Vote of No Confidence (Star Wars Padme x alien worm Commission) (Excerpt - Opening Scene)

Padmé Amidala, the senator and former queen of Naboo, had an important session of the senate to prepare for. The following day, the senate would debate and likely put forward a vote on whether or not to allocate funding toward the construction of permanent military stations that would outlast the war, particularly to monitor former Separatist sections of space in the event of their defeat.

She had always had a vested interest in minimal military build-up, and that had not changed even in spite of the ongoing war. Ever the idealist, she wanted to focus on deescalation of further conflict and violence after the war was over, win or lose. As such, her mind was set on representing the senators opposed to further military buildup and was prepared to give a speech affirming that position during the session.

For now, however, she needed to unwind before preparing herself for tomorrow’s speech, in the best way she knew how: making love to her Jedi husband.

Padmé moaned atop her bed as Anakin Skywalker’s hips thrust into her over and over again, his cock pushing in and out of her wet pussy. Her arms and legs wrapped around his muscular body as he plowed into her, his head nestled against her chest and sucking one of her nipples into his mouth as he did.

“Oh yes…Ani!” Padmé moaned as she met each of his thrusts with her own. Their bodies glistened with sweat as the sun crept up through the windows of Padmé’s Coruscant penthouse. They were both getting close to their limit as he began to grunt and her breathing kicked up a notch. Padmé ran her fingers through his brown hair and Anakin reached down and began stroking her clit with his thumb as his cock pushed steadily in and out of her.

Her husband stroking her sensitive nub pushed her even closer to her climax. She was only moments away, and…

Both Padmé and Anakin froze in place as Anakin’s communicator device began to chime. Padmé looked into Anakin’s face questioningly, but Anakin merely shook his head, his cock still inside her and twitching slightly with his lingering arousal.

“Ignore it,” Anakin murmured, leaning down and kissing her. Padmé could hardly disagree, and she kissed him back as he began rolling his hips again, sliding his cock in and out of her and picking up where they left off.

A moment later, his communicator rang again. Anakin’s head dropped and he let out a frustrated groan. Padmé also let out a disappointed sigh. But being the more responsible of the pair, she shook her head despite how badly she had been anticipating her own release.

“You need to answer it, Anakin. It could be something important.”

Reluctantly, Anakin nodded and sighed, slipping his erection out of her and rolling off the bed to retrieve the holocommunicator from the nightstand. He flicked on the communicator.

“Anakin, where are you?” the voice of Obi-wan Kenobi could be heard on the communicator. Padmé used the bed sheet to cover up her breasts even though Obi-wan could not see either of them through the communicator. She often wondered if Obi-wan suspected anything regarding their secret marriage. Thus far they seemed to maintain their secret, and she was not keen on pushing their luck and slipping up.

“Sorry Master, I was held up,” Anakin said, trying to keep the edge out of his voice. “What is going on?”

“The Separatists have launched a counteroffensive to retake Ryloth. We cannot afford to lose that system to the Separatists again. The Council wants the 212th and the 501st to repel the counterattack. Meet me down at the spaceport in thirty minutes. And no more diversions.”

Anakin let out a long, frustrated groan as Obi-wan hung up on him. He looked over at Padmé, and while the glimmer of lust could still be seen in his eyes as he looked at his wife’s naked body they both knew nothing could come of it.

Though Padmé shared his disappointment, especially considering how close to climax she had been, she reached out and patted her husband’s knee. “It’s alright, Anakin. You have a job to do. Go,” she said with a small, sad smile.

He sighed. “Just once I want to be able to spend time with you without having to worry about anything else.”

“I know,” Padmé said. “But there will be other times. Hopefully soon.”

He smiled, leaning over and kissing her. “Hopefully.”

Anakin got up and began changing into his Jedi garb as she laid back on the bed. She reached down and rubbed her pussy, for a brief moment hoping she could bring herself off quickly after Anakin had primed her up. But it was no use; the magic was gone, at least for now. Padmé had half a mind to strangle Obi-wan for interrupting them when he did.

Anakin turned to look back at her on the bed. “I love you. And…I wish you luck with the speech tomorrow.”

Padmé smiled. “I love you too, Ani. And thank you.”

She was going to need all the luck in the galaxy for this one.