Anakin and Padm�: The Holocam

In the weeks following the recording of their first sex holovid, Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidala had enjoyed an amazing sex life, their passion enflamed every time they re-watched the recording. Padmé felt that being able to play back every erotic detail, freeze-framing moments and zooming in to capture their coupling in all its glory, was incredibly exciting. She had never so much as seen the cover of a pornvid in her life, yet she often found herself bringing herself off in the privacy of her bedroom with the holographic forms of her and Anakin fucking each other senseless in front of her.



It had spiced up their shared moments of pleasure, also. Anakin had fortuitously been spared the prospect of returning to the frontlines for the next month, so he spent every second away from the Temple in Padmé's company. Unfortunately, Padmé had her own duties to attend to, and was often forced to abandon one of many long sessions of lovemaking to race to some Senate meeting or other. One such occasion saw the couple having to hurridly divest Padmé's body of a modest layer of Wrosyhr syrup Anakin had been in the process of removing rather more languidly. Padmé had only just arrived at the Senate Building in time for a very important meeting with the Senator of Corellia, and was sure she had felt something sticky dribbling down her leg throughout their conversation.



It was several, blissful weeks after Anakin had introduced Padmé to the wonders of the holocam. When Padmé arrived back from the afternoon's Session of Congress, she found Anakin waiting in their bedroom wearing a simple robe and a broad grin. She smiled back, running into his arms and locking her lips around his hungrily. She managed to disentangle her tongue long enough to whisper huskily, “Bed?” but Anakin appeared to have something else on his mind. He gently drew his wife away, and gestured to the bed, upon which lay the holocam surrounded by hydrospanners, sonic screwdrivers and other tools. He had been tinkering again.



“I've made something for you,” he said with a touch of pride. “I updated the internal tri-dimensional bio-capture modules for full-band, solid-state image capture and processing.”



Padmé looked blank, though was nevertheless eager to learn what improvements Anakin had made to the handy little droid. “In Basic…?” she asked with a wry smile.



Anakin reached out and activated the droid, which jetted into the air and hovered on its repulsor. “Watch,” he said. A moment later, the droid's projection plate switched on, and a beam of multi-coloured light fanned from the lens and across the room. Padmé turned from her husband to find herself looking at…her husband.



The droid was projecting a full-size, full-colour image of Anakin Skywalker, standing nonchalantly by Padmé's dresser, haloed by an aura of blue-tinged light. Padmé stepped closer, marvelling at the detail of the hologram; every one of his tousled hairs had been digitized and relayed, as had those of the loose-fitting dressing gown the apparition was wearing. Impressed, Padmé circled the holoprojection, finding that Anakin's body had been recorded as a completely three-dimensional image; the solid-seeming holo looked almost as good as the real thing.



The “real thing” himself had moved closer to Padmé as she rounded his holographic double, and now encircled his arms around her waist from behind. Anakin lowered his lips to her neck, planting kisses upon her flushing flesh, his hands softly caressing her abdomen over her robes.



Padmé sighed at his touch, though continued to regard the faux-Anakin, still standing still before her. “It's amazing,” she breathed. “It's so real.”



“That's not all,” Anakin whispered back, and with a wave of his hand, activated another function of the holodroid. Instantly, the Anakin hologram sprang to life, evidently having been a recording made by the Jedi Knight prior to Padmé's arrival. The hologram shifted in place, blue eyes blinking every so often.



Behind his wife, Anakin raised a hand in greeting, and a moment after, the hologram raised its hand in a lazy salute. Padmé heard Anakin's chuckle. “Very clever,” she commented with a smile, then gasped again as Anakin's hand moved lower to brush over her groin.



In front of her, the faux-Anakin was untying the belt that cinched its robe, letting the gown fall open to reveal a digital representation of her husband's beautiful body. His pectorals stood out on his tanned chest, their bronzed hue captured perfectly by the holocam, layered with a thin sheen of perspiration that belied the work he had spent on the droid. Padmé's eyes were instinctively drawn lower down, to where the hologram's cock hung long and limp between its muscular legs. Her eyes gleamed and Padmé licked her lips instinctively at the sight. "Impressive," she managed to gasp, "caught every little detail."



"Not so little," Anakin retorted lightly, and pressed himself against Padmé's back, making sure his wife felt the throbbing erection held tight in his pants. She moaned aloud as she felt Anakin's length, hard against her ass, knowing that he was enjoying this little game just as much as she.



