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“Master, I don’t think I can go to class today. I’m not feeling very well.”
Anakin looked up from his datapad and saw that his padawan was standing in the doorway still in his underclothes, a little hunched over with a blanket draped over his shoulders. Playing hooky was not a common occurrence from Anakin's studious and diligent padawan who never missed classes if he could help it. Obi-Wan loved learning and came back everyday from lessons to chatter in Anakin’s ears about the new things he was learning about, eager to prove himself independent and mature even though he was still years away from pursuing his trials. If Anakin ever let him reach them.
Obi-Wan didn’t look very independent and mature now. He looked absolutely miserable standing there in the Coruscanti early morning light shining in through the temple windows. Still beautiful to Anakin, with his bundled up lean frame, flat chest, and too long blondish auburn hair that was mussed from laying in bed, looking in many ways the exact opposite image of his wife.
Anakin set aside the datapad in his hands and waved Obi-Wan over to his chair at the kitchen table, widening his stance so that Obi-Wan could stand close to him. Anakin knew that Obi-Wan hated having concerned attention directed at him, interpreting it to be negative in his rush to grow up too fast, and Obi-Wan didn’t meet Anakin’s eyes as he came to stand where he’d been told.
“What’s wrong, padawan?” Anakin asked with a frown, pulling Obi-Wan to sit across his thighs so that Anakin could check on him.
They were long past the days where Obi-Wan stuttered and flushed at this kind of close contact with his master, and both seemed to take comfort in the close proximity. Anakin used his bare hand to feel Obi-Wan’s forehead for fever but found the temperature normal to the touch. He placed the broad expanse of his hand across Obi-Wan’s chest to check for respiratory issues but similarly he found his breathing normal.
Anakin put his hands around Obi-Wan’s chin and forced his padawan to look at him, repeating, “Tell me what’s the matter, Obi-Wan.”
“Just cramps,” Obi-Wan mumbled. Anakin knew what he meant by that without having to ask for clarity. His padawan was on his period.
When his padawan had shed his first blood, he had felt so embarrassed discussing it that it was days before Anakin even knew he’d had it. Anakin could understand why some padawans might feel hesitant to talk about it with their masters, but Anakin and Obi-Wan had no boundaries with each other. Anakin had made sure of that. So when a soft spoken Jedi healer had approached him with news that his padawan had been seeking out menstrual items, Anakin had felt a dark, provoked possessiveness come over him, cursing Obi-Wan for not coming to him first and only.
That was all in the past though, and after a gradual wearing down, Obi-Wan knew not to hide these things from his master anymore. He knew that it was for his own good that Anakin knew when he bled and how he was feeling, so that his master could get him whatever he needed. Anakin had a wife who also bled after all, and he had seen far worse than a little monthly bleeding while on the battlefield. Blood didn’t bother him; Obi-Wan hiding things about himself from him did.
Anakin nodded at Obi-Wan’s whispered confession, and he pressed his lips gently to his temple in a paternal kiss.
“Poor thing,” he said sympathetically, moving his hand to splay across his padawan’s lower belly where his cramping uterus was causing him such discomfort. Anakin toyed with the idea of giving the boy an internal massage with the Force. “Have you taken anything yet?”
Obi-Wan looked down at the hand on him, and he played with Anakin’s index finger, shy.
“I used the heating pad when I woke up this morning but it hurts again as soon as it's not hot,” Obi-Wan said, wincing as the invisible contractions started up again.
Anakin pulled the blanket around Obi-Wan tighter and picked him up so that they could trade places, setting him down on the chair so that he could walk to the cabinets. Anakin reached into the highest cabinet where he kept various medicines left over from stays in the Healing Halls and the small stockpile that the Master Che had given him when his padawan’s cycles started. He pulled out a bottle of painkillers and shook out two of them into his palm before pouring a small glass of water and handing them to his padawan.
“Take these and go back to bed,” Anakin told him, caressing the side of his face and cheekbone with his thumb. He waited until Obi-Wan obeyed and took them both before saying reluctantly, “I have to go now. I’ll tell the other teachers not to expect you in class until I say, they’ll understand. I’ll come back here to check on you as soon as I can.”
