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Anakin was painfully hard. His cock twitched as it rested on the flat of his stomach with precum dripping from the swollen, reddish tip.
He looked so pretty like this, Padmé thought to herself.
His body was covered in a thin layer of sweat with his breath rapidly increasing and then decreasing while he waited for her next move. Sabé and Padmé both looked at him, and then each other before Padmé ran her hands up her husband’s muscular thighs, framing his cock between her thumbs as they moved up his stomach.
“Isn’t he a good boy?” she asked, pinching his nipples gently and reveling in the grunt he gave her in return. Padme stepped out of the way and moved around to his side to gently brush the sweat slicked hair away from his face. “You’re doing so good, baby.”
Sabé smiled, and stepped between his legs again. “He is. Such a good boy. You were right.”
Anakin whined, his biceps flexing as he tugged on the rope bounding his hands together. She knew he could easily break it if he had wanted to, or use the force to untie himself, but he liked the feeling of controlled helplessness. And with him being so desperate for more, his thoughts were hardly clear enough to really help himself. She didn’t know how he’d react at first, or how Sabé would, since neither of them really liked to share. But they both loved taking care of Padmé and slowly, they were getting pretty good at taking care of each other as well. Anakin liked to dominate as much as be dominated, and Sabé loved being worshipped almost as much as she wanted to worship Padmé. And Padmé only wanted to give them both what they desired. Tonight that just happened to be giving Sabé control, and telling Anakin what a good boy he was while they fucked and filled him for hours.
“What do you want, Ani? Tell us,” Padmé said, gently tracing the tracks of his earlier tears from how overwhelmed he’d been in his desperation to eat them both out until they came, only for Sabé to edge herself in order to frustrate him.
Padmé didn’t have the patience or the self-control Sabé had, riding Anakin’s face to her climax and satisfying her husband’s very need to please her. Sabé had taken care of his needs in her own way, praising him with every lick and suckling of her clit while she edged Padmé with a vibrator. Padmé’s moans encouraging Anakin along with Sabé’s occasional pull of his hair.
By the end of it, Anakin needed a break to calm himself down since he wasn’t allowed to come yet. To keep him needy and waiting, they’d tied him up and let him watch while they fingered each other, not quite to another orgasm but close. Now, Padmé could see it all over his face that he wanted to be filled. He wanted that feeling of completion that Padmé knew so well because of her own desire for him to be deep inside her. And Sabé was incredibly enthusiastic about them both getting what they wanted. All Anakin had to do was say the word.
“C’mon. Tell us,” Sabé said, gently petting his cock and making his back arch while he moaned. “Oh, you’re so pretty like this. He’s so beautiful, Padmé.”
“He is.” Padmé crouched down next to his ear and kissed his temple. “You’re awful quiet. Is this too much? Do you need us to stop?”
He shook his head. “N-no. Don’t stop. Neither of you.”
Padmé hooked a finger under his chin and forced him to look at her. “Then tell me what you want,” she demanded at the same time Sabé gripped his cock in her fist and stroked him hard from base to tip.
“Fuck me!” He groaned louder than he ever had, his wrists desperately pulling at his restraints. “Fuck me, please!”
“Okay, Ani.” Sabé grinned at Padmé who nodded her head in return.
“I want to be fucked, too,” Padmé breathed against his ear. She kissed him languidly, shoving her tongue in his mouth, holding his face in her hands while Sabé stroked his cock harder.
When Padmé backed off and stood back up, he was a mess again. Eyes blown wide and glassy, his face flushed, chest heaving. She wanted to straddle his perfect face and grind herself against his mouth until she couldn’t take another second on his tongue. But she wanted the feel of his thick cock stretching her out around him even more.
“Are you close?” Sabé asked, thumbing the tip of his cock. “She wants you to fuck her. Are you gonna come in her while my cock is inside you? Or are you gonna be a good boy and wait until she comes?”
“I’m a good boy,” he breathed. “I can be a good boy. Please!”
Padmé strolled back around but was stopped with a firm arm from Sabé, pulling her in for a deep kiss of their own. Sabé reached around and brought a firm hand down against Padmé’s ass that made her moan. “You think he can take it if he’s inside you?”
“I think we should let him try,” she whispered against Sabé’s lips, watching as Anakin wriggled against the covers, whispering to himself while he watched them.
“How do you want him?” She gripped her ass, reaching lower to press her fingers into Padmé’s pussy. “He’s so ready. Aren’t you, Ani?”
