You return home to a possessive Shmi

After over an hour of constant orgasm, Asajj finally falls limp in your arms, the Dathomiri witch trembling with aftershocks as her mind slips into unconsciousness. Even you shudder as you put an end to your shared orgasm with every nerve in your body tingling madly from over-stimulation. You struggle to climb to your feet with your lover still clinging to you in your arms but your legs give out and you fall back into your puddle of spunk. Laughing at yourself, you settle for using a cleansing spell to clear away the copious amount of sexual fluids from your rutting while you catch your breath beneath a clear and sunlit sky.

Thanks to your actions, sunlight was now once more free to reach the jungle surface for the first time in nearly five thousand years now that the Dark Side and the influence of the Sith was removed. Indeed, you couldn't feel a single trace of the Dark Side anywhere on Dromund Kaas. This opened up new possibilities for the planet, including as a candidate to be the seat of an Empire once more; your Empire.

"Master..."

You hear Asajj murmur softly in her sleep as she nuzzles her head into the crook of your neck. She clung to you tightly like a little girl and her teddy bear, albeit a lewd teddy bear who remained buried balls deep inside of a grown woman. Smiling to yourself, you test your strength once more and try to stand. You succeed now that there's nothing to slip on. Your business on Dromund Kaas concluded for the time being, you vanish from the spot and return to the Star Forge for some much needed rest.

Moments later, you were back in your personal chambers. Gently so as not to wake her, you lift the sleeping Ventress from your prick and lay her down in your bed, no small feat with how tightly she had clung to you. You had just finished tucking her in when Shmi walks up to you clad in an enticing black, semi-transparent silk robe.

"Who have you brought home with you, my love?" she asks curiously.

"This is Asajj Ventress. Treat her well for she shall be living with us from now on," you answer.

"Oh... as you wish..."

Her tone of disappointment doesn't go unnoticed.

"Does this bother you, my dear Shmi?"

"Forgive me but..." she begins hesitantly. "I had hoped I would have you... to myself."

Her bashful honesty brings a smile to your face and you step forward to caress her cheek. She shudders in pleasure at your touch.

"You shall always have me," you say soothingly. "But know that more girls will come. I will need a matron to help them through their pregnancies. Will you do this for me?"

Your caresses leave her breathless as she leans into your hand. Her eyes flutter closed as she murmurs her answer.

"Yes."

You feel your dick standing at attention once more and it presses up against her stomach as you step forward to embrace her. Shmi smiles coyly at you and reaches down, only it isn't her bare hand that wraps around your hardened flesh but the satiny sensation of her robe. You groan out loud as she gently pumps you through the delicate fabric.

"These young tramps will never make it if they can't please you fully without passing out," she growls possessively. "You need the touch of a real woman before you're satisfied don't you?"

"Holy shit Shmi," you say with a shudder as she speeds up the pace.

You don't know how she was doing this with just her hands but you feel a new load building up quickly which came as a shock to you considering how much you had already dumped into Asajj. Now that you think about it, Shmi has indeed kept up with your libido brilliantly as the two of you would sometimes rut for hours at a time. You wonder if your powers have boosted her sex drive but only one thing was certain right now; your dick was twitching madly for release.

"That's it baby," she coos into your ear. "Just like this. Dirty my robe with your hot spunk."

Her second hand joins her first to milk you. One pumps swiftly along your shaft while the other encases your throbbing head and rotates. Refusing to be outdone, you reach down to her own crotch, your hand fishing through her robes and seeking out her soaking cunt. Your fingers easily spear into her clutching heat, pressing upwards with every penetration as your digits grind against her g-spot. Her control slips with your counter attack and you feel her legs buckle from the pressure. You wonder how pent up she was when you arrived as she was quickly approaching orgasm as well.

Growling like an animal in heat, you push her backwards until she's pressed against the wall and your lips crash together in desperation, your hand slapping loudly against her pussy as you violently finger her.

"You're making me cum, Shmi," you gasp.

"Cum with me darling," she whines against your lips. "I'm cumming for you too!"

The floodgates come undone as you unload into her hand, long sticky ropes being caught by her palm as she milks you through your release. It spills down your shaft, slicking up her pumps with a lovely warmth. Despite this, her grip slightly slackens and she loses rhythm as her own orgasm rushes through her. Your rough fingering has her squirting her own ejaculate across your legs and onto the floor, and a howl erupts from her throat. As great as it felt to be milked manually by her hands, there was only one place you wanted to finish before your orgasm subsided.

Shmi nods madly as you lift her leg with your free hand, immediately releasing your spewing cock from her grip as you shove yourself into her spritzing pussy. It was in that moment that you realized that a **** Bond forged of passion and lust had formed between you two, as the sudden pleasure she experienced from being filled rebounded onto you and restarted your already intense orgasm.

"Yes!" she cries out. "That's where you belong! That's where your precious seed belongs!"

"Take it Shmi! Take it all until I can't cum anymore!"

This was new. This was far stronger than any orgasm you've had yet. Every time you shot another volley of cum into Shmi's pussy, she shuddered with a miniature orgasm. This then rounded full-circle back into you, immediately restoring your stamina as well as restarting your ejaculation. And this repeated back and forth. Over, and over, and over again. It dawned on you; an empathetic link, and it was overloaded with lust.

You had read somewhere that close couples were able to feel each others emotions no matter how far apart they were in distance. It was on a subconscious level that told a person if their lover or spouse was feeling joyous, depressed, outraged, and so on. This would also include sex as couples would consistently agree that shared passion was far more intense than something one-sided.

A sliver of fear grew in your mind as the seventeenth repetition crashed into your stumbling bodies as you carry her towards the bathroom. God powers aside, you did not want to spill cum all over your bedroom floor as the gravity of your situation hit you full ****. You found yourselves trapped within a fuck-feedback loop of pleasure that, if you continued to lose control, would have the both of you mindlessly orgasmic for days on end!

"Michael!" Shmi suddenly shouts as you stumble into the tub, the hot water whisking away your excessive cum down its drain. "I can't stop! I can't stop cumming! Oh Gods, it's happening again!"

"Fuck Feedback, Shmi!" you manage to answer her as your dick lurches once again. "I can't stop it either- FUCK!"

You gripped each other tightly, squeezing and kneading every inch of flesh you could get your hands on as the ecstasy consumed you. It wasn't stopping. It simply wasn't stopping no matter how hard you wished for it to be true. All you could do now was sit and pray, your powers now good for only one thing; survival.