#under cover

“It’s a pleasure to have you here with us today, General Kenobi. I’ve heard great things about this clone army of yours.” An excited Neimoidian named Kett Khuno initiates his greetings. He shakes Obi-Wan’s hand, Anakin still politely reserved at his side with both arms tucked into his sleeves. “I hope this will be a rather beneficial arrangement for us.”

“I didn’t set up this meeting so you could bore them with your formalities, Khuno.” You interject, leading them down a widened corridor to a sleek testing ground where a group of demonstrators are eager to show off the fun new toys Khuno has brought too choose from. You’re playing the part of a personal arms broker that specially organized this meeting to grant an outlet for these unique weapons to gain approval to be cycled out to troopers of many different armies, venturing to test their efficiency in the GAR first. In reality, you want to learn the root of the manufacturing operation in order to get each and every one of these unpredictable weapons off the market lest they take more innocent lives. You’ve heard enough angry reviews that would merit a total recall, but Khuno is too ambitious to even consider a pseudo to his supply line. This way, the GAR gains complete control of the faulty models to keep them off the streets as much as possible. “They came to see some fireworks.”

“Ah, yes. Forgive me.” Khuno takes a bow and settles at your side when he sees you’re taking control of the encounter. “Let’s get on with the- erm… how you say, fireworks!”

Khuno advances towards the assistants, three service droids all holding different arms and ordinance to be shown off. Khuno takes a small, palm-sized sphere of steel from the first service droid. It chirps, gives its superior a nod and then moves to stand against the wall far from the viewing party. Taking a Phase I helmet from the table of additional accessories needed for the demonstration, you slide it on and blink receptively at the digital screen displaying exactly what you see. “The first is a new take on hand-held explosives that can be linked with a software compatible with any helmet’s interface.”

With a push of a button, the explosive is activated, causing Obi-Wan to take a preemptive step backward, moving Anakin to do the same with an arm in front of his torso. You smile at them beneath the helmet knowing they can’t make out your expression through the metal veil, playfully tilting your head at them before tossing the charge against the wall where the service droid stands. As you play with the mechanics, Khuno explains them to Anakin and Obi-Wan.

“The user has total control of where the charge goes, giving the capability to adjust its course for a more consistent success rate.” As he speaks, you mentally decide which direction the little drone rolls, zigzagging it humorously between Anakin’s feet before circling around Obi-Wan a couple times, all the while an overhead screen displays a large picture of the feed. Having felt they had enough of your fun, you roll the drone all the way down the ramp towards the droid that has been patiently waiting to fulfill its core function. “As an added failsafe, it does not discharge unless the user explicitly states for it to do so. The background noise adjustment system ensures that it will not pick up the voice of their neighbor or even someone yelling across the battlefield.”

“Initiate blast.” You command through the helmet. A split second passes after you finish enunciating the words as the tiny little drone casts a mighty explosion, decimating the lone droid to scrap metal. Obi-Wan’s eyes grow as large as the plume of smoke, certainly surprised by the beginning displays. You remove the helmet, your makeup and hair just as perfect as when you put it on, winking at him with a smirk while the room’s scent is flooded with carbonized thermite.

“My my.” Obi-Wan steps towards the table in the center holding a large crate of these drone charges. “I can think of a few battalions that could make generous use of these.”

“If you like that, then you’ll love this next one.” Khuno takes a somewhat robust blaster rifle from one of the two remaining service droids. It is eccentric in its design, unlike any typical model of firearms the GAR is used to operating with. “Might I introduce you to the E83 Repeater.”

You let Khuno take the lead of this demonstration, backing up towards the opposite side of the room to watch Obi-Wan and Anakin from afar, folding your arms and crossing your legs to lean to one side. Khuno carries on. “It is lightweight with an adjustable handle for left and right-handed operatives and the material used to create them is undetectable through x-ray or other infrared scanners. Compatible with any ammunition, capable of launching slugs and grenades as well. Although, my personal favorite aspect is how it earned its name.”

As Khuno slots a magazine of live rounds into the feeding chamber, he widens his stance and prepares to fire downrange into the two droids standing against the wall beside the first blast stain. He fires one shot into the small space of wall between their heads, a tiny red dot glowing with the volatile dissipation. While Khuno lets loose, you walk Anakin and Obi-Wan through the process of this show. “The E83 Repeater is retrofitted with a built-in tracking mechanism that, when engaged, sends every single bolt to the very last place you fired. Observe.”

