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The Slave Queens New Interest	By : Revelnit Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Clone Wars Views: 58619 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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   The nudge Ahsoka was given in her back, by the butt of the guards rifle was the last one before entering the queens quarters. Ahsoka couldn't help but notice how opulent the quarters were. A large circular fireplace, with a chimney that went straight up through the middle of the ceiling, dominated the room. It was surrounded by a long, semicircular, low backed couch, that was next to a padded chair with a reclined back. Around the room were scattered artworks in the Zyggerian tradition. Statues of warriors taking helpless opponents in battle (and presumably to slavery), paintings of royal or otherwise wealthy Zyggerians looking over their holdings decorated the walls.
   The chair was occupied by the queen herself. She was laying on her side head propped up with her left hand, a cup held in her right. The lighting in the room was dim. This due in part to nighttime having fallen and also that the only illumination in the room was the fire going on in the fireplace. Ahsoka noticed the the only unshaded part of the queens face were her eyes. In the finest tradition of felinoids they glowed reflecting the firelight. The guard, his escort mission complete, gave a short, bow and withdrew.
   Her arm stretching forth the queen beckoned Ahsoka to come forward. After approaching to within a few feet the two females locked eyes. One an older woman of power, the other a near girl of teen years. They both took each other over, giving each other an initial 'test of wills' staring contest. Ahsoka, her eyes adjusting to the lower light, noticed that the queen was no longer wearing her all covering but form fitting green dress any longer. Replacing it was a far more daring garment. Below the waist her new dress looked very similar to the old, a loose floor length dress that showed no leg, above, two straps only a couple inches wide each started near the middle of the waist and looped up over the queens shoulders to reattach to the waist on the opposite side, the two lines of cloth rising up and over the queens torso were the only thing covering her breasts Ahsoka noticed. It took Ahsoka a moment to realize she was staring. Ahsoka decided it was time she said something, something diplomatic. This woman still held her friends.
   “Your quarters are quite lovely, your majesty.” The queen smiled at the comment. Ahsoka wasn't sure how much sarcasm there was in it, but at least it was a smile. Getting up from her chair she moved over to a countertop with a bottle on it. She poured some of the bottles contents into her cup and some into another. She then brought both cups over to Ahsoka, handing her one. “You certainly know how to keep a woman waiting.”
   Being reminded of the queens offer ratcheted up the pressure on Ahsoka to some extent. The queen had made the offer to the young girl to make her essentially the queens wife only a few hours ago. The unusualness of the offer still befuddled Ahsoka. What would becoming the queens consort make her? Co-queen? Somehow, she had a feeling that becoming the queens slave consort was a position that held little to no power.
   “I realize you must be interested in hearing...”
   “Oh, my dear do not trouble yourself.” The queen sauntered back to the chair and sat. “ I was going to have tonight be an evening of relaxation between us. I think you would have to be insensible not to jump at my offer, however I understand how differen't my...attentions must feel to you. You may take all the time you need for that. For now I was hoping that I could receive a massage fom you.” Her words, were emphasized when she rubbed the join of her neck and shoulder.
   Giving her cup a sip Ahsoka approached. The drink had a certain punch to it. It certainly had a mild intoxicant in it. Would it have something worse? That thought didn't feel like the queens style.
   Putting her cup down on a small table next to the chair Ahsoka brought her hands up to the queens shoulder. Kneading the area caused the queen to emit a soft growl. Relaxing into the chair the queens eyes fluttered shut for a few moments, as she relaxed into the massage.
   Time passed, with the queen only letting out the occasional 'sigh'. She then flipped over on her stomach so that Ahsoka could work on her back muscles. Actually, this was relaxing, Ahsoka thought to herself. She had no doubt the queen was relaxed, but she had to admit to herself that she found it relaxing giving the massage as well. She was also grateful for any activity that got her on the queens good side and avoided long awkward conversational pauses.
   Ahsoka was brought out of her thoughts by a slight touch on her lower inside thigh. Looking down she saw two of the queens fingers were rubbing her there in short, slow strokes. Soon the soft feltlike touch of two the queens fingers were joined by a third. Eventually the queens entire hand rubbed random patterns along the interior of the young jedis thigh. Looking down, Ahsoka saw that the queen had brought an eye around the back of the chair and was inspecting her own massage work. Looking up at Ahsoka, she winked one of her yellow eyes and continued her rubbing.
