Anemoia | (Anisoka +18 ENG version)

Chapter II

Anakin loomed over her like a shadow that sent surprisingly warm shivers down her spine. He swallowed hard and licked his lips in an unconscious gesture. A part of her felt ready for whatever was about to happen, and while she had an inkling, nothing could have prepared her for what she would experience next. She nodded at her Master's words, intrigued, hurried, and eager.

He saw how the ghost of doubt battled against that of lust in Ahsoka's eyes, and that was enough. He tried to tell himself that this was the best for her, because they were apprentice and master, friends, family... Thinking about that made his stomach churn.

'You two are like siblings,' 'You are like siblings from another mother,' 'Ahsoka is like Anakin's little sister,' 'Ani loves being Ahsoka's big brother.'

Phrases they constantly heard from everyone who knew them. And those same words had learned to repeat themselves, trying to believe them, hoping that one day they would become reality. And the love they felt for each other was very close to a fraternal one; there was devotion, admiration, concern, companionship, differences, ups and downs, but the thin line shattered into a thousand pieces when a spark of forbidden desires jumped, threatening to set everything ablaze and turn them to ashes.

And right now, they were both an unquenchable flame that would consume the other in the process.

Anakin caressed his padawan's cheek with his thumb, tracing the white lines that adorned it and then moving down to his lekku, making his skin crawl. Ahsoka's slightly parted lips were an alluring light, and he was a moth at her mercy.

He kissed her again, and this time the Togruta closed the distance as well, making the kiss less gentle than they had anticipated. Ahsoka's warm tongue delicately slid over his, and he began to feel the pulse in every extremity of his body. He closed his eyes, resigned, surrendered to the unstoppable force of his lust, and deepened the kiss, letting out a sigh. He took his padawan by the nape and the waist, drawing her towards him. He needed to feel her and wanted her to feel him. When his erection pressed against her firm abdomen, Ahsoka let out a moan into Anakin's mouth.

A torrent of emotions surged within him, and he became more abrupt and demanding. He squeezed her so tightly against himself that it caused a certain level of pain that Ahsoka tried to ignore. He stepped back a few inches to look at her and take long breaths of air.

"You are fucking beautiful" a confession that dwelled in his mind daily. She just looked at him, completely absorbed by what was happening.

Then, Anakin knelt in front of her without warning and lifted her skirt in one swift motion. Before Ahsoka could string a thought together, he shoved his hands between her thighs and roughly spread her legs, causing the Togruta to stumble a few steps, but he caught her by the ass to steady her. Without time for her to enjoy his hands there, he removed them, directed them to her crotch, and in one swift motion, tore her leggings, leaving a compromising opening. Ahsoka gasped in surprise at the strength and ease with which her master had exposed her, and her heart began to pound in her ears.

Without wasting another second, Anakin pulled her towards him, placing one hand on her backside and the other on her hip, with a firmness that indicated his intention to keep her in place. His nose collided with the pleading clitoris of the Togruta, and when a kind of purr escaped from the Jedi's throat, Snips arched her head back, sinking into this new intoxicating sensation of power. The next moment, Anakin slid his tongue along the moist folds that he finally had the pleasure of devouring, and their taste seeped deep into his brain. It was a flavor as complex as it was addictive, and he wanted more.

He sank his fingers into the flesh of Ahsoka's ass and hips while circling her clitoris with his tongue, licking it, sucking it, and biting it with extreme caution. He couldn't contain the growls and moans that escaped from deep within his chest as he reveled in his act, and he felt somewhat exposed. People had always told him that he was too loud during sex, another thing in which he felt repressed to express himself. Then, his thoughts were interrupted by the sweet sound of his padawan's moans. Ahsoka's voice in pleasure made him step back to look at her from below, and his erection hardened painfully. The symphony of her pleasure excited him in an overwhelming way. Ahsoka moaned because he was giving her pleasure. And he felt victorious, invincible, and greedy.