You grin at Khuno, giving him the signal to give Obi-Wan and Anakin something to remember. Having grown confident about the manufacturing of his weapons, Khuno rotates himself in a circle, squeezing the trigger to send bolts in all directions. If this were any other blaster, everyone else would have succumbed to the spray, but as far as you can tell, it’s working flawlessly- at least for now. Anakin and Obi-Wan flinch at first, startled by the lack of discipline in his actions, but get the picture as soon as they see that the mechanism is functioning as intended. However, the fun doesn’t last as the E83 Repeater starts overheating, sputtering with sparks and clouds of smoke. It would seem that the motor that initiates the discharge of bolts has malfunctioned, causing the rifle to sputter and eject every single round in its reserve. Despite its rapid firing, the amount of ammunition left is far too excessive for the machine to discharge on its own. In a moment of cowardly panic, Khuno improperly discards the repeater in order to save himself from the volatile eruption. You are suddenly being confronted with a rolling amalgamation of deploying projectiles and hot metal. After a couple bounces in your direction, it explodes.

“Hit the floor!” Anakin launches himself at you from across the room, closing the distance to shield you from the blast, but he doesn’t make it in time before the faulty repeater is decommissioned for good. Obi-Wan attempts to save his Padawan from the potential harm, but Anakin is far too fast and focused for him, dexterously sprinting through the oncoming sparks in order to get to you. He throws himself atop your form, his thick Jedi robes working wonders to give him a buffer from the scorching temperatures. You tumble in his grasp as he hugs you to his body through every powerful shift of your weight in his arms. He cradles your head with one hand and wraps his other arm around your waist with the other, rolling over with you until you come to an abrupt stop a few meters away from the smoky clouds. 

You’re lying on the floor, far too disoriented to even realize what just happened. A thin stream of blood begins to soak your hairline, oozing onto your brow and down your face. You have suffered only minor injuries, some scorch marks burned into your dress and a few slight blisters forming where hot slag came in contact with your skin for only milliseconds before the air of the room cooled it to safer temperatures. Anakin’s robes are smoking and singed, but he is otherwise perfectly unscathed despite him wishing he could say the same about you.

Blinking your eyes slowly, the burn of smoke immediately sucks the moisture from your corneas, causing you to squint in order to make out any nearby images. Three silhouettes manifest before you, one hovering a considerable distance closer than the other two as he closely examines your wounds. Your ears are ringing loudly, causing their voices to become muffled and incomprehensible. Though, you can see that they are engaged in an extraordinarily heated argument. The silhouette closest to you becomes visible, his arm waving around as he and another silhouette verbally lash out at the third one. Little by little, your senses clear and realize that the silhouettes are in fact Anakin and Obi-Wan.

Anakin has you supported on his lap, the perspective of his angular jaw moving with purpose in a string of aggressive vilifications is rather captivating when you’re watching him from where you lie in his arms. “What kind of idiots do you take us for?! Are we supposed to believe that you know how your own weapons work when you’ve clearly shown us otherwise?” 

“You’ll know better than to speak to me that way, Jedi.” Khuno takes great offense to Anakin’s attitude, scolding him for speaking out of turn rather than addressing the very apparent failure of his specialty arms. “I am more concerned about this- this familiarity.” 

Anakin’s eyes shift to look at Obi-wan, silently scolding him with his stern stare before resuming his attention on Khuno. Khuno closely studies Anakin’s willingness to care so closely for you, concerning him with the integrity of this deal. “I thought it was in your culture to forgo affection, no? Are you two really affiliated of the Republic?”

 “Calm down, Anakin. Please, forgive the forward behavior, Khuno.” Obi-Wan’s seamless improvisational skills allows for him to conjure a perfect cover for Anakin’s perceived mistake. “It would be beneficial to make the distinction that there are certain circumstances where compassion is needed, but it does not equate to affection as you might see it.”

“Affection? Who’s wasting their time thinking about that? If she’s dead, we have no one reliable to broker the GAR’s weapons through.” The blatant coldness with which he regards you almost hurts, but you realize quickly that the stammer in his voice tells you he came up with this response on the spot to keep his truth concealed.

“Acceptable point, Jedi.” Khuno’s suspicions are soon quelled as he acknowledges Anikin’s response. “Though you should know, it would be in your best interest for you to not yell at the man you’re getting blasters from.”

“Maybe the man selling the blasters should make sure they work first.” Anakin’s rebuttal twinges like venom and Khuno scoffs at his bitterness.

“Alright, let’s calm our nerves, shall we?” Obi-Wan serves as the mediator between the two in a plight to extinguish their flame of animosity. “Why don’t we pause for a quick intermission so you can have your people clean this mess up?”

“Perfect idea, General. I will retrieve my assistants.”

“Can you stand?” Anakin asks you while Khuno impatiently leaves the testing grounds to order his assistants to tend to the mess. Obi-Wan leans over Anakin as they both watch and see your senses get clearer.

“Stand on his head you mean.” You jibe while clutching Anakin’s shoulder, pulling yourself to a slumped crouch so that at least your feet are under you. Obi wan is posted behind, prepared to lift you up when you’re ready. 

