A Venomous Galaxy (Crossover) Chapter 12 (Patreon)

Chapter 12: A Tranquil Nightmare

The meeting was adjourned not too long after and Ahsoka was given leave to explore freely. Anakin had been waiting outside that room the entire time. The other masters filed past him but paid him no regard save for Obi-Wan and Yoda. He smiled seeing her again.

“Are you okay?” Anakin said.

“Yes I'm fine master,” she said.

“What about...what about that?” he said, gesturing at the black suit of Venom still tightly wound about her body.

“The Jedi have decided to tolerate it's presence for now. As an ally.”

“I heard all of it,” he said. “I could hear from the other side.”

“What was that thing that fell?” Ahsoka said.

“Oh uh...when I heard that loud shriek, I tried to get in there and help you. Only to fall straight on my face.” He smiled awkwardly.

“Guess that makes two of us who aren't in tip top shape.”

“Well met Chosen One,” it said to him. “I have not forgotten you.”

“And I remember you very well. If I hadn't stabbed you with my lightsaber, you would be wearing my skin instead, wouldn't you?”

“That was not a very Jedi thing to do. Or say for that matter. I thought your kind were warriors of peace.”

“I'm not a typical Jedi. And if you dare hurt my apprentice, I'll tear you apart.”

“You are in no position to be tearing apart anything. Not in the sorry state you are in, and not as a Jedi. You say you heard most of it? Then you know your masters would tear you apart in turn for doing such a thing.” It laughed it's dark laugh. “Or perhaps you would take your beloved apprentice's place? Your scent is as powerful as ever Chosen One. Why do you think I empowered this woman to save you? Be on your guard. The day will come when I will wear you. And then this galaxy will be ours for the taking.” It growled at him, but Anakin felt no fear. Instead it was almost like the thing was laughing at him.

A vein was forming in Anakin's temple. He was gritting his teeth. “Master, are you alright?” Ahsoka said.

He looked at her, shocked. “Are you saying that...are you telling me you didn't hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“Those words were spoken to you and you alone Chosen One. As are these. But you don't need to worry. Enjoy your life as you see fit. When I come for you it will be so quick that you won't even see it coming. But I am surprised. You let me near you, I could taste your breath. I felt your power, and I know you wanted mine. Why, if I were to have you right now, I could give you your arm back. Not that fake, but one you would feel as those it were your own flesh. So why?”

Those words tempted Anakin. His prosthetic arm had been a source of great shame for him ever since the duel on Geonosis. He had made the best of that tragedy, treated it as a weapon like it was his lightsaber, rebuilt it again and again until it was stronger than the arm he had lost. But it was never a part of him.

He could feel it's voice trying to break into his mind. No matter how much he reflected upon it's fearsome visage, he remembered how seductive it's voice sounded. Sometimes it was like a calm father, and other times it seemed like a mother. So many memories surged to the surface, of his own mother, of struggling to fit in with the Jedi as a young padawan and even to this day as a proud Jedi Knight, those feelings hadn't faded away. He never knew his father, and the only man who seemed close to that was Supreme Chancellor Palpatine.

He realized his mind was becoming vulnerable. So he sank into a Jedi meditative trance. His natural affinity for the force meant he could do that quite easily. He was not as refined as Mace Windu or Master Yoda yet, but he had gotten good at it. Enough that he could do it with his eyes open while out in public without even trying.

He remembered after Dooku had taken his hand. He had just gotten a mechanical replacement. None of the other masters including his own had dared scold him. But they did not offer him the support he needed either. Only Obi-Wan was by his side as it was fitted upon his forearm. Of the senior members of the order like Mace Windu and Yoda, they just looked away.

After that was done, he needed some time to himself. Without telling anyone, he made a private trip to Naboo. Padme's first reaction at her palace seeing him like that was to gasp, and then wept bitterly. She hugged him and it meant so much to him that she didn't once think to scold him.

That same day, they were married. The party was a small one, being such a private ceremony. That evening as the sun set and the forest moon and water moon of Naboo rose into the night sky shortly followed by it's informal third moon, she led him to her room and then taking her robes off, she bared her naked body before him. He blinked seeing her nude form, and despite the trauma he had just been through, the experiences of battle, he suddenly felt like a little boy again.

“Uh...um...” he stammered.

“Have you ever done this before?” she said.

For all of the Jedi's reputation as peaceful warriors in tune with themselves, they had gone to extreme lengths to stave off the temptations of the dark side. As in, they had bordellos and paid paramours around to sate the urges of their members. All species, all genders. Humans, Twi'leks, even Rodians and Itkotchi. As soon as he had come of age, he had been tempted to take one of them.

But he did not. This situation reminded him far too much of his own predicament with his mother on Tatooine. He already knew the other knights and masters, the padawans there since they were babies he outperformed within months of arriving, looked down on him. For all the fine living in the Jedi Temple compared to a slave's life in the desert, it just gave him another reason to distrust them.

