio, I thought it would be good to say a few words.” He raised the bottle, prompting everyone else in the room to raise their drinks as well. “To the best fuckin’ album ever!” He swigged the champagne and turned to John - who head butted him.

John looked around and said. “Let’s get this bloody party going. Where’s the dancers?” He looked to their new manager and he nodded his head as he gestured to one of the guards.

Anakin rolled his eyes. “Now the shit starts. You really wanna see this?”

Misty pursed her lips into a pout. “Just for a little while. It’s my first time ya know.”

Chuckling, he grabbed her hand and led her to the couch in the middle of the room. “Well, you are in for a treat then.” Catching John’s eye, Anakin looked at him and Misty could swear he was talking to John. The dancers came out to whistles and applause of the men in the room. Misty saw John pull one of them to the side and look in her direction. She quickly wheeled around and gave Anakin a curious look.

“What have you done?” Her teeth gritted in mock agitation as she tried to hide her excitement.

Anakin smiled widely and sat back on the couch, placing his hand behind his head. “You said you wanted to see the shit. Here she comes.” He nodded as Misty saw the dancer saunter over to her.

Their manager hit the button on the stereo and AC/DC’s “You Shook Me All Night Long” started up. The dancer peeled off her clothes and placed one leg on either side of Misty as she began to undulate to the song. Misty’s eyes went wide as she stared into the shaved and glitter covered crotch of the dancer. Grasping Anakin’s leg, Misty licked her lips as the perfumed aroma of the dancer wafted to her.

As the song winded down, the girl crouched down and ground against Misty’s leg. Misty could no longer stand it and she grabbed the girl’s hips with one hand and her hair with the other. The dancer’s eyes went wide but she smiled as Misty drew her down to her lips. Growling huskily against her lips, Misty asked. “Is this extra?”

The girl shook her head and shuddered against Misty as she pressed her lips against her’s. Anakin shuffled in his seat as he watched Misty sensually run her tongue along the dancer’s lips. Pulling back and laughing, Misty sat back against Anakin. “Not bad, but I’ve had better.” She smirked as the dancer stood up and walked away.

John stumbled over and sat down in Misty’s lap. “So love, do I get the same treatment?”
His words were very slurred and Misty just laughed at him. She felt Anakin running his hand up her arm and across her shoulder.

“John, my dear, you can have her but not me. I am taken.” She smiled sweetly and turned to kiss Anakin.

“Oh bloody hell. What the fuck ever.” He sputtered and got up from her lap to stumble back to the girls.

Anakin looked at her with a bit of pride in his eyes. He said nothing about it but Misty could tell she must have made the right move because he seemed very pleased with her. Tucking her hair behind her ear, Anakin whispered in her ear. “Are you ready to have a more private party?” His tongue trailed around her ear and he smiled as she quivered.

Weaving her hands in his hair and tugging sharply, looked deep into his eyes. “Does our room have a balcony?”