“Actually,” Padme smiled as she came closer, swaying her bare hips from side to side. Anakin gulped as she stopped next to him, placing a hand on his arm. “Can you keep a secret?” The sandy haired blond swallowed hard, trying not to stare at her barely covered breasts while she was batting her large doe eyes at him. He nodded and she leaned forward, threatening to let her nipples slip out from that thin strip of cloth. “I am the queen.” Anakin’s eyes widened. He couldn’t tell whether or not she was serious—the glow in her eyes suggested that she was enjoying herself, but her smile was seductive. “I’m on the run from the evil Trade Federation,” she continued, hugging your arm against her body. “We managed to escape, but our ship was damaged and we were forced here. I’ve disguised myself as a Handmaiden so I could explore this strange new world.”
Anakin swallowed hard again as he felt her fingers dance across the top of his thigh, right above his throbbing manhood. He’d never been so near a woman before, especially one so beautiful who was looking at him so expectantly.
“So, Anakin,” Padme murmured, “What can a queen do for fun around here?”
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