Obi-Wan nodded obediently, whispering, “Thank you, Master,” and then he left to go back to his room. Anakin watched him until he disappeared around the corner. barely resisting the urge not to follow him back where he slept.
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Anakin spent the morning in a High Council meeting tending to no less than fifty governing concerns, most of which didn’t matter. Anakin made no attempt to hide his boredom, and his mind drifted constantly to his padawan as he covertly probed into their training bond. He was being a good boy and resting like Anakin had told him but still hadn't fallen asleep.
Anakin had lunch with his wife who told him all about her morning, and they exchanged polite conversation in the short window of time they had to spend together this week. When he was asked about how Obi-Wan was doing, Anakin spoke openly about his padawan's ailment and menstrual cramps, and Padmé shared her expertise and recommendations, most of which Anakin already knew but still appreciates nonetheless. Padmé doesn’t let Anakin take her while she’s on her period but she did ask him for help when an extra set of fingers could help alleviate some pain.
Padmé tried to engage where she could in his mentorship of Obi-Wan, never quite knowing how to orient herself around the powerful relationship in her husband’s life but still wanting to be supportive. They spoke about Obi-Wan like he was a child from a previous marriage: kind but brief.
Padmé was in the midst of pushing a resolution to the floor that required her full attention and diplomatic support, and so lunch ended up getting cut short, and she left with a soft kiss to his lips. When she was gone, he thought only of his sweet padawan, ailing in bed.
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Just as he promised that he would, Anakin returned later that afternoon to see how his padawan was feeling. He felt no shame in using the excuse that Obi-Wan had taken ill to shrug off his other duties for the day so that he could be with him. Anakin knocked on Obi-Wan’s slightly open door and pushed it open when he didn’t hear a response from him. He found him lying on his back with a tired expression, awake but drowsy as he played around on his datapad.
“Obi-Wan? How are you feeling?” he asked his padawan, walking inside his bedroom and sitting next to him.
He tucked a stray piece of golden hair behind his ear and kissed his forehead again. Obi-Wan’s blanket was thrown haphazardly over his body, and as Anakin went to adjust it over him, he noticed that his belted shirt had fallen open, leaving one of his nipples exposed. Anakin held the blanket away from his body for a moment, watching with dark perversion at his padawan’s pink areola, and then he covered him with the blanket again, tucking it around him like a father would his little girl.
Obi-Wan was clearly tired, and his mouth was frowning in the shape of a pout, feeling too exhausted to try to act mature like he had been earlier. Anakin found it very endearing.
“My cramps won’t go away, Master. I can’t fall asleep no matter how hard I try. I tried to get my mind off it and read but my stomach hurts so bad,” Obi-Wan whined at him, and he put a hand on his pelvis to show where the pain was emanating from.
Anakin moved his hand underneath Obi-Wan’s and rubbed it in soothing circles on his padawan’s lower abdomen. “Do you want to take another pill? It’s been long enough that I can give you another one.”
Obi-Wan nodded at him, saying, “Please, Master. I’m so tired.”
Anakin leaned down to press his lips against Obi-Wan’s lower belly through the blankets and then he left the room to retrieve the medicine. From the high cabinet, Anakin pulled out the same bottle from the morning and another bottle. He broke the painkiller in half and then repeated the same action with the strong zopiclone pill that will knock his padawan right out. Anakin poured him a small glass of water and walked back into Obi-Wan’s bedroom where he held them out for him to take. He sighed and then chuckled lightly when instead of taking them, his padawan stuck out his tongue for him to put them into his mouth. Obi-Wan so rarely behaved in a needy manner, and Anakin found it hard to resist indulging his sleepy laziness.
Anakin placed the two pills on Obi-Wan’s tongue, and to his delight, Obi-Wan was so out of it that his lips wrapped around his fingers. It was a childish instinct to try to swallow anything put in his mouth, and it made Anakin’s cock twitch in his pants. He pictured sticking his cock in his padawan’s mouth and stretching it out around his girth. He knew exactly how his wife looked when she did it and it was easy to replace the mental image of her face with his padawan’s especially with his mouth around two of Anakin’s fingers.
With a growl, Anakin slipped his fingers out of Obi-Wan’s mouth, grabbing onto his soft cheeks with his fingers so that his lips pursed. He held the water to his mouth and poured it inside so that Obi-Wan could swallow the pills down his throat, careful not to spill anything.