“Shh!” Anakin shushes you with a smile, finding the humor in your response while also wanting to give Khuno a piece of his mind.

“So, after he almost kills me, he wants us to go have tea?” You add while he and Obi-Wan get closer.

“It would appear so.” Obi-Wan says with a disappointed shake of his head. He closely watches you regain your footing, pulling your arm over his shoulders while Anakin takes your other. They walk you to a cozy little tearoom where a medical droid is waiting to tend to your wounds.  

“Please. Have a seat.” Khuno says, showing you to an unoccupied rounded sofa with Obi-Wan and Anakin sitting on the two other couches flanking either side. “My assistant Arthon will take care of your afflictions.”

“You mean the afflictions you caused?” You wince as you remove a shawl fashionably draped over your shoulders but now covered in scorch marks. Arthon, another Neimoidian, approaches you with a bowl of clean water and a rag to lightly dab your skin with, standing behind the sofa to stay out of your way. He starts by wiping up the stream of blood that poured from your crown, collecting the crimson mess as best as he can before giving you a piece of gauze to hold to the patch of broken skin. “You’re making it very difficult to want to do business with you, Khuno. I am disappointed.”

“The malfunction, it was a fluke. Anomaly! The quality of my production has never faltered before!” Khuno could care less about the opinions of Obi-Wan and Anakin, as his true fate lies in his reputation within the current market.

“That was a mighty dangerous anomaly.” You finally slip out of the tattered shawl, your bare shoulders speckled with vibrant and sensitive burns, but you power through to conclude the business you came here for. “You surely see how damaging a first impression like that is for a prototype, right?”

“We will add this to our range of tests through quality control and weed out the defective units.” Khuno strikes the bargain with Obi-Wan and Anakin listening. “What if I reserved for the GAR to receive the first five-hundred thousand that passed the evaluation free of charge?”

“And if they don’t pass, you’ll have to go back to the drawing board, Khuno. I’ll not have these explode in the arms of my troopers- ah!” You hiss and whine as Arthon presses his rag to your skin, cleaning your burns. It interrupts your speech, granting pause to your thoughts when you catch a glimpse of Obi-Wan’s wide-eyed expression, locked in on your exposed arms and back peeking through the fabric window in your dress. “If I have your word that we will not receive any defective models to that extreme, then we have a deal. How’s that sound, General?”

The dead air hanging in the room waits for Obi-Wan to respond, but he’s far too distracted by your taunting physique, giving way for Anakin to call his name as well. “Master?”

“Erm- yes. That would be a very favorable arrangement, Khuno.” Obi-Wan clears his throat, stroking the scruff of his beard while averting his eyes to the floor, then venturing up to meet Khuno with a nod. You realize the mark on your head is quickly scabbing up well, so you discard the piece of gauze to a waste collection bowl on the tea table. “Where do I sign?”

“I will retrieve the paperwork!” Khuno departs spryly, visibly excited that someone is finally agreeing to purchase his new line of firearms. “Please, do enjoy the refreshments!”

You look at Obi-Wan, then to Anakin. The pair is usually so talkative, but something about you sitting here, battered to Hell while still handling things as needed, their minds are clearly preoccupied with something else. Obi-Wan scoots to the edge of his seat, familiar with tea ceremony himself. He clears his throat again, a nervous tick at this point that helps ground him to the task at hand. Anakin feels a smirk at the corner of his mouth growing, taming it as well as he can so that his Master doesn’t notice. 

Taking the teapot in his hands, Obi-Wan fills three small cups. He pushes one a little way across the table to Anakin and he accepts it gratefully. “Thank you, Master.”

“Here.” Obi-Wan holds your cup out, offering it with both hands for you to take. He holds it like it’s made of porcelain, stiff and anxious for the tea’s safety. This overthinking will get the better of him as this leaves little surface area for you to properly grasp it. As a sordid twist of fate, or maybe it was a blessing in disguise, Obi-Wan spills the cup across your chest and onto your lap.

“Oh no! My apologies, dear!” Obi-Wan hurriedly takes the cup out of your lap and begins soaking up the tea with a cloth that was resting beside the teapot. “What was I thinking?”

His vocal lamentation gives him only a moment’s reprieve from the reality he’s created. After a few more swipes of his hand against your chest, he awakens to the extremely forward and uncouth methods of cleaning you off, all the while Anakin can hardly hold back his laughter. Obi-Wan’s complexion turns to a deep and embarrassing rouge when his knuckles graze against the supple shape of your breasts beneath your wafer-thin dress. The dampened warmth is simultaneously welcoming while giving him the shock of a lifetime at the realization of what exactly he’s making contact with. Though, to his surprise, you don’t shy away from his touches, leaning into them actually. This shocks Obi-Wan, startled by your willing reception of his help.

