Author’s Note: Now you know the basic premise of the story, I shall spoiler a little. There are two choices now. Option one is that Anakin is able to perform the ritual. In Option two, he cannot rise to the occasion.
Part 2:
Option 1:
Panting, Padmé withdrew her hand and wiped it clean. As she waited for her breathing to calm down, she knew that she had done all she could to prepare. There was nothing left but to go through with it.
Dressing in a loose top and robe, she left her penthouse for her private transport. No one, not even her security, knew about this trip to the Jedi Temple for the ritual. Captain Tycho would demand a full explanation, one she was not comfortable in giving. Her agents were with her decoys, as she had informed the captain that she would be staying in her apartment all day. She should be back in time for the end of the Senate meetings that her handmaidens could handle without requiring her input.
It had been a while since she handled a speeder and navigating Coruscant airways was no picnic. Fortunately she arrived at the Temple without incident.
After giving her natural name to the reception, using her family surname as opposed to her regnal one, she was escorted by a guide to a wing of the Temple she had never seen before. Still architecturally styled in a similar fashion to the rest of the interior, yet it was not a wing that visitors to the Temple traversed.
Her guide stopped outside one of the many doors some distance down the corridor. A security panel was placed beside it, into which the guide pressed a code that opened the door. They gestured for Padmé to step inside.
Within, a short corridor led her to a large bedroom. A bed was placed against the furthest wall, near a corner. Before it were three chairs, all occupied. Obi-Wan sat in one, next to him was a curvaceous female Jedi who she presumed had tutored Anakin. In the last chair sat an androginuous Jedi, a species unfamiliar to her, who must be the trial master.
She took off her robe and knelt upon the bed in front of them. Her eyes drifted to Obi-Wan who carefully glanced at her, silently seeming to make sure she was well.
After what seemed like a long wait, she could hear someone walking down the short corridor. Glancing towards the entrance, she soon came to fix her gaze on Anakin.
He was taller. Much taller than his master, with a long padawan braid. He wore a robe like his master. He seemed surprised by her presence, possibly because she had not informed Obi-Wan that she would partake in the ritual until the night before.
He walked up to the three Jedi Masters and bowed before them. Then he removed his robe. Padmé could only see his back, which was unremarkable and unblemished by scars or aging.
He turned to face her and she quickly took in the rest of his body. His chest was more muscular than Obi-Wan’s. It tapered to a slim waist from which her eyes moved towards his erection. Obi-Wan had not been understating the case that Anakin was not as well endowed as he. She doubted he would help her reach an orgasm.
He climbed the bed and crawled to sit behind her. She felt him place his cock between her thighs. Then she felt him enter her. He was not as thick in girth as Obi-Wan, it took time for her core to adjust, time that he did not give them. He seemed focused on reaching his orgasm as quickly as possible. Whether she would reach one was another matter. His movements did not seem to ensure it, nor did he seem able to wait for her as Obi-Wan did.
The reading material had explained to her that it was not always vital for both of them to experience an orgasm in order for the trial to be considered passed. It was why Obi-Wan had advised her to masterbate before leaving for the ritual, so it made it easier for her body to achieve it if she could, and so she would not experience bleeding when Anakin entered her.
She was careful not to look at Obi-Wan while Anakin thrust himself in and out of her, worried that he would sense her thoughts and feelings about his master. She kept her mind blank, focused on Anakin’s panting and the feel of him as he moved back and forth.
Suddenly he groaned and she felt him cilmax inside her. He withdrew from her and she kept her legs open as the seed leaked from her core. She was protected, but still, it did not feel right having his seed inside her.
Anakin climbed off the bed, grabbed his robe and left the room. The trial master took a glance at the pool of sperm beneath her, nodded at Obi-Wan and then left, followed by the female jedi master.