“Thank you, Master,” Obi-Wan whispered gratefully, as he settled his head back against his pillow.
“I wish that there was something more I could do for you,” Anakin told him, petting his cheek with his hand. Obi-Wan seemed to preen at the sensation and curled his face into Anakin’s hand, closing his eyes. Like this, Anakin felt the little peach fuzz on his padawan’s chin, and the sweetness of the moment made him feel shameful for his earlier thoughts.
Anakin sat with Obi-Wan for long minutes as he started to doze off as the pills began to absorb into his blood and take effect. Anakin’s eyes strayed downwards now that he was not being watched, and they settled on Obi-Wan’s soft body underneath the blanket rising slightly with each breath. Anakin rearranged the blanket to keep Obi-Wan from getting cold, his hands brushing against the small body that belonged to the person so precious to him.
Watching his padawan sleeping so peacefully, lips slightly parted, made Anakin feel an inner calm that he didn’t ever feel elsewhere. Even with his wife. Obi-Wan relied on him and belonged to him. He was Anakin’s to care for. Anakin knew that there were other things he could do to alleviate Obi-Wan’s pain. While his wife did not let him take her while she was on her cycle, she had asked him for assistance with her cramps many times before. Anakin knew how to do it.
He warred with himself, wanting to give Obi-Wan that same relief, but knowing it would be wrong. Obi-Wan was his padawan, he couldn't do anything like that to him. Even if it would help.
In his sleep, Obi-Wan let out a muffled little cry of discomfort, and his hands clenched in the blankets above his abdomen. It pulled the blanket down his chest, pulling his shirt apart too, so that the boy’s chest was fully exposed. His nipples hardened in the chilled air of the room, and that in combination with the pained look on his face called to Anakin like a beacon. What kind of master would let his padawan carry on like this? Anakin decided that he was going to help.
Anakin found it impossible to tear his eyes away from his sleeping padawan’s small breasts. They were so sweet and perfect and were going to make a nasty man very happy someday. Anakin placed his hand to his cheek one more time, loving him, then let his fingers trace down his face, over his throat and sternum before pausing just above his breasts. They were beautiful, so much flatter than Padmé’s but with just enough fat on them to make a man go wild.
Anakin wondered just how and when his padawan had become so mature and then he cupped his hands over his breasts. He caressed his sleeping padawan with soft touches, running his thumbs over his sensitive nipples and marveling at how lovely his padawan’s body felt in his hands. It was unfair that Obi-Wan’s blossoming coincided with this monthly pain, and Anakin wanted him to feel pleasure only.
Without thinking about it, Anakin leaned down and opened his mouth around one of his nipples, sucking it into his mouth and circling the little nub with his tongue as he gently squeezed his other breast. Obi-Wan made a soft sound in his sleep, and Anakin sucked more greedily on his little tit, sucking the entire soft pointy tip of it into his mouth.
Anakin alternated back and forth between his tits, thinking not of the Council, or about the Code, or his wife, and only of this sweet boy entrusted to him. His very own person. His body had matured over night it seemed, and Anakin was going to take care of him no matter what changes his body went through.
Anakin was so engrossed in worshiping his padawan’s breasts with his mouth, that he did not notice when Obi-Wan’s eyes fluttered open as he became aware of the tingling sensation in his body. Obi-Wan’s heartbeat began racing, and Anakin felt a foggy sense of alarm through their training bond as Obi-Wan saw his master putting his mouth on his breasts.
“Master…” Obi-Wan whispered softly. “What are you doing, Master?”
Anakin removed his mouth off his right breast just long enough so that he could diminish his padawan’s concerns, “It’s alright, Obi-Wan. Master’s going to help you feel better.” He dipped his head back down and lightly sucked on his nipple again, feeling darkly pleased when he felt him shudder underneath him.
“You shouldn’t be doing that, Master, it’s wrong,” Obi-Wan whispered, sounding like he was afraid of getting into trouble. Obi-Wan motioned as if to lift his hands and push his master’s head away from his chest, but his hands only twitched on the blankets as though his body was weighed down by the Force.