He also knew lots of guys liked to lie about how many women they had scored with. And he didn't want to lie to Padme. “N-no...”

He suddenly wished he hadn't said that. She was already in her mid teens when they first met in the podraces. He knew she had probably kissed her fair share of boys, probably had one already. Probably had her fair share of older men too in all the time that passed since then. He didn't want to think about how they had kissed her, how they had touched her. How they knew what they were doing and he didn't. He expected her to pity him or secretly laugh at him.

But she did not say anything and only advanced towards him. Before he knew it, she had unfastened his mechanical arm and set it aside. Then she took his flesh hand, his hand, and took it to her breast.

He was spellbound. His shame evaporated. A heat was rising in his body, he let her move his hand across her breasts, and he eagerly touched and groped all over them. What he felt was more than raw desire, it was acceptance of who he was, of all that he had become for better or worse. He was touching her fervently and he was so excited and terrified.

He let her guide his hand down to her beautiful flat stomach. She held it there for several minutes, he wasn't as grubby as he had been before. He just admired the texture of her skin, her willingness to be vulnerable with him. For an instant, he let himself think of how nice it would be to see her pregnant with his child and living peacefully at her estate here on Naboo, far away from the war. From the Jedi, from the Sith, from everything.

From himself.

Then his attention was distracted back to his stump of an arm and he remembered the searing agony, the humiliation as if he were there himself. He remembered the war, and he remembered Dooku, of how close he came to killing both him and Obi-Wan. All he could think of was his the trial of the flesh he suffered that day.

The idea of peaceful living suddenly seemed like an insult. That same heat which was rising in him, the feeling of Padme’s naked skin, that giddy nervousness, it all seemed too much like that fated time on Geonosis. He gazed back into her eyes, stared at her beautiful features, and as much as the promise of staying with her for the rest of his life captivated him even in this awkward moment, it could not quell the shame of that insult he suffered that day. Deep beneath his brow, he felt a growing anger.

She clasped his hand stronger. That got his attention. But he still felt the call of the dark side even in this serene place in her presence. Looking into her eyes, he knew that she sensed something was bothering him. He suddenly realized how much he had forgotten the naked woman in front of him.

The idea of getting used to this naked woman appealed to him, to become a man. But to become adjusted to her thanks to his anger was perverse and he felt horrible for even allowing himself to feel that way, he felt as if the moment had been spoiled. He looked away from her in shame.

She cupped his face. “Ani...” She had his attention now. She grabbed his hand with both of hers and she moved it down to her vagina. Her elegant pubic hair was trimmed so finely.

He might as well have been staring at a piece of art, not another human being. And she was well beyond beautiful. But she knew that he wasn't looking directly at her. She knew it because she let go of his wrist and his hand remained there, and yet he still seemed dumbfounded. It was not shy fear, and he was not touching her as she would have liked.

He was so entranced that he didn't notice her clasp the forearm of his other hand. He only noticed it when she brought the stump to her mouth and licked it. He sucked in his breath and a sudden awareness returned to his eyes.

The sight of her licking his stump caught him off guard. More than the first kiss they shared here on Naboo and their recent wedding kiss, her tongue on such a spot, filled his pants up with his hardness and touched his heart in a way that both felt strange and he didn't want it to stop. Watching her like that, he felt much like the little boy who first glimpsed her back on Tattooine.

“Touch me Ani...” she said, looking up at him with her dark eyes.

Anakin was suddenly aware of her wetness on his fingers. He didn't say anything, he just did as he was told. He felt the inner folds of her vagina with his bare digits, felt how warm and tight she was.

“Padme...” he said lightly. He regained his initiative and openly felt inside of her, probing inside of her vaginal lips, sighing at feeling her. The hardness in his pants was now something beyond just acceptance.

He didn't hold back, fingering her deeper. Padme's dominant exterior faded a little bit from him touching her so aggressively, he wasn't being very eloquent or skillful, but there was no doubting how much he wanted it now. Even with his clumsy attempts at fingering, she was leaking down her inner thighs.

“A-Ani...”

He looked at her face, saw the need in her eyes. At first he was actually worried he was hurting her, and he stopped fingering her. He felt his erection wilt out of shame.

“Padme, I...I'm...”

“Ani, please!” She moved her hands into his robes and down his pants. He jumped up in his skin from first touching his penis underneath his clothes. He looked back at her naked body once again and remembered the feeling of her soft skin and how happy he was to have such a beautiful woman as his wife. He intended to consummate his desire for her.

He moved forth and kissed her directly. He was filled with so much passion that he pushed her directly down onto the bed behind her, and then she was under him. He awkwardly fumbled for her breasts and then her legs were around his waist. He was still kissing her when she pulled his manhood free of it's confines and pulled it inside of her.

He gasped, feeling her insides on the skin of his dick for the first time. It wasn't just his first time with a woman, it was his first time with her, his first time with his wife. That knowledge and his own inexperience prompted him to simply stand there on top of her, not moving. He could only breathe hard from the sweetness of being inside of her.

