As Ahsoka rested her head on her master's chest, she was filled with a sense of belonging and serenity that she had not felt since she was a youngling. And she slept.
...
She awoke the next morning still naked under her master's arm, his hand lightly fondling her small, supple breasts. Anakin himself seemed calm and collected, his attention focused on a nearby window through which the morning sun shone brightly.
He seemed to Ahsoka to exude an air of power, his sunlit features so dignified and rugged that she couldn't help but stare in awe and be silently grateful for having been granted the honor - nay privilege - of training under such a distinguished Jedi Knight.
As she smiled contently to herself, Ahsoka suddenly noticed the numbers on her nearby chronometer blinking rapidly. Upon closer inspection, her eyes widened in a panic.
"Oh no!" she cried.
"What is it, Snips?" replied Anakin, startled.
"Master!" exclaimed Ahsoka. "We were supposed to rendezvous with Master Obi-Wan at Sector Command almost two hours ago!"
Her master's expression quickly returned to that of calm and serenity. "Actually, Snips, I told Master Obi-Wan to delay our meeting until later today. I figured after our little communion with the Force last night, we could use a little extra rest."
"But Master..." Ahsoka protested.
"You're not questioning my judgment again are you, Snips?" Anakin mused nonchalantly, his eyes narrowing.
"Of course not, Master Anakin! Forgive me."
"You're forgiven, Snips." said Anakin, his face softening. "On the condition that you stay exactly as you are so that I might have something pleasant to look at while I get dressed."
"As you wish, Master."
As Anakin finished fastening his tunic, he glanced once more at his trusted student. Ahsoka remained as he had instructed her, lying naked and pure on his makeshift bed. Indeed, she looked not unlike the slave girls Anakin had witnessed on Tatooine as child, forever bound to the Hutt Clan's brothels just as Ahsoka was now bound to him, perhaps for life. But then… what of Padme?
His lingering gaze had not gone unnoticed by his nubile padawan. "What is, Master?" she asked inquisitively.
"Snips, did I say you could talk?" Anakin said sharply.
"Master, I didn't mean to--"
"Come here!" he demanded, beckoning her with a flick of his wrist.
Timidly, little Ahsoka approached her master, holding his blanket to her chest.
"Drop it." he ordered, to which she promptly obeyed... her arms limply falling to her sides, the blanket falling to her feet.
Anakin took a brief moment to eye the naked Togruta girl from head to toe. He then grabbed her arm and pulled her nimble body close to his. Ahsoka felt at once a sense of dread as well as arousal, her master's gloved bionic hand slowly wrapping around her pretty neck. "Master--!" she gasped.
"So delicate." he whispered. "So young and pure." Upon saying these words, Anakin at last released his grip but before little Ahsoka could react, her lithe form was pushed against the wall with her back to her master. She felt exceedingly vulnerable as Anakin pressed up against her, forcefully grinding the hardness of his clothed crotch into her soft bare buttocks.
"Master, it's hurts!" cried Ahsoka. "Please, I don't wish to commune with the Force today!"
"Be silent." was her master's only reply.
As the leather of Anakin's glove reached downward towards her nether region, Ahsoka bit her lip to stifle her desperate cries of pain.
Relentlessly the Jedi Knight rubbed his young pupil's quivering slit raw until her legs began to quake under the repeated assault. As she started to collapse, her master growled, "I'm not done with you yet, Snips. Not even close."
Just then, she felt the warmth of Anakin's member pushing up against her virgin tenderness. As her master's shaft slowly penetrated her, Ahsoka at once let out a panicked shriek. This only served to further excite the Jedi Knight, who then proceeded to violently grab the padawan's lekku until she at last sobbed aloud, "Master, I beg you, please... mercy!"
Her master however was ruthless in his defilement of the young trainee, thrusting himself in and out of her as though he were possessed. Anakin was determined to utterly subjugate his student-turned-consort in a way she would never forget.
As he approached climax, the Jedi Knight wrapped both his hands around Ahsoka's neck as he tirelessly and remorselessly impaled her upon his engorged member.
As Anakin finally released his seed, he held his padawan tightly, pulling Ahsoka from against the wall and collapsing atop of her down on the floor as her womb quickly filled with his precious essence.
There they remained for what seemed like an eternity, locked in a world all their own, their bodies like one as Anakin held Ahsoka firmly, his Jedi robe thick with human sweat and Togruta tears while his hands still clasped the young girl's breasts... his shaft still pulsing deep within her aching nethers.
Finally, Ahsoka caught her breath.
"M-Master Anakin," She cried softly. "Why...?"
Through heavy breaths, Anakin replied, "Because you’re my apprentice, Snips. And nothing more. Always remember that.”
Ahsoka paused for a moment, trembling as her eyes began to well up again. She took a deep breath.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way, Master.” she finally said softly.
"Well said, Snips." Anakin remarked with indifference. "You're a day older."
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