Anakin looked up from his padawan’s breast, still latched on, and saw that Obi-Wan could barely keep his eyes open, blinking drowsily and unable to lift his hands to push him away. The medicine he had given his padawan was rendering him tired and almost immobile. The thought of being able to touch Obi-Wan however he wanted and wherever he wanted was making Anakin hard instantly hard in his pants, and he shoved down any lingering feelings of guilt as he suckled on him.
“It’s alright, padawan,” said Anakin, rubbing Obi-Wan’s nipples until they firmed and lengthened. “Let Master help you. Be a good boy.”
“Master…” Obi-Wan mumbled, struggling to speak through his haziness.
Anakin put his index finger against his lips and shushed him, saying, “Shhh, don’t try and speak padawan, it’s okay. I swear to you that you’re going to feel so good when I’m done touching you. No more painful cramps in your belly, okay?”
Obi-Wan would see that this was all to help him with his cramps. Anakin decided that it was time to leave his little tits alone and explore the rest of his body, the problem areas where the pain was emanating from.
Anakin stood up and slowly pulled the blanket off Obi-Wan’s body, feeling excited by the sight of his padawan laying there like a doll in his askew shirt and sleep shorts. He wore his usual light colored clothing even while on his cycle, and Anakin desperately wished to look between his legs and check for that beautiful scarlet.
“It’s cold, Master,” Obi-Wan mumbled, interrupting his thoughts, and Anakin could see that his arms and legs were covered in goosebumps from having the blanket removed. Poor baby.
“Master’s going to warm you up,” said Anakin as he undressed himself from his robes, all the while staring hungrily at his padawan’s lovely body.
Obi-Wan had become a beautiful and nubile Stewjoni, of age on his own Deep Core homeworld, and Anakin had yet been able to appreciate that fact. He had remained distant from his padawan’s body for the Jedi and for his wife but not anymore. Obi-Wan’s beautiful eyes stayed open as he watched Anakin undress before him, standing uncovered and erect.
Anakin knew that he had a nice body or at least he liked to think so. Women had made no attempt to hide their interest in him while he was on missions even when they found out he was married. While he had begun to show the earliest signs of aging, he was still the Chosen One, tall, formidable, and strong, and he suspected that beyond just his looks, it was his voice that also helped draw people in.
Obi-Wan had seen Anakin shirtless in training before but he had never seen him naked before. He stared at Anakin’s cock openly, with a hazy curiosity about it, and Anakin let him take his fill as he walked over to his dresser and set his clothes on top of it. His cock throbbed the more he felt Obi-Wan watching him, feeling that until this moment they had never been allowed to just be.
Anakin laid down next to Obi-Wan on the bed, curling up against his body and looking down at his face revealing all his desire. Obi-Wan looked embarrassed as he felt his master’s nude body against his, and he whimpered, “Master, what are you doing? This isn’t right.”
Anakin pulled their bodies closer together and cradled Obi-Wan’s head in his arm, letting his left hand run over the front of his body. He caressed his small breasts and ran his hands down over his shorts and thighs, loving to touch the body he’d been entrusted to train.
“It’s like I said, Obi-Wan,” Anakin murmured, his hands running over his body and warming his skin. “I just want you to feel good. I’m going to make you feel better. Get rid of your cramps. You know how much I care about you, don’t you, that I’d do anything for you?” Anakin ran his thumb over one of Obi-Wan’s nipples until his body twitched. “I love you so much, Obi-Wan. You’re my sweet boy,” he whispered into his ear.
Obi-Wan went inwards in his head at the words, pleased but shy about it. Anakin softly kissed his neck and said it again, confessing his love; I love you I love you I love you so much. He rested his large hand over Obi-Wan’s sleep shorts and pressed down moving in a slow intentional circle. Obi-Wan gasped sweetly in his arms.
Anakin had spent enough time touching his beautiful, demanding wife to know how to touch the sweet boy in his arms, provoking and inflaming his body until it betrayed him.
“Master, we’re not supposed to,” Obi-Wan whispered even as Anakin felt the strong pull in their training bond that communicated his arousal.
“I’m the Master, and you’re the padawan,” Anakin said, with a warm chuckle, “I know what’s best for you.” He applied more pressure between Obi-Wan’s legs. “I’m going to take away all your cramps, just let Master have control of you.”
