Star Wars: Reunion

Star Wars: Reunion

It is a dark time for the galaxy. Chancellor Palpatine has revealed himself to be the Sith Lord Darth Sidious and has unleashed a scheme decades in the making. Proclaiming himself Emperor of the galaxy, he mercilessly hunts down the Jedi, hoping to exterminate them once and for all. His plan has not been completely successful though. Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker resisted the temptation of the dark side and escaped Palpatine's clutches. On the run from the very Clone Army he used to lead, he receives a message from another Jedi survivor, one he hasn't seen in a long time. Relieved that he's not alone, Anakin heads for the Lynxar System to be reunited with an old friend...

“Hi, Sky Guy,” Ahsoka said. “Hi yourself,” Anakin said, grinning. She’d filled out alright. Her head tails were longer, making her closer in resemblance to Master Shaak Ti. They hung down the front of her torso, following the curve of her bosom, which was far more curvy than it used to be. Anakin doubted the tube top his former apprentice used to wear would have been enough to support the C-cups she was rocking now. Instead she was wearing a fairly standard Jedi tunic, all plain beige with a belt around her waist, except the tunic seemed to be a few sizes too small for her and displayed a rather gratuitous amount of cleavage. She was lean and tall, athletic without being too muscled. Anakin imagined her skin had darkened a little as well, more red as opposed to the lighter tone orange it used to be. Ahsoka must have noticed that he was studying her, because her next words were slightly annoyed.

“Up here, Skywalker,” Chagrined, Anakin realized he had been staring. “You…look good,” he said lamely. Ahsoka raised her eyebrows, sceptically. “And I didn’t before? That’s a backhanded compliment, master,” Anakin fumbled for words, suddenly self-conscious. ”I-uh didn’t mean to-,” Ahsoka broke out in laughter, surprising him. It was a light and breezy sound, and sounded musical to Anakin‘s ears. “Relax, I’m just kidding. Don’t be so tense for Force’s sake,” she said, moving to Anakin and giving him a hearty slap on the back. “It’s good to see you again,” she said, her tone suddenly serious. Her hand lingered on his back, sending a small chill down Anakin’s spine.

Trying to reassert his usually confident mannerisms, Anakin responded. “Good to see you too, Snips,” He smiled warmly. “If anyone made it, I knew it would be you. And I’m very glad it was,” She smiled back at him. She stood almost as tall as him now, her eyes were still big and expressive He noticed the markings on her face had changed slightly, the white striped-pattern arranged in a way that seemed to emphasize her pouty, dark red lips. As she smiled, he noticed that some of her teeth were longer than he remembered. They looked sharp, like miniature white knives. She closed her mouth, as if suddenly self-conscious, and dropped her hand from his back. “I hope they didn’t creep you out,” she said, turning her head away from him, avoiding eye-contact. “What, your teeth?”
“Yeah, “ she said. “They do have that effect on some people,”
“Not on me,” Anakin said. “No?” Ahsoka said uncertainly, turning back to him again. “They make you look dangerous,” he said, a goofy grin on his face. “You like that?” Ahsoka asked, a look in her eyes Anakin hadn’t seen before. Was she..? “ I think I do,” he said. “I’m glad,” Ahsoka replied. There was a moment of silence. “Let’s get inside before the rain starts,” Ahsoka said and started walking toward the two-story building across the landing platform, throwing on her hood as she went.

A little thrown by her sudden change in demeanour, Anakin followed her. Had she really been flirting with him? Or was he just so lonely after Padme’s death that he had started projecting his feelings on the other woman who’d been important to him? Ahsoka was a togruta after all, as well as a few years younger than him. And of course, they were both Jedi. But then again, now that the order lay in ruins, did that really matter? Ahsoka moved fast, and he hurried to catch up with her, throwing on his own hood as he felt the first drops of rain from the overcast sky dampen his face. His eyes drifted to Ahsoka’s ass, though her cloak flowing behind her hindered him from getting a look at the booty he was sure was there. His thoughts drifted to Obi-Wan. Though he’d never said as much, Anakin knew his friend had always had a thing for Shaak Ti. He’d often caught him casting discreet glances at the togrutan Jedi Master’s assets, though the times she’d chosen to dress provocatively were few and far between. He’d understood though. There was something exotic, something fierce and wild about togrutan women. The teeth only helped to emphasize their predatory nature. He’d heard tales about togrutan women in seedy cantinas. They were as wild as they looked, they said. In bed, that was. Once you went togrutan, you couldn’t go back. Nothing compared, apparently. Anakin’s only real point of reference was Padme. She was sexy as hell when she wanted to be and bedding her was among Anakin’s most amazing experiences ever, but she'd always been fairly calm and passive in bed, always wanting her love-making to be tender and gentle. Not that Anakin had anything against that, but he wondered what it was like with a woman who was wild, who wanted to be in control. A woman who was willing to try things. Padme had never been willing to let Anakin go in through the rear entrance, nor had she been willing to give him a blowjob. He’d tried several times to bring up the subject in a subtle way, but had been shot down instantly every time.

