Padme finds her prize...

A/N: Just a short chapter from me as I deal with other issues. I also would like any feedback regarding this. See what people think and where you’d like to see it go.

Onward!

Padme covered her ears yet the sound did not lessen much less stop. All throughout the hall sounds of sex and people orgasms echoed. And no one is even here. Padme knew it was an echo of the ****. Even with her command of the dark side and narcissism the brunette still had chills running through her entire being. Something bad happened here. The emotions the permeated the stale air were intense, so much that Padme with all her skill in the **** was unable to hide from it. Padme, who could make her sizable cock and balls, her entire connection to the ****, so minimal that she could stand in the Jedi Temple was failing to resist the siren call around her.

Her cock was rock hard at a modest 10 inches long. A thin stream of precum constantly oozed from the tip leaving a trail that denoted her path. Try as she might, Padme couldn’t make her member disappear. This was the smallest it would go, and it felt that with every passing second, every footfall forward, her ability to keep her cock this contained was failing. Did it just swell larger? She thought.

Still, Padme slogged onward. After what felt like hours she reached her goal; her brow was furrowed with sweat, her white outfit drenched from her efforts. The yelling had not dissipated and her member jutted from her groin; over a foot long and an angry red. It throbbed with a mind of it’s own and it took all of the futanari sith’s considerable willpower to not fall into a heap of masturbatory enjoyment.

She entered a large chamber, so massive a starship could fit inside with room to spare. Her eyes widened in wonderment. “Wow….”

The entire perimeter of the room was decorated with statues; each one several meters tall. As Padme explored, she realized each one was a jedi master. She finally came to one that seemed larger than the rest despite being no taller. “You must be Lordess Hoth.”

The long dead futanari was impressive; thickly muscled but still feminine with large breasts and a shapely ass. Yet most exquisite was her cock, the sign of her connection to the ****. The artist must have been intimately familiar with the Lordess, as the stone pillar was detailed down to the individual veins that crossed its’ surface. Padme traced the curving dick, noting that was longer than the Lordess was tall. “You must have been quite powerful.”

She snorted. “Fat lot of good that did you.”

Her initial survey complete, Padme started in towards the center of the room. The **** nexus was growing ever more powerful as neared the center. Her member, no longer content to leave a mere trail of precum, started shooting out wads of sweet nectar.

All at once the voices that had bombarded her had ceased, leaving the tomb deathly quiet. Padme was on edge now; silently she crept forward the only sound coming from her cock: still firing wads of cum. With one final step forward she was at the center. The entire room grew dark as the brunette reached her goal. However, she did not feel elation at her objective. A welling darkness wrapped around her, and penetrate her being. She shivered involuntarily. Her member stopped cumming and retreated. There’s a presence….

Breathing. Heavy Breathing. And it was not her own. Padme hadn’t drawn a breath in over a minute. Which each passing second the sound grew ever closer. Starting to panic, she turned in the direction of the sound, yet it resonated around the entire chamber.

“Come out! Or I’ll blast you with the darkside!” Padme shouted. Her lightsaber assembled in her hand and she snapped the blade on; bathing her surroundings with crimson light. The breathing continued, catlike and elusive. Padme felt fear starting to grip her, and icy presence that clawed at her heart. Her pulsed raced

Out of the darkness a crack light emerged. A crimson blade much like her own. Padme took a step back, her eyes wide at the sight. A figure dressed in jet black armor, invisible save a small panel on her chest. A helmet covered her entire body, the mask something out a nightmare. They raised a single hand and Padme felt something claw at her throat. Her lightsaber tumbled uselessly to the ground as she grabbed at her neck, feeling it being crushed. The brunette felt herself rise of the dusty floor as she continued to clutch at her throat.

Her would be assassin released their grip and Padme fell to the ground. Her breathing came in deep gasps as she tried to **** oxygen back in. The breathing grew closer to her. Padme’s eyes darted around until she focused in on the armored individual, drinking in every curve, every detail of this Sith that brushed her aside so easily. Was this a memory of the past? A vision of the future? Her own mother? Countless thoughts went through her mind. Padme concentrated on the ****, trying anything to stave off her demise.

Her attacker now upon her, Padme did the sensible thing: She passed out.