Anakin continued to kiss against Obi-Wan’s neck and exposed little breasts. With Obi-Wan in his arms like this, Anakin knew that he was going to fuck him. There was no turning back from this point. He was going to fuck him and that was that. But he didn’t want to hurt him. He wanted to take all of Obi-Wan’s internal pain away, with his cock.
The only way that this was going to work was if Anakin got Obi-Wan as aroused as he was, which he could only do through an abundant amount of foreplay. Anakin gently put Obi-Wan’s head back down on his pillow and moved further down the bed so that he could pull his shorts down to his ankles. He next hooked his fingers in the waistband of Obi-Wan’s underwear and pulled them slowly down until his cunt was exposed, sweet little bush and chubby lips.
Anakin was just lowering his face down to breathe him in and put his mouth on him when he noticed the small string hanging delicately between his thighs. The sight of it made Anakin growl like a man possessed. Not because of what it was but because of how vulnerable he knew Obi-Wan would feel.
Anakin kissed Obi-Wan’s thighs softly for a few minutes,and when he was satisfied, Anakin sat up from the bed and went to the closet to bring out a soft towel to lay underneath his padawan’s bum.
Anakin gently spread Obi-Wan’s legs open and absorbed the forbidden sight of his padawan’s cunt. He pulled the tampon out and tossed it into the trash bin at his bedside, then placed his hand over his pubic bone and pressed his thumb right on his clit.
Obi-Wan was still not moving but his breaths had become quickened, shallow and excited as Anakin touched his sensitive clitoris. When Anakin rubbed his thumb around in a sensual circle, Obi-Wan moaned softly. Anakin’s cock ached at the thought of his little boy enjoying his touch, and he rubbed his clit in small circular motions until his hips swiveled ever so slightly in reciprocation.
“Master, please don’t,” Obi-Wan said in a small voice, but his body was responding so beautifully that Anakin couldn’t listen.
Anakin used his other hand to slowly run his fingers between his padawan’s slit, thrilled to feel how wet he was on his labia. When Anakin pulled his hand back, he saw the usual clear slick mixed in with the light blood and it made him groan. Obi-Wan had such a pretty pussy.
Keeping his thumb working on his clit, Anakin growled “you’re so wet sweetheart,” and it made him feel wild thinking about the moment his cock was going to breach inside his slick little hole for the first time. But Anakin wanted Obi-Wan to cum before they got to that part, knowing that the rhythmic pulsing of his vaginal walls would help alleviate his padawan’s cramps and slick his hole with even more juices.
Anakin worked on his padawan’s clit and tapped into their bond to feel the orgasm building deep within him. He enjoyed imagining what was going through his padawan’s head. If he felt scandalized by laying there, aroused by the man who raised him, not knowing yet that he was going to fuck him - and that Obi-Wan was going to enjoy it just as much as he enjoyed his hand on his pussy.
Anakin wanted to feel the inside of Obi-Wan’s cunt when he came and he slowly slid his middle finger inside of his folds, sliding it deep inside as he exhaled in deep pleasure at the tightness around his digit. Anakin pumped his finger inside of Obi-Wan a few times and then took it out to add his index finger to his hole, savoring every moan that slipped past his padawan’s lips.
Anakin could feel the orgasm building and building from their bond, and he crooked his fingertips up and towards him inside of his padawan to massage the erogenous bundle of nerves on his g-spot. His sweet little boy had no means of escaping the sensations, and Anakin didn’t let up until his body was twitching involuntarily. Anakin rubbed on his padawan’s engorged clit and thrusted his fingers inside and outside of his cunt, until finally he felt Obi-Wan on the precipice of orgasm.
Anakin took a mental snapshot of how Obi-Wan looked being defiled in bed with his bleeding cunt. “It’s time for you to cum for me,” Anakin told him, rubbing furiously over his clit until Obi-Wan’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. “Be a good boy and cum on Master’s fingers. Let Master make you feel good. Let me see you cum. Do it now, baby.”
All the muscles in Obi-Wan’s body tightened as the waves of his first orgasm at his master’s hands crashed over him. Anakin washed it spill over his face, contorting his pretty features with ecstatic relief as finally he came. The walls of his cunt squeezed around Anakin’s fingers again and again, and Anakin knew the contractions and endorphins from the orgasm would give his uterus much needed relief.
