Ahsoka's Task

Chapter 4 Padme's Playtime

Padme groaned. Her body ached all over. She tried to move an arm to feel if any damage had been done to her. Her eyes opened slowly as if even that caused pain. She dimly noticed a small figure standing over her. The Senator realised she was on some sort of bed, not very large, in a tiny, cramped room. "Wha-what happened?" she said meekly to no one in particular, save the figure near her. "Save your energy, Senator. Rest, Padme," said a voice that could not be identified. Fatigue overtook her. She was very tired. She saw a void, an inviting void of sleep. She fell.

Awakening much later, Padme's intensely beautiful eyes shot open, now quite rested and very aware of the fact that she did not know where she was. She grunted softly and raised her head. She had known the room was small, but know Padme gained an accurate understanding of just how small. The blue ceiling above looked threateningly close and the ominous filtered light from a slender window to her right did not help ease Senator Amidala's now strong anxiety. She looked over and noticed a door, embellished with patterns of the Jedi Order, a couple metres to her left. This had to be someone's, a Jedi's, quarters. Only then did the Senator from Naboo become aware of another presence, not in the room but nearby, and even though the distinguished politician had no Force-sensitivity, she could tell it was a Jedi.

There was a certain haughtiness about some of those in deeper touch with that mysterious energy field called The Force. The everyday sentient would not be able to notice it but, as Padme had spent most of her life around Jedi, not to mention sharing her bed with one, she was finely attuned to their subtleties. The Senator rose up on the bed, supporting herself with her arms. On the other side of the room sat, in front of a data-screen, a very familiar person.

Her Padawan braid swung as she turned in her chair, revealing a pair of mischievous blue eyes and enticing purple lips, on orange skin. Just shy of fifteen standard years, Ahsoka was surprisingly mature in skill and, more interesting to Senator Amidala, body. Wearing her standard red skirt and tube top, the Togruta's form drew Padme's gaze. She knew now why Ahsoka had been chosen by the Quarren Senator Tundra Dowmeia to instruct his niece. If the information given to her was correct, Ahsoka certainly appeared liable to have the desired effect. For now, though, she just seemed a little too arrogant.

"Greetings, Padme," Ahsoka said cheerfully, "You've come to collect me for some sort of educational mission, I believe. Oh, don't look surprised. I knew Dowmeia's offer long before he had ever presented it to you. I do have a life beyond this dreary temple, y'know." Padme, well accustomed to sexual insinuation, decided to play the little Padawan's game. The Senator sat up, grunted, and brushed her dishevelled hair back, trying to retain some of her ladylike composure.

"Well, Ahsoka, you certainly seem pleased with yourself today. You almost have the wile and charm of a grown-up woman," Padme teased, bluntly reminding the Togruta of her inexperience and immaturity. Ahsoka's purple lips just broke into a smile, although a little less wide than before. Padme continued, more seriously: "Yes, you are right about why I'm here," she paused, "actually, you're right about why I came to the Jedi Temple, not here, in this room. That is a little more, um, complicated."

Ahsoka got up and stretched her well-toned arms. She turned around and bent to the floor, touching her toes. From where she was, Padme caught the slightest glimpse of what could only have been the Jedi's panties. Senator Amidala gulped as Ahsoka, having finished her flexing, came over to sit by her the bed. "Yeah, that was all me."

Padme blanched, remembering how helpless she had felt on the cold floor of that immense hall. "Wh-why?" she said.

Ahsoka moved closer to Padme and laid a hand upon the soft scarlet fabric of her leg, smiling innocently. "Come on, Senator, I know what Dowmeia wants me to do, and how to do it. I just needed a little practice; doing it to yourself can be so boring sometimes," she looked right into the depths of Padme's chocolate-coloured eyes with her own intense blue, "You, my lovely, were the perfect candidate."

The Naboo Senator was shocked by Ahsoka's simple, yet daunting eloquence. It had taken herself years to create that effect. Maybe there was more to this Padawan than met the eye. And the eye did not go wanting.

"So, I was subject to your whim, was that it?" Padme raised her voice, indignant. Ahsoka, still confident in her abilities, became bolder. She reached up and stroked Padme's face, her voice purring. "Please, Padme, try to understand. All my life I've been holed up in this place. The Jedi code forbids real relationships. I've never even touched one of my own species sexually. My only solace is the Force and what it can do. I really want this chance to awaken another. I will do whatever you want, so long as I can teach others in the sexual ways of the Force."

Padme's heart went out to the frustrated teenager. She had been like that herself once, albeit in a less restrictive environment. On impulse she hugged Ahsoka, feeling the Padawan's developing breasts against her own ample set. They were both about the same height and build, but Ahsoka, through thirteen years of gruelling physical training, was much fitter and toned.

Padme held Ahsoka at arm's length and said, "Okay, Ahsoka. On Dac, the niece of Senator Dowmeia, Shiam Howmeia, needs the guidance of a Jedi and we're going to give that to her. You're going to give that to her. But I guess you know this. I have talked with your master and we have arranged an alibi for you while you're away. Just know, you will be gone for two standard months, so if you don't want to go, now would be the time to say. Do you want to stay?"

Ahsoka put both legs on the bed, kneeling. She just shook her head, her white and blue head-tails swinging with the motion. Padme touched one and smiled.

"All right, we will get you to Dac. Everything has been arranged, and after, I attend to things here, I will join you there in a few weeks. Instruct the Senator's niece well."

LEMON

Ahsoka's cute little face lit up with joy. She hugged Padme and, without warning, gave her one of the most ardent and passionate kisses that she had ever gotten. Surprised at first, Padme pulled away. But when she realised how much she wanted that tight little orange body, she couldn't resist.

Taking a firm grip on Ahsoka's tube top, the Senator pulled it up and over the Jedi's head, exposing firm breasts, a purple nipple adorning each one. Ahsoka proceeded to tear apart Padme's clothing, her carnal Togrutan instinct coming to the fore. Shredding Senator Amidala's top, Ahsoka bent down and put the perfect breast in her mouth, licking a nipple, while fondling the other. Padme arched her neck back in delight, almost unable to believe her good fortune. Although married to Anakin Skywalker, she never had any qualms about the few times she had displaced her loyalty to him and gave in to more primitive desires.

Eager to reciprocate, Padme reached up the little Padawan's miniskirt, felt her panties and started to rub vigorously. Trembling, Ahsoka fell back onto her mattress, legs apart and squirming with pleasure as the slender, experienced fingers of Senator Padme Amidala of Naboo stroked her clitoris. It was true what people said: Women knew their fellow female's bodies much better than any man.

Padme, wet between her own legs from the excitement, laid flat on the bed, her head very near to Ahsoka's budding womanhood. Grinning, she gently licked the alien's folds. Ahsoka let out a squeal. This spurned Padme on and she licked faster and deeper every time, revelling in the ecstasy she brought. With on hand stroking her own pussy, in its partially shredded lacy coverings, the Senator continued to eat out the teenage Togruta. Suddenly and without warning, Padme felt herself sprayed with a warm liquid as Ahsoka herself moaned loudly enough to wake a Force-ghost. Padme lapped up the juice that saturated her face.

The Padawan was a squirter. That would be a bonus. Shaking and screaming, another orgasm rocked the petite Jedi.

"By the force," she panted after her climax had subsided, "that was extraordinary."

Padme licked a finger. "Thank you." She giggled.

"Ahsoka, get dressed. You have to leave in three standard hours."

Padme got up off the bed and realised she had no wearable clothes. "Uh, Ahsoka, can you lend me something to wear?"

All the Senator heard in reply was: "I kind of like you like that."