That wasn't enough for Padme. She wrapped her legs around him harder and pulled him forward. He had trained in the various lightsaber forms, had seen actual combat and performed all kinds of daredevil stunts. But in those intimate moments, he felt much like a newborn babe, clumsy and not able to walk at all.

Padme on the other hand was not so lost. She planted wet hot kisses all over his shoulder, his chest, and then held his face so they were looking into each other's eyes.

“Ani, please...” she said. He still felt like he was out of his depth, and then she said, “I love you.”

That brought it out of him. He felt the lust burning hotter in his dick than ever before and started pumping inside of her. He grunted like a beast and held her, sucked all over her breasts, shoved his tongue inside of her mouth as he had always wanted to do to her. She only held onto him even harder, encouraging this new side of him.

Then he suddenly came. Padme shrieked from feeling him cum inside of her early, but she was far from satisfied. Anakin was immersed in his own sexual bliss when she suddenly took charge and throwing him to the side so that he landed on his back, sucked him off with an intensity he hadn't known even in his worst battles. He was so stunned from his first climax with her that this new experience totally took him by surprise.

He looked down at her. There was nothing resembling the stately senator of the republic, or the beauty he had fallen in love with several times over. Instead she resembled many of the whores he had seen on the Coruscanti streets. Seeing her like that did nothing to diminish how hard he was getting again in her mouth and his heart was filled with a longing for her too.

When she looked up at him, there was a clear residue of his semen around her mouth and his fresh cum was oozing out her lips.

“Padme.” His voice was no longer filled with hesitation. He was still hard, and he wanted more of her. He would have voiced his need for her, he still feared being rejected. But that terror vanished when she lay down and pulled open her vaginal lips. His cum was still seeping out of her, and she looked just as desirable as before. His dread was gone. They made love well into the night.

When he woke up that morning under the Naboo sun, they were both naked. She was still asleep. He looked at her and then at the sun hovering in the blue sky above. The phantom pain in his stump, the memory of Dooku taking his hand hit him back with a vengeance, it was as fresh and painful as the first time. And yet that was not the only thing he felt.

He looked around him. The sky seemed much like it’s own galaxy, an azure blue with bled with an orange that was flaring into a pink. There was a running stream down the brook, he could hear it’s waters flowing so loudly in that tranquil silence. The battle on Geonosis seemed so unimportant now, like a bad dream he had as a child and now he could just laugh at how trivial it was. The pain faded and then it was gone, so joyous was the song in his heart. It was unimportant. He lovingly tousled her hair and lay back.

She opened up her eyes and looked at him. She looked like an angel. That made her next words him him like blow to the face. “It's coarse, and rough, and irritating, and it gets everywhere. Not like here. Here everything is soft, and smooth.” She giggled and looked him right in the eyes. “So Master Jedi. Am I soft and smooth enough for you?”

“I um...” He blushed. She lay her head further and it was right on his stomach. He still had the blanket on his naked skin. He felt himself getting hard again already underneath. “Well maybe,” he said, trying to sound smooth himself and instantly knowing he failed at it. “That's to say, I uh, I don't know...”

“Don't know? Well it's our honeymoon. I think I can give you plenty of time to find that answer in the meantime. And I am looking to get myself acquainted with something I find to be big and hard and just right.” She moved the blanket aside and took him inside her mouth again.

She felt even better than last night. He looked around it all, taking in the beauty of it all. The phantom pain came and gone many times, and he didn't care about it anymore, it was just so trivial now. He looked at her, her gorgeous features were radiant under the early Naboo sunlight.

And then once he was fully hard enough for her, she lay back on the mattress and spread her legs for him. He raised himself up and looked deep into her eyes, sparkling with lust as her beautiful features were covered in the darkness of his shadow as he entered into her once more. This is worth fighting for, he thought to himself.

Then he heard another voice.

“So. That's why.”

He didn't know who it was, he couldn't place. It seemed so foreign to everything around him. It wasn't Dooku, it wasn't anyone he had known. He looked around the paradise that surrounded him and yet there was nobody else. Padme was looking up at him in concern.

“Did you hear that?” he said. The way he spoke it sounded strange to his own ears. It seemed like everything was fading.

“Hear what?” she said. Her voice was all too faint and strange for him. There was a dark laughter in the distance. Padme seemed unconcerned.

Anakin looked around again. “Are you...are you Darth Sidious?” More laughter, closer this time. But there was nobody else there. He had to find it, this thing. It's voice was ominous and yet he knew he could not leave it be. He would find it and destroy it. If it cost him his legs too just as it had his arm, then so be it. He would not let anyone disturb this paradise.

He got up and left her. But then as he looked back, Padme hadn't moved one bit. She was still lying there on her back, spreading her legs for him, staring up where he had been but with him no longer in that position, her smile was for nobody. The scenery was just as beautiful as before. But the morning air, the birdsong, it seemed all too perfect, all too strange. Like it was being looped in some holo recording.

Then he blinked.