The wet sounds of Anakin’s fingers thrusting inside of him might have embarrassed Obi-Wan if he wasn’t so hazy from the pills. As it was, Anakin could tell that the orgasm felt good to him and knew that Obi-Wan liked being touched by his master as much as he liked touching him too.
“That’s it, Obi-Wan, you were so tense and built up, weren’t you? Just let go for me,” Anakin praised him, milking the climax as long as he could. “You’re such a good boy. Getting ready for Master and letting me know how much you want cock in you. I’m going to give you a nice deep massage so your cramps go away, baby.”
Obi-Wan simply laid there like a living doll, body covered in a sheen of sweat and chest rising from all the activity. Even if Obi-Wan wanted to, he wouldn’t be able to stop his master from fucking him. He could hardly move his arms before cumming and now it felt like he was heavily weighed down from the pleasure. He felt like a ragdoll.
Anakin removed his hands from Obi-Wan and wiped the wetness on the corner of the towel. He hovered over top of him, hands on either side of his shoulders as he leaned down and began kissing Obi-Wan’s neck and sternum again. He whispered “good boy” over and over as he braced himself and stroked his cock with over his padawan’s belly, making sure it was as hard as possible before he entered him.
To Anakin, Obi-Wan looked like every perverted man’s fantasy, utterly lovely and nude except for the shirt that hung around him like an askew robe. The blood from Obi-Wan’s fingered cunt lightly stained the plush towel underneath him, and without knowing, Obi-Wan was giving him the intimacy that he had never been able to get from his wife. The secret intimacy of seeing, wanting, and having a Stewjon as his cunt bled.
Anakin rubbed the head of his cock against his padawan’s swollen clit, which made them both gasp and growl at the forbidden sexual contact. It was the first time that they were touching here. Anakin circled his head around his clit until Obi-Wan’s body trembled like a leaf, his fat, spongy cock head bathing his clit in precum. They were going to make such a mess of their first time together.
Anakin nestled the hand beside Obi-Wan’s face into his hair, tilting his head up to look at him. “I’m going to fuck you now,” he told him, and he’ll never forget the look in Obi-Wan’s blue eyes as he stared up at him like he was all his. Anakin aligned his cock against the entrance of Obi-Wan’s cunt and finally began pushing into him.
After so much build up, the feeling was indescribable as all the wet heat wrapped around his cock inch by inch. Obi-Wan moaned out “daddy” so softly he almost missed it, and it was so perfect that Anakin almost blacked out from it. Anakin entered his little boy until he left him suddenly and completely full, and every little sound that left Obi-Wan’s mouth became etched on Anakin’s soul.
Even feeling how tight Obi-Wan was with his fingers was no preparation for how delicious he felt wrapped around him. The slickness of his cunt made it easy for Anakin to slide in slowly, working his way inside inch by inch. Obi-Wan was so tight around him that Anakin struggled not to unload right away. Anakin had to sit still inside to collect himself for a long moment, giving Obi-Wan the chance to adjust to his master’s cock too.
When Anakin was certain that he would not cum, he stared down at his padawan’s face, his eyes glazed over with lust, mouth slack and open. His legs were spread wide open and his dripping cunt was stretched out obscenely by Anakin’s cock.
Obi-Wan stared up at him with the most erotic look on his face as Anakin started thrusting in and out of him. When he whispered “please, daddy,” Anakin swore as he heard the neediness in his voice, that sweet begging tone he hardly ever used anymore.
Anakin set a nice hard rhythm to his fucking, cradling Obi-Wan’s head in his hands as he fucked into him. The closeness of their faces made it feel so much more sensual, and Anakin committed himself fully to fucking every last bit of lingering pain out of Obi-Wan’s tight muscles.
Anakin hiked Obi-Wan’s legs over his shoulders and let his cock slide in and out of his slim body while he lay slumped on the bed. Anakin could feel his cock pushing deep inside Obi-Wan's pussy, spreading his chubby pussy lips with each thrust. He put his hands around Obi-Wan’s waist to hold him while he fucked roughly inside, loving the how even now his pussy pulsed around his shaft like it was trying to expel his precious blood shed.
