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I blinked slowly. My hand was still on the screen, but the bright lights had faded away, and I found I was just looking back at the “select” screen, as it was, with the massive list of worlds and all that were available for me to venture into. Leaning back in my chair, I let my hand drop. How real had it been? It had definitely felt real. Thinking back over all the events I had been through, it all had a very realistic feel to the memories, the time that passed, the feels, the smells, the tastes. I glanced down and flexed my hand, half-expecting to feel the curl of magic under my skin, itching to break free.
Nothing happened... I was, indeed, home. But it had been so amazing, so thrilling! I had been there, really been in Hogwarts, seen magic, done magic! I had taught the students, and Hermione... it was a surprise, the bitter pain of longing that sprung up within my chest. I genuinely missed her; not an abstract feeling of loss, like one would get after reading a good book and realizing that the series was over and done, but real, physical attachment had formed, and she was gone. I couldn't summon her, nor her me, couldn't kiss her, touch her, feel her...
I pushed those thoughts aside. I had to tell someone—anyone—about what had happened. And find out how much time had passed. Glancing up at the clock on his computer screen, I gasped. If my memory served correctly, barely a half hour had passed, if that. Looking back at the program, still pulled up on the screen, I noticed a screen flashing in the lower right-hand corner, and clicked on it.
Congratulations! It read, You have completed your first foray into the worlds of imagination and wonder. We invite you to take a break, and return to your normally scheduled activities before returning to us! Remember, in all things moderation is key.
For your adventures, you have been awarded 5 credits. Credits will be used from here on to purchase new adventures, and explore new worlds. We hope you continue to enjoy, and accumulate a fortune!
Blinking, I clicked on accept, and my credits rolled up to the top of the screen. I would have to try to find out more about these credits later. If I used to them to purchase new adventures, did I only accumulate them by having these adventures? Perhaps the more I did while in a world or place influenced the amount of credits I would earn?
Also, how “real” were these worlds? If, persay, I suffered any major injuries, attacks, or died, even... how would I be affected here, in the real world? All research that needed to be done, I decided, and stood up, heading back out into the living room.
I heard music wafting from his daughter's room. She was probably studying, or texting a friend. I would go see her in a moment, and instead headed out into the main room, finding my wife sitting on the couch, a bottle in her hand, looking disheveled, unkept, and... well. Generally unattractive. She looked up at me with something close to surprise in her eyes. “You came out of your room. For once.”
I shrugged, already feeling the browbeat, hopeless weight of this marriage settle back onto my shoulders that I had so thoroughly and completely forgotten while “gone.”
“I wanted to see what you were up to.”
She scoffed, and took a long drink from her bottle. “Getting drunk. Want to join me?”
I wrinkled his nose, and shook my head. “Another... maybe later.” I turned away. “I'm going to go check on Faith.”
“Don't bother, she's texting her friends. She doesn't want or need us.”
I sighed. “That may be, but... I'm still going to check on her.”
I walked away, and she ignored me leaving. I went to my daughter's door, and softly knocked. No response, so I knocked louder.
“What?” she called.
“May I come in?” I asked. I figured it paid to be polite. I loved my daughter very much, after all.
“Yeah, sure. Whatever.”
I opened the door, and slipped into her room. She had posters of Harry Potter, and Emma Watson, up on her walls. I looked over the images, fighting the flashbacks of that pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock, that gorgeous body bent over and waiting for me... even the memories of me taking her in my wolf form in the Harry Potter universe were over-poweringly strong, and I wanted more than anything to take my daughter in the same way.
“What are you up to?”
She shrugged, looking at me curiously. “Not much. I was talking to a friend, but she had to bail. So I guess I'm just.. bored.”
I smiled at her, and walked over, sitting next to her. She smiled back, the first sign of genuine affection I'd seen from her yet. “Faith... I just wanted to tell you... that I know things have been pretty... well.”
“Dull? Boring? Tedious? The tension is so thick between you and mom I could cut it with a butterknife.” She smiled at me again, and leaned against me. “And you're always at work. We never get to do anything.”
I put my arm around her, and squeezed her into my side. “Yeah. All of that.” I paused, trying to think of how to say what I really wanted to.
“Why don't you leave mom? You're still a good looking guy, dad. You could find someone else. We could move, and you could get a better job without her holding you down.”