   Soon the patterns the queen was rubbing onto the jedi's thigh were being made higher and higher up the young womans leg. Ahsoka's breathing became labored, her own massaging of the queens back was slowing as her distraction mounted. She realized where the queen was taking this. The rubbing hand moved higher still. Mere inches from it's intended destination.
   Before there could be the closest physical contact between them Ahsoka took two steps back. Her faced flushed with the Togrutan version of a blush. “I-I thought you were leaving the prospect of us having a long term relationship behind tonight.”
   The queen threw her once probing hand onto the back of her chair then rested her chin upon it. “I said we could wait to decide whether you were my consort until tommorow. As for tonight, there is nothing stopping us from...relaxing with each other. Why don't you come back here?” The queens last question was made while she sat up and patted the open space on her chair.
   There was a pause as Ahsoka made no move towards Queen Miraj. The queen then rose from her chair and approached the nervous jedi. The queen ran a finger down one of the cranial appendages dangling from Ahsoka's head. “You object to the way I run my enpire. You continue to fight against me, even now. Even when your body responds to my touch, like so.” The finger the queen was using traced a line down Ahsoka's shoulder then under and around the padawans breast.
   Ahsoka put her hand gently down on the queens arm. Not to push it away, just to put it, and events, on hold. “You treat my people without consideration. You're at war with the jedi. How is it that I'm so special to you?”
   Instead of answering the queen gently set aside the hand of the young woman. Looking deep into her quarry's large blue eyes, the queen leaned forward mashing her lips onto Ahsoka's. Their lips rolled and moved aginst each other, this time Ahsoka gave no resistance. They stood for a short while in the middle of the room as the queen lavished affection upon Ahsoka. Her kisses dotted down the young Togrutans jaw and then traced a line of kisses down her neck.
   The two seperated when Ahsoka pushed away. She was surprised at her receptivity towards the queens advances. Her surprise took the form of a look of confusion on her face. A look the queen misinterpreted.
   The queen saw the look as one of further hesitance on the girls part. She was becoming tired of having to convince the girl of what was obviously best for her. She grabbed Ahsoka's face, pinching the cheeks between thumb and forefinger. “I would expect to find greater eagerness from you!” Queen Miraj's mouth almost formed a sneer. “You have the opportunity to find yourself with the center of all power in this star system!” She emphasized her words by gesturing to herself with both of her hands. “I have beauty and refinement and still you seem lost!” The look in the queens eyes was a burning one contrasting with the dim light of the fire lit room.
   “Your majesty, I think you misunderstand me. Surely you know that I'm feeling something. Something I know I shouldn't, but do. Why are you so intent upon gaining my approval? You're a queen. You can order whatever you want. It's almost like...” Ahsoka trailed off as sudden realization hit her. Recalling everything she had seen everything she had heard since she got to this planet, it all made sense.
   “You like me, don't you?”
   The queen, who hadn't been looking directly at Ahsoka now shot her gaze at the younger woman like a weapon. “What?”
   “Not like a tool or a work of art or even a slave that serves you efficiently. You like me. Oh, by the force, I understand now. I'm not the only one struggling with new feelings am I? You want more than just a chattel relationship. You said it yourself, you wanted a partner, but you got more didn't you? More than you ever expec...”
   Ahsoka's thought was cut off when her head suddenly lurched to the right, a blossoming of pain on her left cheek and sharp 'crack' noise followed quickly thereafter. The queen had slapped her!
   “How DARE you! I am the queen of all Zyggeria. It is not your place to analyze me. Nor is it your place to determine what my feelings are. Your place is to...”
   The rest of what the queen would say would have to wait as Ahsokas return slap across the queens left cheek hit. Coming as it did with the speed and strength of a jedi knight the queen was rocked back on her heels. She even was forced back a pace by the momentum.
   The queens right hand left hand drifted up to her left cheek, touching it almost as though to confirm it was still there. In no time her expression had gone from one of hostility to outright astonishment, her yellow eyes wide and unblinking as she looked to her 'prisoner'. The girl, the impudent girl wore a satisfied smile. She couldn't believe it; a smile!
   “Y-You, you could not have...YOU!” Seeing that the girl was not cringing or begging for her life, threw the queen into a rage.
   Both of the queens clawed hands came up and spread their fingers as if to deliver a vicious rake. Her voice emitted a combination of an inarticulate sound of disapproval and a felinoid growl. She leapt at the younger woman with speed that almost caught Ahsoka off guard. Ahsoka's hands blocked both the queens arms at the same time. Grabbing the older womans wrists, the young woman and the far taller queen wrestled together, Ahsoka striving with all her strength to keep the claws away from her.
