Breeding time

Shmi yelps as you then grasp her by the hips with strong, steady hands to drag her off your prick, stopping only at the tip before shoving her back down again. She quickly catches on and picks up in rhythm with the music, adding her own voice to the melody along with the slapping of hips and squelching of shared juices. She clenches her eyes shut as she focuses on the rigidness of your shaft jutting into her, grinding and sawing against all of her walls. You were bigger and longer than any of the other few men she laid with, and far more energetic than Cliegg who, though an attentive lover, was only good for one shot. Something more primal was awakening in the reserved mother of the Chosen One, all because of you.

Unwilling to sit back and let her control the pace for this first coupling, you lean up and take her smaller frame into your arms, then push yourself to your feet in a standing position. This time, gravity takes control of the next downward thrusts and she screams openly, her legs scrambling to wrap around your waist for security. Your hands then drop to her ass and you grip tightly, resuming your own thrusts into her overflowing pussy.

"Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes...!" she whispers madly every time you rut into her.

"Did Cliegg ever fuck you like this?" you growl competitively.

"Don't bring him up, just fuck me!" she begs, a request you're all too happy to oblige.

She can barely hold on as you pound into her in earnest, her screams now drowning out the forgotten music. She claws at your back and bites at your shoulders as another orgasm approaches. Without warning, she crashes over the edge a second time, now with a heavy spray of squirt dowsing your legs. You then stop and hold her tight against you as she rides the aftershocks of her climax.

"That's two," you whisper into her ear. "I wonder how many times I can make you cum before you finally pass out?"

She doesn't answer, too caught up in the sensory overload of her strongest orgasm yet. Chuckling under your breath, you turn and lay her on the bed then resume your thrusting at a far more subdued pace. She groans deliriously in your grasp, grinding against your cockhead on every entry. Back and forth you saw into her, dragging yourself between her walls with long, deliberate strokes. She grasps tightly at your head as you lean down and suck a stiffened nipple into your mouth, flicking and scraping the sensitive nub with your tongue and teeth.

"Faster Michael, faster please..." she pleads with the fuck-me eyes of a teenager.

You oblige as you feel her pussy clamp down on you like a vice, surprising even you with how utterly tight she had become. You let out a groan of your own as your thrusts grow faster, the bedroom echoing with the wet slaps of your coupling. As Shmi inches closer to her third orgasm of the night, she seals her lips to yours in a ****, searing kiss, squealing into your mouth as carnal desire surges through her body. Your tongue twists and crosses sloppily with hers, the both of you caught up in a sweaty tangle of limbs.

"Close... close!" she gasps out in pleasure.

Steeling yourself against the maddening sensations of her pussy working itself on your cock, you drill her even harder and snake a hand down between your bodies, your finger pushing through the curls of her bush to her swollen clit. She shudders violently as you roll the pad of your thumb against that little ball of nerves, screeching her release with an unholy scream.

"Fuuuuuuuuck!" she cries out as full body spasms rock her, nearly bucking you off.

"And that's three!" you declare loudly as you yank your prick from her clenching pussy, a stream of squirt spraying over you.

"No!" she yells in a moment of clarity. "Get back in there, don't stop! Don't you dare stop!"

"You insatiable slut!" you roar as she grabs you by the dick and ass, and shoves you back into her drooling cunt.

Your lusty aura was driving her mad it seemed, and the desire to breed her grew stronger than ever. Drilling her into a constant state of orgasm, you feel the familiar heat boiling in your balls once more.

"Beg for it Shmi," you growl into her ear. "Beg for my cum inside you!"

"Do it you animal!" she screams. "Fill me up! Make me a mother again!"

"Fuck!" you growl as your dick bursts inside of her.

She leans up and grabs you tightly, mashing her lips against yours as she dutifully milks your load into her womb. Wanton moans spill out of her mouth with every spurt you fired, filling her to the brim with your virile essence. So great is the deluge that excess spunk is shoved out of her contracting pussy and spills onto the bed, leaving the both of you in a nasty pool of sexual fluids. Shmi Skywalker, mother of Anakin Skywalker, was now yours in mind, body, and soul.

Who was Cliegg again?