“I said to enjoy the refreshments! Not to wear them!” Khuno sees the unfortunate events unfolding in his tearoom, snapping his fingers at Arthon and pointing in the opposite direction. Arthon backs away from the sofa all three of you are seated at and disappears into a darkened room down a close by corridor. He opens a massive wardrobe, unveils a large vanity and gives you access to the entirety of its wares before stepping just outside the door and taking a bow to give you total privacy of the space. “Khuno will show you to a change of clothes. Take anything you like.”

“Hospitality is a good look for you, Khuno.” You grin at him while walking over to the room Arthon is standing guard in front of, ensuring no one is to enter. “You should wear it more often.”

You walk into the room and Arthon seals the door behind you. Tugging the ties at the nape of your neck, the knot is loosened enough so that the fabric starts to fall, clinging to your skin where Obi-Wan rubbed the tea into it. You chuckle when the cool air hits your moistened skin, humored by Obi-Wan’s urgency and hysterics. There’s a walk-in shower installed at the back corner of the room, and you venture to use it. Adjusting the faucet enough so that it’s the right temperature, you step into it, hissing when the water hits the fresh burns and open wound on your scalp. Regardless of the pain, it feels good to clean yourself of the filth of the day. Once thoroughly rinsed, you dry off by wrapping your hair up with one towel and draping another around your form. 

The wardrobes are full to bursting, no-doubt a massive collection of beautiful gowns, blouses, garments and accessories. Wanting to be mindful of formality and comfort, you choose a simple gown with offset straps that will leave your shoulders free from being covered as a potential annoyance to your burns. The color goes from a soft violet, transitioning in a gradient of pink that flows into deep orange and yellow. You tousle your locks in the mirror with the towel, not caring that its previous style has been all but discarded for a laxer hairdo tumbling down your shoulders. Looking into your own eyes, you take a few deep breaths and center back into your no-nonsense portrayal, ready to conclude this deal.

“And there she is! Feeling better I hope.” Khuno says while successfully passing you a cup of tea upon entry. “Don’t worry about your gown. I will have Arthon give it to my finest tailors to repair and clean it so that it makes it back to the Temple in one piece.”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that, Khuno.” You say after taking a sip of the surprisingly delicious and sweet tea. 

“Oh, but I insist!” He adds, unable to take no for an answer. “It’s the least I could do for this prosperous arrangement.”

At his enunciation, he pushes a transparent tablet with brightly illuminated text filling the screen. You pick it up and review the fine print, every word before passing it to a very starstruck Obi-Wan to sign off on. You nonchalantly refuse to verbally acknowledge his raised brows and lip bite hidden by his beard, winking at him when he takes the tablet before resuming your talk with Khuno. “Prosperous indeed, but only if you hold up your end of the bargain.”

“When have I ever let you down before?” Khuno says, realizing too late the rhetorical essence of what he said.

“Now might not be the best time to ask that.” You smirk, sipping on the tea.

“Fair enough.” He closely watches as Obi-Wan dots his I’s and crosses his T’s, rubbing his hands together impatiently. Once he’s finished, he gives the tablet back to you so that Khuno can have it, but during this exchange, your hand lays over his for a couple seconds, causing Obi-Wan to react to your teasing once again. You haven’t felt his eyes stray away from you since you walked back into the room while Anakin is making a point to look at everything in the room that is not you. They’re both so painfully obvious, you struggle to hold back a chuckle this very second.

Once Obi-Wan concludes with the paperwork, Khuno takes the tablet from him and lets out a sigh of relief. “Many thanks to you and your most capable army, General. Now, if I may…”

Khuno makes his way towards another corridor branching off from the main tearoom that leads to a luxury double-suite. “It would be my humblest pleasure for you to rest here for the night. It’s already so late, and I couldn’t possibly live with myself if I sent you home like that, my dear.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Khuno.” You stand, walking towards the room on the left to pose seductively in the doorway. “After all those fireworks, I’m rather exhausted.”

“Ah, well… yes.” Khuno’s knuckles clench, on edge from the slight jab at his failure today. “There will be no more of that, I assure you.”

“I would hope not. I get pretty cranky when I haven’t had my beauty sleep.” You take advantage of Khuno’s generosity, taking one of the suites for yourself while Anakin and Obi-Wan file into the other. 

“We thank you for your hospitality, Khuno.” Obi-Wan takes a small bow, both he and Anakin politely keeping their hands concealed in their sleeves. “I’ll arrange for a transport to retrieve us at dawn.”

“At your leisure, General.” Khuno grins at him and Anakin, giving you a little wave before ordering Arthon to show the remainder of the assistants out. “The entire floor is yours for the night. Enjoy.”

