Padme loses herself

"So...you have a penis now?"

And it was quite the specimen 9 inches long, which wasn't bad in itself, but the girth stole its thunder. A 5 inch circumference, 3 inch wide and 2 inch in depth. It was uncircumcised, indicating in case there was any doubt that was a new edition. An uncircumcised penis was not permitted for males, and females in cases like this, above the age of 14.

And this edition was sheathed in Ahsoka's natural orange skin, a purple head so dark it looked more like a beetle shell. You could say it looked like it was made for Ahsoka.

"Will you help me Padme?" she sounded childlike, and yet her words were indicating no innocence.

'Padme' the brunette told herself 'go find someone who can help. Nothing good will come of you sitting here staring at Ahsoka's...member.'

Padme tried to do just that but Ahsoka's hand reached out for her arm "don't go".

Padme was reeling at the coldness of Ahsoka's hand, it was wet. There wasn't any liquid in sight, yet there was unmistakable moisture on the Togruta's skin.

"Ahsoka, are you sweating or something?" Padme began wondering if she now had a fever.

Ahsoka shook her head, looking at Padme dazedly. Padme examined the hand and indeed it looked like sweat was beading up all over her arm. Except it couldn't be sweat, sweat had an unpleasant smell. This was fumey, scenty, sweet. It smelled wonderful.

Padme tried to refocus and clear her hand, she needed a plan of action.

The situation went from concerning, to embarrassing, to shocking, and recently confusing. But it suddenly became frightening when Ahsoka tugged her sharply closer and smiled rather sinisterly "don't go, stay."

Instanteously Ahsoka's free hand whipped through the air and clapped itself over Padme's mouth and nose. Padme struggled but Ahsoka was strong, she used her former hand to grab around Padme's waist and hold her steady. The other hand gripped tight with its fingers, surely leaving nail marks on Padme's smooth cheek. Padme was unable to breath or fight; all she could do was suck the sweet-smelling moisture deep within.

Padme looked pleadingly into Ahsoka's eyes. Her brightly flashing red eyes. And she knew Ahsoka was not in control of herself, probably didn't even know she was harming Padme.

As Padme looked into her red eyes, she felt the fight leave her. She soon willingly sniffed the lovely aroma, her breaths becoming longer and larger. Her eyes fluttered shut. Her previous emotions of fear and distress, completely over-powered by peace, pleasure and...lust.

She forgot who she was. She forgot about her life outside of Ahsoka's stunning body and gorgeous scent. No thought of Anakin. No conscience. She just enjoyed how Ahsoka was making her feel.

And she wanted that 9 inch member more than anything.

When Ahsoka felt Padme kissing the skin of her palm, she smiled in success. Padme was hers.