A Desire to be Mastered (Star Wars) (Patreon)

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Themes: Dom/Sub, Rough Sex, Anal Sex

Summary: Inspired by this image. In a world where another Jedi is assigned to track down the Kamino Lead and Obi-Wan goes with Anakin and Padme to Naboo to continue protecting the Senator, Padme has a choice to make. The bearded, older, more mature Jedi Knight, or his whiny immature Padawan. In the end, it's no choice at all. Only one of them gets invited to dinner with the former Queen. And as it so happens, Obi-Wan has experience with thirsty high-status bitches like Padme. Truth be told, she's like a mewling kitten compared to Satine. 

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“I must confess, I was quite shocked when you invited me to dine with you, Senator.”

His tone makes it abundantly clear he actually wasn’t shocked at all. He’s merely making polite conversation with the beautiful Senator from Naboo. For Obi-Wan Kenobi, this sort of thing… it’s rather old hat for him at this point.

Still, there’s no denying that Senator Amidala looks positively stunning tonight, just as there’s no denying that she dressed up specifically for him. Clad in a black leather corset, a lace skirt with a metallic shine to it, full-length fingerless gloves and a jet collar necklace, she was absolutely ravishing. And she knew it too.

Giving him what could only be described as a coy smile, Padme gingerly nips the latest bite off of her fork, chewing and swallowing for a moment before raising an eyebrow at him, her eyes glittering with desire.

“Is it such a surprise that I would wish to dine with you, Master Kenobi? After everything you’ve done to keep me safe not just now, but also in the past when I was Queen of Naboo.”

Obi-Wan offers a self-deprecating smile at that, shaking his head even as he partakes of some of the food as well. It really is delicious, exactly what one could expect of the staff of a Naboo Senator’s summer home. Indeed, the meal is fantastic in every way. It’s just a shame that Anakin couldn’t attend with them.

Alas, the boy hadn’t been feeling well for quite some time. He seemed agitated, and when Obi-Wan asked him what was wrong, all he could talk about was his dreams and nightmares. Admittedly, this was one of those times when Obi-Wan didn’t know how to help Anakin get through his current struggles. All he could do was try and be there to support his young Padawan as best as possible.

Still, when Anakin’s lack of sleep and all around rough disposition had caused him to snap at Senator Amidala, the woman they were supposed to be protecting, Obi-Wan had done the only thing he could do… he’d sent his Padawan to bed, telling Anakin to turn in early and get some sleep. The boy had ultimately gone, but he hadn’t looked happy about it… even as Padme had been entirely relieved to see his Padawan’s back.

It was shortly after Anakin had gone to sleep that Padme had extended the offer of dinner to Obi-Wan. If he’d known then what he’d since realized, would he have left himself in a position where the Senator from Naboo could get him alone as she had? Mm, probably. In the end, Anakin was no good to anyone in his current state. The boy needed some rest, and Obi-Wan truly hoped he would get it.

Meanwhile, it wasn’t like he’d been completely unaware of Padme’s burgeoning arousal for him either. It was easy enough to sense through the Force (and might be contributing to his Padawan’s bad mood, now that Obi-Wan thought about it) and she wasn’t exactly subtle in showing her interest either. Back on Coruscant, it’d been little more than small glances, mostly because Padme had been too busy with her work.

But now that they were on Naboo, the young Senator seemed to finally be able to relax… and she’d relaxed right into making more and more direct overtures towards her Jedi Protector. Letting out a soft sigh, Obi-Wan offers Padme his kindest smile.

“I’m no Master, milady. I’m still just a Jedi Knight.”

Feigning surprise, Padme widens her eyes in a somewhat comical fashion.

“Truly? That’s a shame. Certainly, the Sith Slayer himself is deserving of such a rank. If it were up to me, you would have made Master when you saved all of Naboo and myself from that filthy, terrifying Zabrak.”

Chuckling, Obi-Wan just shakes his head.

“I was a Padawan during those events, Senator Amidala. They promoted me to Knight because of them. Jumping from Padawan to Master… that just wouldn’t be done.”

Looking like the cat that caught the canary, Padme offers him a seductive smile as she reaches out and lightly slides her middle finger around the ring of her wine glass before picking it up and taking a long drink. When she’s done, she hums consideringly.

“Truly? I had no idea you were so… young. Why, we’re quite closer in age than I initially thought, Master Kenobi.”

Obi-Wan doesn’t bother trying to correct her again. At this point, there’s obviously no point. He just hums in return, still smiling at her cute attempts at seduction.

“Perhaps, Senator Amidala. Perhaps.”