Khuno leaves and the tearoom is suddenly empty. You look at Obi-wan with Anakin posted behind him, staring back at you over his shoulder before you slowly retreat into your room.

You know better than to leave things well enough alone, so you walk over to the kitchenette and pull a self-serve cup of fruit pudding from the cooler, waiting to overhear the inevitable argument between them that’s been brewing since the second Khuno’s demonstration went awry. You lift your gown up so that you don’t get it snagged on anything before settling into a plush loveseat, eating spoonful after spoonful of sweet pudding, chewing on the bits of puree blended into it. Then, it happens.

“What in Maker’s name was that?” Anakin’s muted voice challenges Obi-Wan, requesting an explanation for his Master to fumble so hard in front of you. “Was now really a good time to start getting familiar with her?”

“Me? You’re the one who rushed to her side like a scared little boy!” Obi-Wan angrily refutes Anakin’s claim with his own.

“I wanted to see if she was okay!” Anakin shouts back.

“That’s exactly why I was there!” Obi-Wan gets even louder.

“You both know I can hear you right?” You tell them through the barrier that joins your rooms. “These walls are like… paper thin.”

Complete silence in response. No answer. Do they think that if they’re quiet for a long enough period of time you will just forget they’re there? You audibly laugh when they still refuse to say anything, so you pry further. “C’mon you guys. We can all be adults about this, right?”

With a timid switch of the control panel, the sliding door opens to reveal your ever alluring self just waiting on the other side. They welcome you into their suite, irritable in your presence. You speak to them softly as you get closer, really leaning into their space. “Between us, I liked seeing you boys come to my aid. It makes me think I can really count on you.”

Anakin sees what you’re doing and directly plays along, disbanding his formal indoctrination in order to continue your insinuating remarks. There is a glint in the eye that bears his scar, showing you that he’s been waiting for this moment for an incomprehensible length of time. “In more ways than one.”

He leans into you as well, reciprocating your wanton gestures without either of you touching each other yet, though you know he desperately wants to.

“Really?” You lift your chin up and poke your nose into Anakin’s after noticing that Obi-Wan is bashfully recoiling away, glowing red and shaking in his boots. “What ways might you be thinking?”

“This” Anakin leans in to kiss you first but immediately falters when he realizes he’s in Obi-Wan’s company, still tied down by the weight of responsibility. His eyes dart between you, Obi-Wan and surrender to the floor. “I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No…” You stop Anakin from backing away, grabbing him by the pleats in his robe. “I liked it.”

You momentarily divert your attention to Obi-Wan who looks like he could melt into a puddle where he stands. “Why don’t we see what your Master thinks?” 

Anakin moves aside to give you room to step forward, pulling Obi-Wan in by his robe as well. You’re slow and gentle with him, knowing he could spontaneously combust at even the slightest movement. His beard is soft and well-groomed with the scent of citrines and clover, stroking it with your thumbs as you take his face in your hands and press your lips to his. He’s too frozen in trepidation to really be prepared to know what you’d want him to do while kissing back, puckering his lips in a rudimentary fashion while managing to get the job done. You retract your face from his, eyes wide and mouth hanging open with an expression that says, ‘please give me more’.

“Don’t act so surprised, General.” You say, circling around to weave between him and Anakin, creating distance from the three of you. “For a while, I thought the clumsiness I saw before was all an act.”

“No, he’s really like that.” Anakin confirms with a grin that pesters Obi-Wan.

“No, I am not!” Obi-Wan vivaciously objects. “Anakin, please refrain!”

“I gotta say, you’re not helping your case.” You climb on the wide bed in their room, making yourself at home atop the plush sheets and soft pillows lining the headboard. You stretch across the length of the mattress, moaning through the tension in your muscles before sitting back up in the center. You pat the empty sections at either side of you, making a motion to call for them to join. “Why don’t you come over here?”

“I’m not sure who it is you are referring-” Obi-Wan starts, but Anakin interrupts him by bolting across the room to sit as close as he can to you. He stiffly marches towards the bed, his hands still hidden by his sleeves meanwhile Anakin is already stroking your thigh and nuzzling his face into your neck. While Anakin is getting lost in covering you in his kisses, you turn to Obi-Wan and pick up where you left off. His jaw trembles as his tongue dances behind his teeth, eager to try again. His concentration is adorable with how sweetly he watches you lean into him, closing his eyes helps him relax a bit more, his mouth melting to yours. This allows for you to slip your tongue forward and collide it with his, causing Obi-Wan to jump with a startle, exhaling through his nose sharply against your face.

You let Obi-Wan have some air, making note of his unsteady hands and breathless disposition. Anakin has begun tracing his lips against your jawline, moving upwards until he finds your mouth as well. “My turn.”