“Believe me honey, the thought has crossed my mind.”
“Make it more than a thought... make it reality. That's the best thing to do when you want something. Make it real.”
I looked down into her sincere, honest, beautiful eyes, and smiled. “You're right. When did you get so smart, anyway?” I teased her. She giggled, and hugged me. I hugged her back, and kissed her forehead. “Hey, what would you say if I told you I found a way to escape into... well. Other worlds. Any world, you can run off, and live in that place, for a time. Do whatever you want. Be someone you're not. Have amazing abilities.”
She rolled her eyes. “I'd say you snuck into mom's liquor cabinet and got some of the old stuff.” She hugged me again. “Why would you want to escape anyway? Can't we just... make this better? For both of us?”
I thought about that for a long moment. “You're absolutely right. That's what we need to do. Make this better.”
I kissed her forehead again, and stood. “I'll be right back, sweetheart. I just want to go check on something first.”
She nodded, and I went back to my computer room. The screen was still up, right where I had left it. I locked the door, and sat down, clicking on the window to bring the Harry Potter screen back up, but instead of bringing up the “place your hand here” window, it flashed an error.
Insufficient credits for a second visit. Please try out another world first!
I clicked okay, and browsed around for a moment. I wanted to see my Hermione again. I needed her, to feel her comfort, feel her sweet lips, taste her sweet juices...
I clicked on Star Wars, and the Clone Wars was the first to pop up. The list of characters popped up again, and I smiled. “Padme always was a sexy little thing,” I said softly to myself, as I clicked Anakin's name. The screen flashed black, then white, and I raised my hand, pressing it against the monitor....
* * * * * * *
“Yo, Sky-guy! C'mon, what's the hold up here?”
Anakin blinked at his padawan... well. Ex-padawan. She was no longer part of the Jedi Order... and she was leaving. He frowned at her. “What's the rush, Snips? So eager to be free of me?”
She had the courtesy to blush and glance away. “It's not you, Master. It's... well. It's the council. It's this planet. I just... I need to get away, clear my mind.”
He raised a hand soothingly. His mechanical hand. Odd, that it felt entirely normal. But then, why wouldn't it, after so long? His fingers moved soundlessly, just like any other normal hand. It held his saber just fine. Why would he think of this arm as any different? “Relax. I was just trying to lighten your mood. Let me just get the Senator, and we'll be on our way. She's agreed to give you a free ride anywhere you want.”
Ahsoka gave him a smile, but descended back into her brooding silence that she had been in since the decision had been made. He would have to find a way to cheer her up eventually. He walked quickly down the corridor, resting his hand casually on the hilt of his saber on his hip. When he turned the corner and ran smack into Padme, they both jumped, and he caught her reflexively before she tripped. Steadying herself, she glanced around rapidly to see if anyone had seen, then gave him her rare, beautiful smile. The true, genuine smile she reserved solely for him. The one that he would dismantle an entire army of battle droids single-handedly to see again.
“Hello, Senator,” he said with a mock grin.
She slapped his arm playfully. “Hello yourself, Master Skywalker. Are we ready?”
“Yep. The droids have the ship prepped and everything is ready to launch.”
“Let's get going, then,” she said, and gave him a little wink. He fell into step next to her, and escorted her back to where he had left Ahsoka, who fell into step with them without a word, and then on to the ship. They walked up the ramp into Padme's personal starship, and Anakin did a quick sweep of the interior, making sure there weren't any stowaways, and then he was settling in at the helm, radioing for clearance, and goosing the engines, lifting off on the repulsorlifts before shifting power gradually to the sublight drives, kicking the smooth craft into the atmosphere. Once they were free of the planet's gravity well, he turned over control to the navicomputer, and jumped into hyperspace. Standing, he went to check on Ahsoka first, and found her asleep on her bunk already. He stood over her for a long moment, laying his hand comfortingly on her shoulder. After a few moments of silence, he turned, and stepped out of her room, closing her door and heading back to find Padme.