   Ahsoka, being stronger than she looked, managed to force her opponent back a few steps. She was so intent upon wrangling the queens hands away, she didn't notice the edge of the couch until the queen fell backward onto it.   Ahsoka, having establshed a firm grasp on the queens wrists, fell with her.
   With her opponent having fallen upon her the queen thrashed in the hopes of throwing the jedi off. Ahsoka, to prevent it, slid herself further onto the prone queen until she was astride the womans hips, one leg dangling off the couch, the other folded next to the queen.
   Soon the queens struggling tapered off. The queens large yellow eyes flashed and her teeth were gritted. She was also breathing hard from the exertion of the last few seconds. She might have tried to push back against the younger woman, if her hands were not pinned behind her head to the seat of the couch.
   If the queen was expecting her glare to be intimidating she couldn't have misjudged Ahsoka more. Instead of looking away in fear, Ahsoka leaned closer to the queen. Her blue eyes, looked straight into the queens yellow ones, then wandered over the queens face as if looking for something.
   “I believe I'm understanding you more and more, your majesty.” The kiss the queen suddenly received was one of the things she least expected. The full, sultry lips of her assailant came down upon her own.
   The queens eyes opened wide for several seconds after the initiation. She struggled briefly and if Ahsoka was any judge without much vehemence. After some seconds the queen pulled her head back as far as the couch pillows beneath her would allow, breaking the contact. The queen breathed almost as heavily as before, this time for differen't reasons.“As a jedi knight I knew you accepted danger. I didn't know you openly courted it as well. Are you ready for the punishment you deserve for this treachery?”
   In response Ahsoka brought out her tongue, starting it off at the earlobe, she ran it up the length of the queens long feline ear. “Punishment?” Ahsoka's voice came out in a mood that was languid, unconcerned. “Hmm, I'm not quite sure what for though. I'm not used to being punished for doing what my master wants.”
   The queen gave a sarcastic exhale of disbelief. “You believe that you master wishes to be abused? To be held against her will? Your master should be in charge of all your actions. You my little Skug have much to learn about the master-slave relationship!”
   “So, you like to be the one in control, hmm?” The queen's 'slave' freed up one of her hands to go back to her belt. She brought up a metallic tube that in the dim light of the firelit room Queen Miraj didn't recognize, until it was activated. The glowing blade of Ahsoka's lightsabre sprang to life over the the queens head, bathing her in green light. Ahsoka waved the weapon back and forth almost absently.
   “This is an interesting thing to give to the woman you want total control over.” Deactivating the blade Ahsoka used the force to levitate the lightsabre to a nearby shelf. “Still I suppose it isn't too late for me to receive my 'punishment', perhaps you would like to call for your guards? I'm sure they could break up whats going on here in a few seconds. Feel free.” Ahsoka absently gestured towards the door. There was no response from the queen, who seemed busy avoiding Ahsoka's gaze.
   Noticing the queen had not moved her hand following it's release she returned the queens wrist to her grasp. While bending over to return the queen to her pinned state Ahsoka noticed something. In the course of the scuffle between them one of the queens spare, cloth strips had come loose from her front. The cloth strip on her left side had come loose and had been pushed further to the left along her chest leaving the left nipple of her compact breast exposed.
   Upon realizing this wardrobe malfunction simultaneously, both females froze with their eyes staring at the escaped body part. The queen wasn't sure what to do, she cursed herself for the overly provocative eveningwear and the insufficient safeguards she had put into making sure the straps stayed on. For Ahsoka's part she was struck with inspiration.
   She started by bringing her lips down to the area of the queens chest just between and above the breasts and gave it a long, slow, kiss. She then trailed a line of kisses across the queens left breast until she was able to kiss the exposed nipple. After several slow kisses gently placed upon it, she popped it in her mouth and suckled for a minute.
   While she did so, Ahsoka eventually looked up at the queen. The queen had rolled her head onto her side, the expression of anger was gone. It had changed to a neutral expression of acceptance. Well, Ahsoka supposed that was some progress. Perhaps, if she gave more effort, she could recapture the queens interest.