Anakin is more aggressive with this, as if to stake his own personal claim over you. He sighs into you, his warm breath fanning over your face as he wastes no time in seeking a taste of your tongue. Swirling yours into his, a tiny bead of saliva leaks out of a small opening where your lips meet, adding to the soaked sensation of this sloppy and fervent kiss. 

All the while you occupy yourself with Anakin, you blindly start to undress Obi-Wan. He sits back as you shove his robes off his shoulders and begin tugging at his waist belts when his apprehension impedes your progress. Breaking the kiss with Anakin, he continues to taste every bit of skin from your neck down to your chest, peppering you with soothing presses of his lips to your numb burns while you focus on bringing Obi-Wan out of his shell.

“I n-never thought you would… uhm, see us this way.” Obi-Wan may be voicing one thing, but his body is telling you another. With each layer you discard, you see the blatant effect you have on him. He’s rock hard within his tunic, fighting with the folds in his garments to conceal the outline of his length from your vision, but it’s too late. You stroke him through the layers of textile, massaging him through his clothes. “We sh-shouldn’t be… Oh… Oh yes…”

“I’ve always had my eye on you.” You admit to Obi-Wan while gently grasping Anakin by his chin to coax him to look up at you, delivering this message to him as well.

“So, you’re saying I should have kissed you sooner?” Anakin coyly asks, scaling up your body to hover his face above yours while you never cease your external stroking of Obi-Wan’s cock through his tunic. He shudders in your grasp, completely at your mercy.

“I wouldn’t have been opposed to it.” You respond, reaching your face up to lock lips with Anakin again while Obi-Wan dissolves at your touch. After a few more voracious smooches, Anakin turns you around to face his Master, disappearing behind you while urging that you get on your hands and knees. You’re unsure what Anakin’s doing until you feel it. He pushes your dress up past your waist and begins to trace the plump crest of your ass with his tongue, taking periodic bites in between. You moan sharply from the love bites and licks Anakin is bestowing upon you and it plays as a salacious distraction for Obi-Wan to be completely enraptured by.

“W-what do you want me to do?” Obi-Wan asks you hesitantly.

“Just sit there and look pretty, General.” You tell him while completely freeing his cock from his trousers to put it in your mouth. While Anakin savors you from behind, he likewise discards his belts and opens his tunic to stroke himself, rapidly getting off on eating you out. Obi-Wan repositions himself on both his knees to offer himself up to you more easily, not realizing this will help him as well.

You begin stroking his shaft, sucking his cock but only as far as the tip, swirling your tongue in a similar fashion as to when you kissed him. Obi-Wan’s hands flex and clench as he switches from fists to open palms repeatedly, clearly showing you that he has no idea what to do with them. 

Taking one of Obi-Wan’s hands in yours, you guide him to touch your head so that he gets the idea, and he learns quickly how comfortable this is. He threads his fingers into your hair, holding it back so that it does not obstruct the view of your lovely face with your lips wrapped around his shaft, bobbing up and down on it. Craning your head back, you watch Obi-Wan’s expressions change with every slurp and suckle, his jaw hanging open the entire time. Though, this moment of connection doesn’t last long as it is disturbed by the sensation of Anakin pushing his own desperate and weeping cock into your soaked entrance.

“Mmrmph!” You let out an alarmed exclamation, muffled by Obi-Wan’s length occupying your mouth. The vibration tingles him deliciously as he throws his head back as the harder Anakin fucks you, the more you moan on his cock.

“Urgh… Gods!” Anakin strips himself of the remainder of his lower garments, removing his trousers and boots in a pile on the floor to allow for nothing to get in his way. He takes hold of your ass, squeezing handfuls of your flesh to slam you harder against him. You feel him sliding in so deep, spreading your knees apart to take him as far as he can go. He growls and grunts into each thrust, while anchoring both hands at the small of your back.

Obi-Wan pulls your mouth off him to give you a chance to breathe. He closely studies your rosy cheeks, soaked jaw and hazy stare, watching you pant and moan from Anakin’s thrusts before bending to kiss you again, evidence that he is finding his confident side. “Beautiful…”

Anakin sees that you’re pushing yourself off the bed, lifting you to a more erect stance as he pulls you away from Obi wan so that your back is flush with his, still fucking you hard and deep as ever. He caresses you by the throat, nestling his face into your neck as he so likes to do, letting Obi-Wan watch you firsthand get pierced repetitively. You lock eyes with Obi-Wan while Anakin is immersed in your essence, increasing the speed of his thrusts while you continue to stroke his shaft. Anakin exhausts himself for a moment, opting to turn your head so that he can taste your tongue some more while lazily sliding in and out of you at a sluggish pace.