“Your emotions betray you, Anakin,” It took him a moment to realize that Ahsoka had spoken. He’d been so deep in his own head he’d barely noticed that he’d almost reached the entrance of the building. Ahsoka was standing at the door, her hood thrown back, a cryptic smile on her face. Fuck, she looked beautiful. “What do you mean?” he said. “Please, I know you. I can read you like an open book. You’re…,” she paused for effect. “…excited,” Anakin gulped audibly. Still smiling enigmatically, she parted her lips, showing her teeth, then extended her tongue, lazily letting it drift around her upper lip, caressing it. Anakin grew hard, the bump showing in his pants. Ahsoka noticed it too, her smile turning warm, as if she’d just received a wonderful compliment. “You want me,” she said breathlessly. It was as much a statement as question.

Before Anakin even had time to stammer out a coherent response, Ahsoka was on her knees in front of him, unclasping his belt. Her brow was furred in concentration as she removed his pants, then impatiently tore off his underwear as well. Finally seeing his cock in all it’s out-stretched glory, she looked up at him, her face radiant. “I’ve wanted this for a long time, sky guy,” she said. Then she plunged his cock into her mouth and blew Anakin’s mind by actually taking it all in at once. He could only let out a stifled moan in response. She held that position for a few seconds, Anakin standing slack-jawed in pleasure. There came a bubbling sound from deep in Ahsoka's throat, and she pulled back, gagging wildly. "Ahsoka!" Anakin said, concerned. "You don't need to--I mean," She looked up at him, a wild look in her eyes, as if she were challenging him. "I thought you liked things dangerous," she said, in between breaths. "Well, Yeah," he said lamely. "So do I," she said, grabbing his cock and taking it all in again. Having learned her lesson, she came back for air sooner this time, then took it in again, all the way. She started doing it faster and faster, settling in to a steady rhythm. Anakin realized he was fucking her throat standing still.

Far too soon, he realized he was going to blow his load. Ahsoka looked up at him, not interrupting the blowjob, as if she'd sensed the very same thing in the Force. Maybe she had. She pulled back her mouth, gagging a little, but she kept stimulating her former master expertly with her hands. "I want you to cum on my face," she said. "Is that okay?" Dumbfounded by the question and unable to concentrate, Anakin just nodded. She smiled fiercely at him and increased the speed of her hands, moving them so fast up and down Anakin's cock that they were a blur. He tried holding back as long as he could, not wanting it to end. But the sight of Ahsoka on her knees was too much to bear. Her tunic had started to slip off, revealing more of her shapely figure. From his point of view Anakin could see all the way down the front. Her breasts were amazing from this angle. She looked up at him expectantly, her mouth open and her long, pink tongue extended. He came, showering Ahsoka's perfect face with a fountain of white goo.

She seemed to relish it, lapping it up as it came. She pressed out every last drop, then released his cock with a final kiss from her pouty, white-streaked lips. Anakin sagged, spent. Curiously, he saw that his cum had intermixed with Ahsoka's white facial markings, seemingly creating a new pattern. She rose to her feet, wiping off the cum he hadn't been able to reach with her tongue. The new pattern Anakin had imagined he saw disappeared. "How was it?" she asked. At that moment she sounded very much like an insecure young girl hoping she hadn't failed to meet master’s expectations. It sounded so weird contrasted with the confident young woman she had gave the impression of having become. “It was fucking awesome,” he said. Ahsoka broke into a radiant smile, showing those sharp teeth Anakin found increasingly sexy.


Realizing he was as hard as ever, Anakin decided it was time to repay Ahsoka in kind. One fantasy fulfilled, he wondered if he could try that other thing Padme had never been willing to do. “Ahsoka, how do you feel about- ”Anal?” she interrupted him, lifting an eyebrow suggestively. “How did you-” Anakin asked incredulously. “Like I said, master. I know you. Better than you think,” She lowered herself to the permacrete ground, on her hands and knees. She lifted the tunic off her ass, revealing large, bouncy-looking butt cheeks. She was wearing white panties, so drenched by her own juices they were practically see-through, giving Anakin a nice view of her pussy lips. She ripped the panties off. She looked back over her shoulder, a seductive look in her eyes. “Take me hard,” she said.


Anakin happily obliged. He approached her, cock in hand, as she held her butt cheeks wide to give her lover access. It was still a tight fit as Anakin slowly slid his whole length into her ass, She moaned, a sound of pure pleasure. Anakin was almost afraid he’d blow his load right there and then. She looked back at him, a slightly blissed out expression on her face. “I have to warn you,” she said. “I’m a screamer,”


She wasn’t kidding.