A frown flashes across her face and silence falls for a moment as they continue eating. In truth, Padme is not the first highborn woman to be attracted to Obi-Wan Kenobi for a variety of reasons. In fact, the last time it happened, he wasn’t even the ruggedly handsome bearded Knight he was now. Admittedly, in comparison to his time with Satine Kryze, Padme Amidala was almost a mewling kitten. But then, in all fairness to the Senator from Naboo, Satine was Mandalorian.

Still, Padme has a fierceness to her in her own right. The kitten has claws, as she proves when she suddenly stands up from her chair.

“Please, Master Jedi. Join me on the balcony for some fresh air, won’t you?”

Obi-Wan arches an eyebrow, a technique he learned from his Master, but Padme has already turned and began walking towards the veranda doors with nothing but absolute confidence in her step. Her bared, beautiful shoulders however, are tight as Obi-Wan rises from his seat with grace and follows her, betraying her nervousness.

Knowing that she’d only continue making a fool of herself if he let this go on, Obi-Wan only waits until they’re out on the balcony to take control of the situation. When Padme turns back around, he can already tell she’s going in for a kiss. He stops her from doing so by reaching out and grabbing her arms, spinning her back around and pulling her back against his broad, muscular chest as he holds her tightly.

A gasp leaves her parted lips and the Senator trembles in his grasp.

“Senator Amidala… I am a Jedi. We Jedi are not allowed to have attachments. We are not to fall in love.”

Quivering for a moment, Padme nevertheless rallies with remarkable swiftness.

“I-I heard tell of a Jedi Master on your High Council who had multiple wives and several daughters…”

Raising an eyebrow, Obi-Wan slowly nods, chuckling at her somewhat mulish tone.

“Master Ki-Adi-Mundi has a special exemption from the Council, due to the low Cerean birthrate and the fact that for every son born, ten Cerean daughters are born. Indeed, he is expected to have several more children… given he’s only at seven daughters across his four wives.”

Still holding her, Obi-Wan allows himself to indulge for a moment and breathe in Padme’s scent. The smoky perfume she’s wearing is a delight to the senses, even as the Senator processes his words, spoken in a matter-of-fact tone.

“… So, then the Jedi do not have to be celibate, do they?”

In the end, Obi-Wan wishes he could say he was surprised. He is not.

“No, we do not have to be celibate. We can still engage in sexual intercourse so long as it does not form a possessive or obsessive attachment.”

He pauses for a moment, and then grips Padme a bit tighter, his fingers pressing ever so slightly into her body through her corset.

“Is that what you want from me, Senator?”

“Y-Yes!”

No hesitation. It was just as Obi-Wan expected. Padme Amidala was a thirsty young woman who had spent far too much of her time working. While her work was incredibly important, she’d clearly never had much of a relationship with anyone before… and she wasn’t about to start now. This wasn’t the beginning of some secret relationship where Obi-Wan broke the Jedi Code… but he could at least try to give Padme what she desperately desired. Hopefully once she got it out of her system, they could go back to being friends.

Spinning the young brunette around, Obi-Wan places his hands on her bared shoulders and begins to push gently but firmly. Catching on rather quickly, Padme eagerly sinks down to her knees before him, her eyes fixed on his face the entire time… until, of course, he pulls his cock out of his pants and robes and slaps it down on her face.

“Suck it, Senator.”

His order is followed without complaint, and indeed Padme’s face gets redder and more flushed with arousal from the way he commands her… just as Obi-Wan suspected. Satine had been similar, in a way. She didn’t want to be commanded, she wanted to be taken. She’d fight him every step of the way despite being a pacifist outside of the bedroom. She didn’t want control, but she wanted to make sure he earned the control he ended up exerting over her.

Padme, by comparison, had clearly already decided that he’d earned that control. Be it from slaying the Sith and saving her and her planet from enslavement and certain death, or even from his recent actions in defending her life and trying to hunt down the bounty hunters after her, she’d definitely come to the conclusion that he had the right to boss her around… and she obviously got off on it too.

One hand wraps around the base of his cock as she bobs up and down his member, while the other disappears down under her skirt, sliding between her legs. Obi-Wan watches as she dutifully sucks his cock for some time while also fingering herself right there on the balcony. Finally, though, he decides that he’s slick enough for what has to happen next and pulls her off of his cock and back up to her feet.

Before she can say a word, Obi-Wan spins her back around again, this time bending the beautiful Senator over the balcony itself, causing her to gasp and moan as he bends her over and runs his hands down her body. Her skirt is easily hiked up and flipped over her round bubble butt of a derriere, and Obi-Wan feasts his eyes upon her lacy black lingerie, raising both of his brows at the further evidence that she’d been planning for this all along.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you Senator?”