Anakin growled at the sensuality of his little Stewjoni padawan’s body and said filthy things at him as he fucked into his lax body, “You’re being a good boy for me. You look so gorgeous taking Daddy’s cock. Unnngh, your tight pussy feels so good wrapped around me like this. I’m going to make you feel so good, just relax. You’re going to cum right on Daddy’s thick cock, aren't you? You’re going to tighten up all around me and, mmm… you’re going to let me have you, cum in you. Aren’t you Obi-Wan?”
Obi-Wan was gasping as Anakin pushed inside his pussy, and through their bond, Anakin could feel the knots of pain he had been carrying with him since this morning start to unravel and be replaced by pleasure. Obi-Wan had already cum on his master’s fingers, and now he was going to cum all over his master’s cock. Obi-Wan was his nasty little boy.
Anakin felt like a dragon come to life, like all of the sick desires he had building up for eight years finally had an avenue to be let loose and expressed. Somewhere deep in his mind, Anakin knew that what he was doing was terribly wrong but he couldn’t force himself to care, not when he felt his padawan’s pussy wrapped so tightly around him.
Anakin looked down at the sight of his blood-and-slick coated cock plowing into his padawan’s wet, tight pussy, and it made him feel primal. Obi-Wan just laid there and took it, his small breasts bouncing with each thrust.
“That’s right, Obi-Wan, be a good little boy for Master. I know that you want it, I can feel it through our bond. You like being used by your Master, don’t you baby? It feels good to just let go and let Daddy use your pussy, hmm… just like Daddy’s going to do tomorrow, and the next day… and the day after that too… Nn, Obi-Wan, you’re such a good boy.”
Obi-Wan whimpered at his master’s words, little moans escaping his lips as they both fed into each other’s erotic needs. Anakin was right about all of it: that Obi-Wan wanted it, that Obi-Wan craved being used, that Obi-Wan would let his master take him like this everyday, cramps or not, just to be good.
Obi-Wan jerked in Anakin’s hold, and the boy was cumming again hard, crying out for his master as his pussy pulsated around his shaft so tightly it felt like he was milking it. Anakin closed his eyes in desperation to try and stop himself from cumming but it was too much. He had been planning to pull out to cum on his padawan’s belly but—
With a grunt, Anakin exploded deeply inside his padawan's cunt.
His cock throbbed with every ribbon of cum that shot out of his head and coated Obi-Wan inside. His balls drew up to his body and he released a copious amount of cum directly into his padawan’s waiting womb. It was the hardest Anakin has ever cum in his life; harder than he had ever cum with his wife or with any of the beautiful blonde boys he found offworld in brothels while on missions.
Anakin growled as his cock spewed volley after volley of spunk into Obi-Wan's pussy, until the very last drop of it was pumped out deep inside. He truly had not meant to cum inside of him, knowing that even if the chances were low, risking getting his padawan pregnant through unprotected sex was a terrible idea. But Anakin would face the consequences if he must.
He collapsed on top of Obi-Wan on bed, breathing hard as wetness dripped out around his shaft onto his balls. Anakin breathed against his neck and began kissing him, praising him over and over. “That was incredible, baby, you did so good. Made Daddy cum so hard.” Against his better judgment, Anakin did not remove himself from his padawan’s pussy. He kept him plugged up nice and full as he kissed him.
“Master, we shouldn’t have done that,” Obi-Wan whispered even as his pussy continued to pulse around him in intermittent post-orgasm waves.
Anakin shushed him, saying “It’s alright, Obi-Wan, it was just to help you with your cramps. You feel better now, don’t you?” Obi-Wan stayed quiet but Anakin could tell through their bond that his body was not just alleviated from pain but was still in a state of utter bliss.
Anakin sighed to himself, giving his padawan a kiss to his cheek.
“Of course you feel better now. I felt you cum right on my fingers and cock. Master’s going to help you again tomorrow. Every day you have cramps. You want that, don’t you? To feel Master’s cock stretching you out and filling you up with cum? Isn’t that what you want?”
Anakin felt a great sense of satisfaction when he heard Obi-Wan whisper quietly, “Yes, Master.”