Anakin nodded his head quickly and made an affirming grunt.
Padmé dropped her head to Sabé’s shoulder and sighed. “Behind me. Does that work for you?”
Sabé kissed her hair softly. “Any position you want him in will work for me. I want you to feel good,” she said softly, sliding a finger inside her and back out. “You’re so ready too…”
Padmé dug her nails into her back. “Fuck… Do that again.”
Sabé gripped her ass tight, slipping two fingers into her and pumping them slowly while she moaned. Sabé’s touch was the perfect mix of soft and firm, in total control of both her and Anakin.
“Anakin get up,” she said, tapping his knee with the fingers she’d just had inside Padmé. Then she lifted Padmé’s face from her shoulder and pointed to the bed. “And you get on your hands and knees.”
Anakin slowly climbed off the bed, tilting Sabé’s face up and capturing her lips while Padmé climbed on the bed. Her knees felt weak watching him devour Sabé’s mouth as she untied his hands, grabbing her breasts and tweaking her nipples to make her moan. Seeing the two of them all over each other only made her want them both even more. The little pleased noises they both made while they kissed and touched each other making her pussy throb.
“Okay. Enough,” Sabé said breathlessly, pushing him back. “Go be my good boy and fuck your wife. And if you’re really good, I’ll fuck you until you come inside her.”
“Yes ma’am,” he said softly to Sabé. Anakin roughly grabbed Padmé’s hips and a firm hand on the back of her neck pushed her face into the covers. He could be rough with her and still give up all control to Sabé. It was a freedom he deserved and Padmé wanted him to have. “You’re dripping angel,” he rasped, gathering some of her wetness to rub on the tip of his cock. “Absolutely soaked.”
He leaned down and kissed and nipped each cheek of her ass. Then he dipped his tongue down into her pussy making her jolt from the unexpected attention.
“F-fuck, Anakin!” Padmé panted, clenching down on nothing when he removed his tongue again.
Sabé knelt on the bed and ran her hands up and down Padmé’s back. “She’s such a good girl. She’s been waiting so long to take you. Make her come.”
Padmé’s entire body shuddered at Sabé’s words and she grabbed the sheets tight in her fists as Anakin eased her hips back. He pushed his cock inside her so slowly she could feel every inch and coax her to moan until she was breathless when he bottomed out. Her husband wasn’t overly large, but he was definitely enough to give her that slow stretch she had to get accustomed to.
“That’s it,” Sabé praised, rubbing Anakin’s abs and up across his chest. “You’re so good to her. So good for us. Padmé takes you so well!”
Anakin thrust his hips forward hard, making them both cry out. The intensity of the moment amplified with Sabé’s endless praise. She couldn’t believe it had taken her so long to figure out how much her husband loved praise, but she didn’t know how much she would like it either until the three of them started spending nights together. Sabé seemed to bring things out in the both of them that were otherwise hidden and ways to please each other they hadn’t even thought of.
It was Sabé’s voice she heard in her ear, along with Anakin’s husky grunts, when she came the first time. His thrusts were so deep, hips slapping loudly against hers as he quickly brought her to another climax, encouraged by Sabé’s fingers delicately rubbing her clit in time with his desperate movements. She could feel his cock pulsing inside her, could sense how close he was by the sporadic snaps of his hips. But she knew how much more powerful his orgasm would be when he got what he wanted.
“Ani stop!” Padmé pleaded, tapping her hand on the bed. “Sabé, fuck him, he’s about to come!”
Anakin slowed his motion, panting and groaning when he slapped her ass hard. “Fuck I was so close!”
“Well, we can’t have that yet then, sweet boy. Can we?” Sabé hummed, and Padmé felt the mattress shifting when she stood up again. “Stay,” she demanded.
Padmé struggled, but she lifted herself up, throwing her hair over her shoulder to look behind her. The sight she saw was enough to take her breath away. Anakin held her tight, fingers digging into the flesh of her ass with his eyes closed while Sabé got ready for him.
Sabé stepped into the harness again and adjusted the straps snug against her hips and chose the strap-on Anakin preferred. It was slightly above average length and a little thicker than Padmé preferred but Anakin loved the overwhelming feel. He liked to be pushed to his limits and kept there until he was on the verge of tears. Padmé was used to how easily overwhelmed he got during sex, and Sabé seemed to love taking him there. All of his emotions were so raw and on the surface, it took so little. Especially with gentle, soft reminders about how well he was doing.