Anakin continued lavishing his attention on Padmé's body, hands roving across the fabric that separated him from her beautiful, creamy flesh. He seemed to have worked out the timing of his one-man (well, almost) performance, as his hands began ascending to cup Padmé's breasts through her dress even as the holo-Anakin began to stroke its flaccid cock in front of her.



Padmé's eyes were fixed on the sight, though she could not help moaning in arousal as Anakin caressed her globes in his large hands. She watched as the holo-Anakin pleasured himself, his cock growing hard and dripping with precum even as Padmé felt herself becoming wet at the sight of her husband performing for her. The hands on her body unzipped her top, letting it fall to the floor and exposing the Senator's tits to the cool air of the bedroom, though seconds later they were covered by those roaming hands, kneading them and rubbing against the hardened nubs of her nipples. Padmé melted back into Anakin's embrace as he caressed her, throwing her head back against his shoulder as Anakin returned his lips to her slender neck. The young Jedi began trailing sloppy kisses down Padmé's neck, while still his fingers worked deftly over her teats. Padmé reached up and tangled her fingers in his long, tousled hair, ensuring he did not cease his ministrations.



On the contrary, Anakin paused only to divest Padmé of her loose-fitting pants, letting them pool around her ankles as his fingers swept in to perform an onslaught on her puffy pussy lips and hardened clit. Although his actions caused Padmé's moans to increase in pitch, her eyes were locked on his holographic double, who was now bent over slightly, jerking himself off earnestly, his cock fully erect. He was looking out in Padmé's general direction -- though she told herself he was meeting her gaze -- an expression of rapture on his flushed face.



Suddenly, Padmé felt an orgasm take her, her attention ripped momentarily from her holo-husband's act of self-pleasure as she arched her back against Anakin's bare torso. Her flesh-and-blood lover, now in as much a state of undress as his recorded counterpart, had entered her, his thick shaft lodged firmly and deeply within her tightness, his bulging head swelling deliciously inside her. "Oh! Anakin!" Padmé screamed, and cried out as he began to move inside her gushing snatch, snapping his hips back and forth, sliding himself between her wet, inner walls. He was still holding her in a powerful embrace, so Padmé could do nothing but stand, legs apart, and allow the sensations to wash over her, Anakin's grunts in her ear, his breath hot against her cheek, his double now jerking his hips against his pumping hand, mimicking Anakin's sensual movements.



Padmé felt her knees weaken, and sagged against Anakin's rocking body, allowing him to press yet deeper inside her warmth. Taking this as his cue, Anakin pitched forwards, lowering himself and his wailing lover to the soft carpet. "How about a -- unh! -- new angle?" he grunted as he spread Padmé's quivering legs with his knees, propping her up in a kneeling position on the snug carpet. Content to let her husband have his way with her, Padmé rested her head on her arms, quite unable to support herself. Anakin grasped her waist and renewed his pace, rolling his hips and ramming in and out of his beautiful wife with gusto. Padmé's unceasing moans became a prolonged stammer as she was physically jerked back and forth, propelled on Anakin's pistoning rod.



Anakin then rocked back on his heels, raising Padmé onto his lap as he knelt, shins pressed into the carpet, still rocking his hips with powerful strokes. This brought Padmé level with holo-Anakin's pulsating member as it slid between his clenched fingers. Padmé gazed at it, bare inches away from her face, as it began to jerk madly. She gasped, watching Anakin's cock as it pulsed and jetted a stream of spunk over Padme's head -- while, nestled in her wetness, Anakin grunted and shot a second load of considerably hotter and wetter sperm deep inside his wife. Instananeously, still staring at the cum-disgorging cock in front of her, Padmé came, screaming, clenching around the real thing and causing Anakin to topple onto his back, sinking into the thick, comfortable fabric below.



The faux-Anakin's final spurts of love-juice dripped down between Padmé's legs as she and Anakin fought to regain their breath. Anakin managed to call on the Force to freeze the hologram, capturing himself in a state of sheer ecstacy: head thrown back, sweat-slicked muscles rippling, one hand still firmly grasping his engorged, reddened member. Padmé could have gazed up at the picture of perfection forever.



She turned instead to Anakin, rolling onto her stomach atop him, planting her hands on his pecs. "That was wonderful," she breathed, smiling down at him. He grinned back.



"It was my pleasure," he said, and pulled his wife in for a kiss, his double standing like a sentinel, watching silently over the couple as the sole observer of a new and energetic bout of lovemaking.