“I can’t wait any longer.” With this, Anakin pulls out of you to scoop you up and plant you on your back. His cock waves in front of your face while he graciously offers you up to his Master, eager to feel that mouth of yours for himself, though before he does, he locks lips with yours while upside down from your perspective, sharing your flavors before whispering something into your ear. “Now I wana see you kiss it…”

You do as you’re told, taking Anakin in your hands and wiping off the excess moisture to apply a fresh coat of your saliva to his cock. While you slather the spittle, Obi-Wan ventures to try the very same pleasure tactics he saw Anakin doing that made you squirm. Though, the feeling of his beard between your legs causes you to rut your hips upward into his face. The scruff tickles relentlessly, but in a way that increases the sensual contact rather than hinders it. Obi-Wan struggles to keep your hips on the bed, fighting with your powerful spasms that threaten to clamp his head between your thighs. You feather your fingers into Obi-Wan’s long hair with one hand while stroking Anakin’s cock with the other, gyrating your hips from the way you’re being so devotedly satisfied right now.

Obi-Wan actively strokes his shaft to reawaken its sensitivity and firmness, straightening his posture to try his hand at fucking you now. Obi-Wan holds his cock up to your entrance, knocking the tip against you to slather it in all the sweet wetness accumulating on your skin. However, just before he could push himself inside, Anakin takes his own cock from your mouth and moves to support you from off the edge of the bed. He pushes your head forward, urging you to watch as Obi-Wan slides into you. 

“Look at him. Watch him do it. Don’t stop until he finishes. You know he’s not gonna last long with you staring at him like this.” Anakin’s breath in your ear causes you to moan at the prospect of being fucked without Obi-Wan having even started. With all the focus on him, Obi-Wan lines himself up with your puffy entrance and falls into its warmth. Your walls squeeze around him as each little bit of his cock splits you open in a different manner than Anakin did. He’s so gradual with it, the drag and pull of so much friction building up fast as he moves his hips back and forth against you. 

Obi-Wan’s brow begins to furrow, and his thrusts start to waver when you lift your legs up and point your feet to the sky. Anakin sees this and reaches for your ankles to hold them back, further contorting you so that you receive one hundred percent of the favorable potential Obi-Wan has to offer. With Anakin holding your legs out of the way, he leans down and makes out with you hotly, knowing Obi-Wan is watching everything that’s happening in front of him. Anakin opens your dress, completely exposing your torso so that they can grope your voluptuous breasts. Obi-Wan reaches for one, squeezing it while it jostles and jiggles from his fervent thrusts as Anakin suckles on the other, nibbling on your nipple to get you to cry out with more moans.

The closer Obi-Wan gets, the more Anakin begins to prop you up. He wraps his fingers around your neck, holding you upright while keeping your eyes locked on the speed with which Obi-Wan fucks you, whispering into your ear the entire time. The tightness of your inner climax increases exponentially, causing your walls to contract around Obi-Wan’s girth to the point that you both know he is going to be spilling into you soon. “Look at him. Look at how love-drunk you’re making him. Maker, I want to be fucking you like that. Do you want me to fuck you like that when he’s done? Tell me. I need to know now.”

“I-I want y-you to f-fuck me like-like Kenobi.” You stutter through a response, managing to croak out Obi-Wan’s name at the last second, certain it would send him over the edge. 

“It looks like you’re about to get your wish then.” Anakin attacks your neck with bites, careful not to collide his teeth with your burns while transitioning the sharp aches of his chomping into lewd kisses, breathing deeply into each one. You’re soon swept up by a fierce rush of currents, propelling you in any which direction as Anakin pays such close attention to you, giving you additional benefits in the form of flirtatious encouragement.

Obi-Wan falters, falling forward and catching himself, a hand firmly planted on the bed beside you. His speed increases, adding to the depth he’s reaching inside as he begins to slam hard into you. Anakin releases hold of your ankles and lets Obi-Wan fold your legs so that they’re pressed up flush to his chest. Obi-Wan touches his forehead to yours with the help of Anakin pushing you up to meet him by supporting you at the nape of the neck. You loudly groan into Obi-Wan’s mouth, the fuzziness of his beard colliding with your face as you kiss him through the climax. Obi-Wan’s body goes rigid and the power in his hips plummet until his movements are reduced to spent little pumps.

He fills you to the brim, surprising himself with how much is actually spilling out. “Oh my… I don’t… I’m so sorry.”

“What are you sorry about, love?” You ask confusedly after witnessing Obi-Wan do everything right.

“I didn’t think it would happen so fast.” He tells you embarrassingly while exiting your body.

“Look at her.” Anakin says while zealously pulling you into his lap, not caring about making a mess with what’s sure to spill out. “I’m more confused at how you lasted as long as you did.”