She didn’t mind a little disrespect with her praise, being called filthy, desperate, greedy, or a whore if she was really in the moment, but Anakin just wanted to be held and fucked slowly. He loved when she pet his hair and told him how proud she was of the way he took her cock. Of how sweet he looked when she was buried inside him.
It worked the same when he was inside her. He could be wild and desperate, but she liked him most in the morning. He was slow and lazy then, sucking on her nipples, giving her gentle strokes while she whispered in his ear.
When Anakin let out a deep moan behind her, she realized he was listening to her thoughts while she replayed each of those moments in her mind.
“You like that. Don’t you, Ani?” Padmé said, clenching around his cock and pushing her hips back slowly. “Being my good boy? You make me feel so good. Sabé’s going to give you what you want now.”
“Yes she is,” Sabé said with a laugh. Sabé stepped behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She slowly dragged her fingers across his chest and down to his hips before grabbing Padmé’s. She pulled Padmé’s hips back until Anakin was completely inside her again, causing Padmé to drop back to her forearms and whine louder. Anakin grunted and tried to thrust himself but couldn’t with his body wedged between theirs. “Easy, baby…” Sabé whispered, kissing his back softly. “Put her on her stomach and spread your legs for me. Don’t pull out.”
Anakin reached underneath Padmé and held her back to his chest before laying her down with his knees on either side of her legs. Wet, squelching sounds filled the silence when he bucked his hips into hers, grabbing the sheets tight in his own fists. “Oh fuck, Padmé,” he moaned. “Sabé, please!”
Despite how many times she’d come already, she could already feel a coiling in her lower body with each heavy breath that landed on her shoulder where his lips were pressed. She couldn’t move, solely at the mercy of both her lovers.
The cap on the bottle of lube clicked while Sabé warmed it in her hands. She slathered it all over the cock strapped to her waist and then directed her attention back to Anakin. “You sound so good when you beg.” She ran a hand down the curve of his backside. “How do you feel, Padmé? Are you ready for more from him?” she asked, gently rubbing her slick thumb against the skin between his hole and his balls, tracing the seam of his sac while he tried to stay still.
Anakin whined loudly in Padmé’s ear making her walls tighten around him. She was so proud of him being this patient and obeying. Sabé loved to toy with him but she also knew the kind of struggle he was dealing with to not come inside Padmé yet. “Oh! Ani, I love the way you feel inside me. I need you…”
“Ani? Are you ready?”
“S-so ready,” he breathed. “Oh, fuck… I’m so ready…”
“Okay, sweet boy.” She dripped more lube into her hands and then slowly began pushing her fingers inside him. He groaned, not out of pleasure, forcing her to stop while he adjusted to her touch. He nodded his head for her to continue and let out a softer cry when she worked her fingers in and out of him, muscles tensing each time she pulled away. “There you go. Does that feel good now?”
“Feels too good!”
“Too good? Are you sure you’re ready for more, then?” She asked in a faux-mocking tone, pushing her fingers in all the way while she squirted cold lube on his hole that made him jolt. “Maybe you should beg me again.”
“Ugh! Please fuck me!”
Sabé’s grin was wide at his higher tone of voice. “How bad do you want it?”
“So, so bad!”
Anakin’s begging did something to Padmé too, causing her inner walls to pulse around his hard cock and pulling another long moan from him. “Beg her, Ani. Tell her how much you need it. How good you are!”
“I w-want it so, s-so bad,” he stammered, trying to push his hips back to seek out more while staying inside Padmé’s warm cunt. “Need it, Sabé… I’m a good boy. I can take it. I’m such a good boy!”
After fingerfucking him until his muscles were straining and he thrusted his cock deeper into Padmé, she stopped. Satisfied at the sight before her when he widened his legs further and pushed his ass up higher for her to play with.
“Yeah you are. Don’t move, I’ll do the work to take care of you. You just focus on Padmé.” Sabé pulled her fingers back and pushed until just the tip was inside him. She gave him just a few seconds to catch his breath after he gasped before giving a shallow thrust into him. “That’s it. Good boy. Just relax…”
Anakin’s teeth sunk down into Padmé’s shoulder as he moaned. She didn’t really have to see him to know his telltale, blissed out face was on full display. They had kept him on edge for so long he probably wasn’t going to last too many of the deep strokes Sabé loved to give him either way.
Where Anakin was fueled with hormones and desperation, Sabé was so determined and precise to wring out every last drop of pleasure she could. Anakin could honestly be fucked straight to sleep if he had a choice, she thought. And tonight just might be that night.