For a moment, Padme looks outraged that he would dare ask… but then she deflates, nodding her head shyly under his imperious, no-nonsense gaze.

“Y-Yes, Master Jedi…”

Humming, Obi-Wan slides his fingers under her lacy black undergarments and bunches them together before pulling them aside, exposing her glistening wet pussy lips and her puckered little anus to his view.

“… And a virgin you will remain.”

Padme only barely manages to make a noise of confusion and disappointment, before he makes his intentions very clear a moment later by sliding his cock between her ass cheeks and up against her back door. The Senator from Naboo’s eyes go wide and her jaw drops open as he uses her own spit and saliva and drool as lubrication to be able to slowly but surely begin sinking his sizable member into her asshole.

Clutching at the balcony for dear life, Padme’s face is bright red, and the blush is traveling all the way down her neck as she gasps and moans and pants in equal measure, completely and utterly at his mercy, helpless to resist.

“M-Master Kenobi!”

Smirking slightly, not at all surprised to see the highborn young woman reacting so… positively, Obi-Wan just chuckles and delivers a hefty smack to her right butt cheek, making it glow red from the blow.

SMACK!

“A woman such as yourself should give your first time to a man you truly love. Not a Jedi Knight who cannot return any deep feelings. But this much… this much I can do for you.”

With his point made, Obi-Wan settles into butt fucking Padme Amidala right there on her balcony overlooking the rest of the city. He pounds into her back door with all his might, causing her to gasp and moan and squeal and shriek. Eventually, she has to cover her own mouth with her hand to try and quiet herself, knowing she’s making far too much noise and not wanting to be caught.

Her anal muscles, meanwhile, clench down tightly around his cock, gripping his shaft quite powerfully indeed. More than once, Obi-Wan enjoys the spasming sensation of a woman cumming, those anal muscles contracting as Padme squeals into her palm and squirts all over the floor between her spread legs.

Reaching out with his free hand, Obi-Wan grabs the collar necklace around Padme’s neck and puts it to it’s proper use. Namely, he pulls the ‘necklace’ part around to her back, wrapping the fabric securely around his fist and pulling so that Padme’s back arches as she’s slightly choked by the soft fabric collar she’s wearing.

From the way she tightens up and cums about half a dozen times over the next several minutes, she definitely wore the necklace collar for that purpose in the first place, her eyes rolling back in her head and her tongue lolling out of her wide open mouth in abject ecstasy.

Finally, with a hoarse grunt, Obi-Wan finds himself tipping over the edge and using the Senator from Naboo’s ass as his own personal cum rag, pulling out of her tightly contracting muscles at the last second and coating her plump posterior in his seed, absolutely covering her in his white, hot ejaculate.

Padme slumps against the balcony’s ledge for support and Obi-Wan slowly pulls back, his cock tucked back into his trousers and robes before it can even fully go soft. With this much, at least, Senator Amidala’s lusts should be satisfied…

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As they’re recovering from their shared pleasure and fixing up their clothes, a sudden comm call comes in for Padme.

“Yes, what is it?”

“Senator, are you on your ship?”

“No?”

“Well, it just took off using your emergency access codes. Current navigational data suggests that it’s heading for Tatooine.”

All of the lust and affection of the previous moment is lost in a heartbeat as Padme and Obi-Wan go wide-eyed and stare at one another, both of them coming to the same conclusion in moments.

“Oh Anakin, what have you done…”

“Thank you for letting me know.”

Needless to say, there isn’t a moment of time for them to talk about what happened between them as they instead scramble to chase after Obi-Wan’s wayward apprentice. Anakin’s nightmares had finally gotten the better of him, causing him to race off in the middle of the night to save his mother.

Of course, unbeknownst to all involved, the lack of inner turmoil involving Padme, the lack of a relationship between him and the Senator from Naboo, had caused the timeline of events to shift ever so slightly… allowing Anakin to arrive in time to save his mother from the Tusken Raiders who had taken her.

Forced to choose between vengeance or getting his mother to safety, Anakin of course chose his mother every time. Shmi Skywalker would survive, and so would the Tusken Tribe that Anakin would have gone on to slaughter to the last man, woman and child in another time, starting his descent into Darkness.

The universe might just be saved… all because Obi-Wan had fucked Padme Amidala’s ass soundly enough to keep the thirsty highborn slut from resorting to his Padawan instead.

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A/N: I added in that last bit because it made me a little sad to think about Obi Wan railing Padme while Anakin was busy having nightmares about his mom dying lmfao. This way everyone wins :V