You do not wait for an invitation to sit on his cock, impaling yourself on Anakin as he leans back against the pillows behind him. While grasping onto the headboard, you rock your hips back and forth in order to take control this time, much to his infatuation. Anakin lets out a sharp hiss, biting his bottom lip when your rocking turns into bouncing, the length of your stroke growing by the second when you lift yourself off him almost completely and then slam back down. Anakin hooks you by the waist with one of his robust arms, threading the other hand into your hair to caress your head so that he can flip you onto your back, positioning you under him. He makes these maneuvers all while never falling out of you, keeping his cock buried the entire time as he pushes and thrusts into you with every move and shift of your bodies. Now that he’s got you on your back, he tosses you on your stomach and raises your ass to the sky while keeping your face pressed into the mattress. 

“Unff… Don’t be a stranger, General.” You whine, calling Obi-Wan over while supporting yourself on your elbows as Anakin plunges into you again. You beg for his attention, not wanting him to feel left out during this finale. Obi-Wan was just attempting to get dressed when you directed him to kneel at the bedside, closing the distance to kiss you.

With every forceful pump of Anakin into you, it slightly disrupts your making out with Obi-Wan, adding a fun challenge of keeping your lips together as he struggles to regain his footing every time the kiss is broken. It’s a cutesy little game of persistence and you’re entertained by Obi-Wan’s tenacity. 

It is only until Obi-Wan gets frustrated with these pauses that he musters the courage within to actually hold your face steady. When he really gives in, he gives his all. You can distinctly feel the unrestrained passion in the way he molds his mouth to yours, the way he openly receives your tongue to explore, and how he winces away when he thinks he’s had too much only to immediately dive back in.

Anakin drapes himself across your back. His weight tells you that he’s getting close too. He reaches forward to take your breasts in his hands, biting your neck with purpose as he slowly but surely empties himself into you, his come blending with a mixture of yours and Obi-Wan’s. You’re soaked and dripping wet as the cool wind hits your dampness. Anakin’s breath clouds in your hair, taunting you to turn and kiss him as he fills you up.

Obi-Wan lets you accept Anakin’s kiss, rutting into you while sighing with alleviation. Obi-Wan presses his lips to your cheeks and neck, challenging himself to bite it. His teeth clamping around your jugular causes a moan to escape from your mouth and land directly into Anakin’s. He almost doesn’t want to stop, so comfortable in the slick heat of your pussy, but the sight of everything spilling out of you is too precious a sight to miss. 

Anakin kisses you one last time with intensity before making the move to exit. He takes himself by the base of his cock, easing himself out in anticipation of pulling the proverbial plug. He’s extracted every inch save for the tip. Anakin’s bulbous and swollen head finally pops out of you, and with it, a stream of sweltering white falling like a milky river and soaking into the clean sheets. He groans blissfully at the sight, jerking himself to get whatever remaining droplets out of his shaft, dabbing them onto your ass cheeks. You feel the new placement of wetness and turn to look at him. He just grins at you, bouncing the tip of his cock off your ass a few more times before striking you exactly where he marked. 

“Ow!” You shout with a giggle, pushing the soiled sheets off the bed and onto the floor so that you can turn on your back and hide your ass from more slapping in an attempt to distract from how much you actually liked that. “No hitting!”

“I didn’t hit you.” Anakin makes the clear distinction while crawling over you, hovering above your face charmingly and making you feel cornered. “I spanked you. And it looks like you want more.”

“What if I did?” You ask with a tone of innocence, contradictory after the events that had just taken place.

“Then I’ll just have to do this.” Anakin rolls over so that you’re above him again, colliding his flat palms with each of your robust cheeks to feel the mass ripple, grasping large handfuls of your ass. With both hands still stroking circles about your posterior flesh, his mouth finds yours, kissing you lovingly as his way of thanking you for a remarkable experience. The displacement of weight shifts on the bed and you feel Obi-Wan lie down amidst the kiss. Pulling away from Anakin, you look to your left and see Obi-Wan’s smile. You scoot so that you’re stuck between them both, cozily cuddled with them on either side of you and practically ready to pass out in their arms.

“You really meant what you said about having an interest in us?” Obi-Wan demurely mentions while drawing soothing circles in your skin, hoping there was truth in your heated professions of passion.

“She was clearly talking to me when she said that.” Anakin laughs at his own humorous witticism while Obi-Wan rolls his eyes at this.

“Yes, I meant what I said, and I was most definitely talking to both of you.” With your eyes slowly blinking shut, you pull them closer, warmed by the heat of their proximity as the sheets are rendered obsolete. “Is that going to be a problem?”

They share a glance, saying everything they need to each other without actually uttering a single word.

“Erm… No.” Anakin says discreetly while tugging on you a little in defiance of Obi-Wan.

“It shouldn’t be.” Obi-Wan resolutely coaxes you back to his side, playing the very same selfish game Anakin started.

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