“You’re so beautiful taking all of this cock,” Sabé murmured, rubbing her hands up his back. She pulled almost all the way out and slowly sunk back in. “Taking all of me so well.”
The three of them worked together until Sabé’s thrusting was felt by Padmé as Anakin fucked her into the bed. With every arch of his back, the firm tip of his cock brushed her g-spot and nearly threw her over the edge again if it were physically possible for her to come one more time, which she was no longer sure it was.
“More! More, Sabé!” Anakin begged, giving Padmé a few thrusts of his own that had her groaning into the pillows. “Please! Fuck me harder!”
Sabé took him by the hips and roughly slammed her hips into his. The forcefulness of it felt as Padmé’s body slid mercilessly against the bedsheets. “Harder?” She thrust into him again. “How much harder? Do you deserve it, my sweet boy?”
“Give me everything. I’ve been so good. I want more!” He nodded his head and whimpered. “I want to come so bad! I need it! Need to, please!”
“Oh, Ani…” She cooed, tugging his hair roughly and fucking him harder. “Yes, you are our perfect boy. You can come now, don’t hold back. Give it to her.”
Padmé had her hips slammed into at a brutal pace, Sabé burying her cock in Anakin every time he pushed back against her after thrusting inside Padmé. Anakin threaded his fingers through Padmé’s to pin her against the bed. The ruthless nature of their fucking while giving him his release. Padmé turned her head so she could moan his name in rhythm with his hips, only managing half of it at a time between gasps.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take one more pounding thrust, Anakin squeaked out a final plea for Sabé. Pleading for her and calling out Padmé’s name. She took a tight hold on his hips and rocked hers forward while he came in rapid bursts, growling in Padmé’s ear. Sabé pushed his hips forward until Padmé groaned and thrust every inch into him and stilled, waiting for his body to stop trembling as his orgasm flooded all of his senses. Eventually his shaky breaths evened back out as he collapsed on Padmé’s back, nearly knocking the air from her lungs.
“Ani, that was so good,” Padmé said weakly, too exhausted for anything more. She reached around her back to soothingly stroke whatever bit of skin she could reach.
Sabé slowly pulled out of him, making him whine from the emptiness. If he wasn’t so worked up, she would’ve stayed inside and given him that security but he was too far gone. “I’m so proud of you,” Sabé purred, dropping the harness to the floor and stepping out of it before she ran to the fresher to clean up. “So, so proud of how well you both did.”
Back in the bedroom, she laid down on the bed next to Padmé and kissed her slowly, sucking her lip into her mouth until Padmé was as overstimulated as Anakin. She pulled herself away from Sabé’s mouth, tapping on Anakin’s arm in the process. “I love you so much, but I need to move… You’re smashing me, baby.”
She didn’t really want to lose the fullness of his cock buried in her or his come, but he was so exhausted, she was pretty sure he was already falling asleep.
The two of them managed to ease his softened cock out of her and turn him over. The wide, sated grin on his face filled her chest with warmth. She rose up on her knees, whimpering when his come started dripping down her thighs. Sabé came up behind her, circling her waist and wiping some of the spend off her thighs before lifting it to her lips.
“That’s so hot. I know you want this,” she whispered in her ear. “Open your mouth.” Padmé moaned softly, drawing Sabé’s fingers into her mouth to suck and lick clean. Sabé drug her wet fingers down Padmé’s neck, taking her time to gently kiss over each bite mark left by Anakin, soothing her until she was sleepy too. “Come on, my queen. Let me clean you up, too.”
When they returned, Anakin was softly snoring away in the center of the bed. One of his arms lay haphazardly on the pillow above his head, the other across his chest. Just as they’d left him.
“He really is so perfect like this,” Padmé whispered, twining her fingers with Sabé’s. “I’m so happy you’re here with us. You’re amazing for us both. Did we satisfy you, my love?”
“I love you, so I’m just happy you let me,” Sabé said, kissing her nose while they climbed into bed. “Happy he lets me. You always satisfy me.”
“Lets you? He loves you now.” Padmé wiped sweat-slick curls from his face and smiled. “Look at him.”
Sabé leaned down and kissed his forehead, grinning at the small twitch in his lip.
Groggily, he wrapped his arms around the both of them as they settled at his sides, and said to no one in particular, “I love you so much.”
Sabé giggled and patted his chest while Padmé snuggled herself against his side. “We love you too, Ani.”