Humor her request

“… Alright then, Ivy. If you’ll tell us where to go, then we can have a bit of fun first.” Obi-Wan replied, wincing a bit in pleasure on his face as Ivy’s soft lips deepened their smile.

“I thought you’d come around, I’m certain you all will have a splendid time in my Garden.” Ivy replied, stroking the two Jedi Cocks with greater vigor and speed. Both of them groaned and moaned as their shafts were expertly pumped by this gardeners practiced and precise hands.

But it only got better when she brought her plump lips to kiss at Obi-Wans cocks head, before pressing down and wrapping her lips around the Jedis shaft as well.

“Urghmmmm… You’ve… Ah.. Certainly got talent Ivy…” Obi-Wan managed to mutter out as he felt his whole cock getting the overwhelming sensation of pleasure spread throughout it.

“How kind, but we’re just getting started my dears.” Ivy replied with a pop of her lips off of Obi-Wans cock so she could quickly swap to sucking on Anakins shaft instead.

-

Ventress watched from the side as the two Jedi were being serviced by this gardener woman. She had a slight pout on her face, dissapointed in these two for getting distracted and indulging like this just for the promise of some directions. But as she watched, her eyes couldn’t help but trail along the beauties body, and back and fourth between the two Jedi cocks. Their thick shafts now glistening with the wet embrace of Ivy’s mouth, her kneeling figure waving her tits as she swapped from cock to cock to suck…

Ventress sat and leaned back against the tree. They weren’t going anywhere for a moment it seemed, so she may as well relax… right? Yes… It made sense to relax here and watch…

Her hands wandered down her belly to between her legs, finding no pants and or panties to resist letting her fingers explore her evidently wet pussy. She let out a small moan as she felt her fingers against herself, but she kept quiet as possible to enjoy the show…

-

Both Anakin and Obi-Wan moaned as Ivy swapped between stroking and sucking them both, their cocks twitching at the sensation of her hands and lips. She was nothing short of an expert with her mouth and and hands…

Then suddenly, she popped her mouth off Anakins cock, stroking it a bit more before pulling her hands back and standing from off her knees.

The two Jedi looked at her confused, before she stepped toward Obi-Wan and pressed her ass out to present to Anakin with her leaf cloth peeling away to reveal her pale green curvy ass to the Jedi.

“Come on then, show me what else you’ve got big boy.” Ivy cooed as she swayed her hips, inviting Anakin in to take a hold of her rear and use it for himself.

Anakin paused, his thoughts clawing at him that he shouldn’t. He was married after all, and even if this was for information it still felt like a betrayal to Padme… but even with the screaming in his own ear it was almost nothing more than a whisper compared to the burning warmth and tingling in his body and especially his cock. He decided to compromise the two sides of his desires.

Anakins hands did take hold of Ivy’s hips, holding her in place before bringing his cock up behind her. While her pussy lips were wet and ready, it wasn’t his target. Instead, Anakin brought his cock head to press against Ivy’s asshole, forcing a gasp from her lips, before he shoved his shaft into her backdoor.

Ivy threw her head back, whipping her red hair before she begun to recoil from Anakins Powerful thrusts into her tightest hole.

She didn’t stay dazed long though, looking back to Obi-Wan with devious satisfaction.

“You’re friend is rather bold.” She stated.

“You have no idea, Ivy.” Obi-Wan replied, as he felt Ivy’s hand return to stroking him.

“Oh, I’ve got some idea alright.” Ivy countered with a wink before she leaned back down to scoop Obi-Wans cock back into the mouth, sucking him while Anakin kept pounding at her ass.

All three of those involved in the spit roasting threesome moaned out as the humping and sucking continued, their minds lost in the haze of pleasure shared between them. To the side, Ventress fingered herself more vigorously, licking her fingers before plunging them back in while her other hand caressed at her breast. She couldn’t help but watch as the two Jedi ravaged the Gardener Girl, a part of her wishing they had used herself like that in the past when they managed to catch her…

Finally, the two Jedi started to feel their limit approaching.

“Ivy…” Anakin grunted.

“I’m going to…” Obi-Wan added, feeling the passion of his apprentice across from him as he held Ivy’s head and guided her head to keep bobbing up and down his shaft.

Ivy paid no head, in fact she sucked and slammed her hips back with greater vigor as if trying to milk the climax from the both. And in a few moments she succeeded.

Anakin and Obi-Wan groaned out as their balls and shafts twitched and rope after rope of cum started to shoot out form their cocks right into Ivy’s waiting holes. Soon, white liquid was leaking from Ivy’s ass and lips to the grass below.

At last Anakin and Obi-Wan pulled back and panted to regain their energy, while Ivy knelt for a moment while she moaned and gulped down the remainder of Obi-Wans cum in her mouth.

“Mmmmm, delicious.” Ivy whispered out before she stood once more.

“Yeah… That was… Wow…” Anakin had to admit.

“Indeed. Now then Ivy, as much as I’d like to stay, you promised to show us where we need to go.” Obi-Wan inquired, leaning against one of the trees as he recovered.

“That I did.” Ivy said, pointing towards the opposite end of the Garden where the trio had entered.

“You’ll want to head through that hall and take a right all the way down until you reach the elevator. From there, you can get to the lower levels.” Ivy explained.

“Why thank you, we’ll just be - Huh?” Obi-Wan began before he felt something tug at his wrists and looked up to see a pair of vines wrapping themselves around his arms.

Anakin snapped his gaze to his masters sudden plight before he felt something wrap around his legs, and before he knew it he was tugged off his feet and held upside down in the air.

Ventress gasped, but she faired no better as vine tentacles wrapped around her waist and torso, binding her to the tree she had laid against to tend to herself before her legs and wrists were similarly bound.

“Ivy?! What’s the meaning of this?” Obi-Wan demanded as the vines started to pull him up and off the ground.

“Oh don’t fret. I said I’d show you where to go, not that I’d let you go. No no no, you’re all mine in this Garden, my dear Obi-Wan.” Ivy replied with a thick smugness in her voice.

“You knew who we were from the start?!” Anakin cursed out, wrestling with the vines trying to secure his wrists.

“Sorry dear, but the Goddess keeps us well informed on those who would refuse her gift. But don’t worry, I’ll be sure to show you the light soon enough.” Ivy replied, watching as each of the run-aways were getting nicely wrapped up in her trap.