When the door whisked shut behind him, he smiled brightly at his wife, who was reclining on the bed, wearing a sheer black babydoll and a matching black, lacey thong. She smiled at him, running her fingers up one of her smooth, pale thighs. He watched her fingers with a growing sense of arousal. Padme was one of those girls that just... leaked and oozed sex. Everything she wore was beautiful and sexy, even when she wasn't trying. Her dark eyes always sparkled mischievously... and much to Anakin's great surprise—and approval—she had a kinky side to her that made his head spin like a top.
Warrick himself had picked this very scenario for this very reason. He needed to fuck. He needed that sexual lure, that pure, lust-driven passion that he had only ever found with one other girl in his lifetime—Hermione. Now, he would find out if this sexy little girl could do for him what she did...
Anakin crawled over the bed, over her slim, petite body, and kissed her, pressing her back into the soft padding of the mattress beneath them, his lips sliding over hers, urging her mouth to open. Her tongue, soft and pink, darted out to meet his own as he devoured her, sucking her tongue into his mouth before invading hers, dominating it as he pressed his body against hers. He could feel her soft curves melting into his hard body, his lean muscles formed over countless hours of training and fighting, her silken skin under his hand as he pushed her baby doll up over her hips and explored the smooth, soft lines of her flat tummy, up to the bottoms of her breasts, she moaned into his mouth, arching upwards into him, her legs parting as he settled his weight between them, his groin pressing into her own. Even through his layers of clothing and the soft black fabric separating her flesh from his, he knew she could feel his iron-hard cock pressing against her.
“Oh Anakin,” she moaned as his hand covered and claimed a breast, squeezing it and rolling her nipple in his fingers. “I've needed this for so long.”
“And I need you,” he growled in her ear, then gently bit her earlobe. “I need your mouth.” He kissed her again, hard, sucking her tongue into his mouth again. “Your breasts.” He squeezed the breast in his hand again, making her moan and push her chest up into his grip. “Your sweet little pussy.” He ground his cock into the wet heat between her thighs. “Your delicious ass...” he ran his other hand down to her hip and under her, squeezing her bottom, lifting her hips to grind into her harder.
Padme moaned into his neck as she pressed up against him, feeling the urgency and passion grow rapidly. “Ani... you're so...” she trailed off, unable to find the right words as his fingers squeezed her flesh, making her body flex and coil in response. He knew just how to stimulate her... and she loved it. She loved having him atop of her, within her, around her... she lived for these stolen moments of passion and pleasure, and she intended to make the most out of this one. She ran her hands down his back, pulling at his tabards, undoing his obi and his belt, tossing them aside, pulling his tunic open and pressing her chest up against his bare skin, the silk material of her babydoll gliding over his hard torso. He pushed her down, and sat upright long enough to shrug out of his tunic, and kicked his boots off, undoing the snaps that held his pants shut. She reached down to help him, running her fingers down his toned stomach, dipping into his pants as they came loose to wrap around his steel-hard cock and stroke it.
He groaned and leaned back, sitting on his knees, and she twisted around before him, laying low on her hands and knees now, facing him, lowering her mouth to his cock...
He groaned and ran his fingers through her long hair as she took him within her hot little mouth, his cock filling her mouth easily, without even going all that far in. It was then Warrick noticed how truly well-endowed Anakin was; his cock was larger than his own, larger than Lockhart's.... looking down at Padme's petite body, it was a marvel it even fit within her. No wonder she was so starved for it; no other man or being would be able to satisfy her again after having this beast within her.
He pushed his hips forward, making her cough and gag as he hit the back of her throat, but he gripped the back of her skull with his palm, and forced her head down, sliding the head of his massive cock into her throat. She gagged again, but kept swallowing around him, coaxing him further in. He pushed into her tight little throat more, her mouth stretched wide around his shaft, her lips sealed around him. He looked down and met her dark eyes as she gazed up at him with nothing but love and devotion, trust and lust in her eyes. He moaned, and pushed another inch or two into her amazing throat, and she moaned around his cock, her throat vibrating...
He pulled back, and rested his cockhead in her mouth on her tongue, letting her take a few deep breaths, before slowly pushing back into her throat. This time, she didn't gag, taking him in easier, and a little deeper. There were still a few inches to go, but looking down, he could see her throat visibly distended from his massive cock sliding down it, and he smiled, cupping her beautiful face with both hands, and slid back out. She took a deep breath and gave him a long lick as he did, then he was pushing back in.
“By the Force, that feels amazing, Padme,” he groaned, pushing deeper still, and her body arched, her bottom sticking up in the air as he impaled her. He gazed at the luscious curves of her body, the full, rounded cheeks of her bottom, the dark strip of silk disappearing between them. He ran his hands down her back, and pulled her babydoll up around her armpits, and then down under her, cupping her small breasts in both hands, tweaking her nipples while she sucked on his cock, slowly moving up and down his shaft on her own free will now, taking him as deep as she could before backing off and drawing a breath to try again. He stroked her spine, felt the sexy little marks that were her back dimples, cupped her small, beautiful ass with both hands, ran his fingers down the strip of cloth until her felt her wet heat and pushed his finger against her slit through the silk, indenting it within her sex, stroking his finger up and down, making her moan again around the cock in her mouth.
Then he pulled back, took a handful of her hair in his hand, leaning back on his other to support his weight, and began to fuck her face, holding her in position as his hips rose and fell, his cock sliding easily now in and out of her throat. She held his gaze the entire time as his speed began to increase, the pleasure rising. He couldn't get enough of her...
But he wanted more. He didn't want to spend this entire night solely in her mouth; oh no. After a while, he drew back, and lifted her upright, turning her around in his arms, and pulled her body to his, lifting her babydoll off over her head with both hands, cupping her breasts again as she pressed her back to his chest, her ass against his cock. He felt his cock nestled between her cheeks, and pushed his hips harder against her, making her fall forward slightly. He pinched and tweaked her nipples as she landed on her face on the pillows, and he pushed her shoulders down, grabbing both of her arms and pulling them back.
“Spread yourself open for me,” he told her, and she did, grabbing her cheeks and pulling them open. He reached down, moving her thong to the side, and enjoyed the first sight of her beautiful pussy, her lips pulled open, revealing the soft, wet, pink tunnel within. She looked so tight, so amazingly pure... she was shaved bare, not a hair anywhere on her, and he groaned, rubbing his fingers against that wet pussy, sliding them into her, making her moan and spread her legs wider, her body on full, almost obscene display for him. He grabbed his cock, and rubbed it up and down that wet slit. He was still good and wet from her mouth, and wasted no more time lining his head up with that tiny-looking entrance, and pushing it into her.
Padme cried out as his massive cock invaded her tiny pussy, stretching her open as the head began to sink inside, her body opening under his pressure and insistence. His head popped inside, and made her cry out again, and he kept right on pushing, slowly sinking another couple of inches within her tight tunnel. She moaned, pushing her hips back, meeting his force with her own, his cock sinking into her until they both moaned, his hips up against her bottom, his cock head pressed against her cervix, which bulged under the girth within her small body. She moaned helplessly as he held her hips, reveling in the sensation of being buried within her velvet, wet, heat, her pussy rippling and clenching around his thick shaft, trying to adjust to the massive girth suddenly buried within it.
Anakin squeezed her hips, and began to pull backwards, watching as his cock slowly re-emerged from where it had been buried within her small cunt, and then shoved his hips forward, burying himself back into her. Padme cried out, and her pussy clenched harder as she came, her orgasm rippling through her. Anakin grinned, and pulled out, slamming into her again, bucking his hips harder and harder as he began to move, grinding Padme from one orgasm straight into the next, making her cry his name over and over as he fucked her, his huge cock pillaging her small body, filling her completely and utterly, making her moan and pant, her eyes rolled up in her head as he fucked her harder and harder, his hips slamming into hers, forcing her down into the mattress. He kept fucking into her, driving his cock in and out of her vice-like body, until at last he couldn't hold it in for a single moment more.
He drove his cock as deep within her depths as he possibly could and howled his release as his cum boiled down his cock, shooting hard, directly into her womb, painting it with his seed, overflowing her tight passage, coating her thighs and his groin as he pressed harder into her, then collapsed over her back, panting and breathing hard.
He curled on his side, tucking Padme tenderly into his embrace, and buried his face in her neck, kissing and sucking it softly as the afterglow warmed them both.
Padme sleepily glanced up at the doorway to their quarters just as she saw a flash of orange, and the door closed, silently and slowly. So, she thought, we had ourselves an audience tonight... and, as sleep overtook her, she couldn't keep the smile off her face, or the ideas out of her mind.