   Releasing one of the queens wrists from her grasp, she brought her left hand down to the queens other breast. This was her first time giving this kind of pleasure to another woman, but she did believed she could make herself appreciated. Her index finger slid underneath the narrow strip (barely) covering the other breast and started tracing circles around the nipple there. All while Ahsoka continued her oral attentiveness, to the other. She could feel the nipples hardening as her attentions continued.
   Pulling back so that she was seated upright above the queens hips Ahsoka could see what her effort had accomplished. She could see the queen's breathing had become ragged and that her hips made small grinding motions aginst her own. Sliding her fingers under her own top, Ahsoka pulled it up and over her head. With a brief shrug she was naked from the waist up. The queens eyes fell to the small orange breasts that had so captivated her before. She bit her lower lip nervously as she brought her hands around and placed them on either side of the girls hips.
   Her voice came out far softer than when Ahsoka had heard it last. “You are quite the bold little adventurer, aren't you my young jedi?” The queens hands slowly slid up the girls torso, until they cupped the girls breasts. The smoothness, the utter perfection of their feel, was something that the queen, with her years of elocution lessons, would be hard pressed to express. She took her time rolling the breasts around with her hands. It was possibly the most glorious feeling that her hands had experienced.
   With the queens hands covering the the young jedi's breasts Ahsoka leaned forward again to give the queen another deep soulful kiss. This time her tongue explored inside another mouth. She hadn't really planned on using her tongue. It just came out and explored by some instinct that came to Ahsoka unexpectedly. It danced and rolled around the tongue of her partner. The queen obviously had little problem with the situation, considering her tongue made it's way into Ahsoka's mouth, for a short time as well.
   Ahsoka rolled off the queen, laying next to the royal on her side, her back up against the back of the couch. Her right hand reached over to brush the queens right breast. She again used her fingers to trace circles arund the areolae. For a short time they lay this way, just experiencing the joys of the caress, until the younger womans hand slid along the curve of the queens stomach. There it hesitated, above the belt line of the queens dress.
   Ahsoka looked into the queens face. All signs of anger and vehemence were gone. Her eyes were wide, eyebrows high up on her forehead. She again chewed upon her lower lip with her upper teeth, a really cute expression for one so powerful, Ahsoka thought. What she was looking for though was there. The queen gave an almost imperceptible nod.
   The younger womans hand slid inside the waist of the queens dress. Slowly it slid down to the Zyggerians sex. Ahsoka could feel labial folds part as her fingers penetrated to the moist center. Just outside of the entrance Ahsoka slid two fingers along the slash of the womans opening. The queen gave a throaty sigh, as Ahsoka made circles around the older womans clitoris.
   Soon the royal was breathing heavily as she was toyed with so intimately. Looking up the queen saw something that she liked and as she did in so many non-sexual matters she took it.
   The feeling of pressure and wetness upon her small breast was a new one for the young jedi. She had been concentrating on where her hand was operating so she didn't see it coming. Looking down she saw that the tip of the queens tongue dancing over her nipple. Alternating between licks and kisses, Ahokas nipples hardened in seconds as she let out a moan.
   Soon Ahsoka felt the queens hand touch her hip. After rolling onto her right side, she had reached over with her left hand while orally pleasuring Ahsoka's breast. The hand slid down from the hip and manuevered in such a way so as to return the favor Ahsoka was giving her.
   The feeling the queen was providing her almost brought Ahsoka to climax right away. She tried to control herself and rein in her desire to achieve her orgasm quickly. She wanted this experience to last, at least until the queen had caught up.
   As far as her stimulation of the queen went, she supposed there was no reason to be restrained on that front. Her middle finger disappered up to it's second knuckle into the wet, slippery opening of the queen. A sharp exhale of breath was followed by the queen rocking her hips up and down. Her own hand worked more frantically in Ahsoka's pussy. She was closer than Ahsoka had first thought.
   The grunting the queen gave out caused Ahsoka to frantically rub the queens sex. Now her hips didn't just rock up and down, they positively bucked. Queen Miraj gave several quick grunts all in conjunction with the inward thrusting of Ahsoka's fingers. Ahsoka felt the muscles of the womans vagina tighten over her fingers. The queens entire body arched until only her feet and shoulders touched the couch as she let out an extended groan. She then collapsed out of breath, her oral attention of Ahsokas breast temporarily forgotten.
   While the queens hand had stopped it's work momentarily, she basked in the glow of her orgasm, it started up again after only a minute or so. Soon it was Ahsokas turn to ride the wave of pleasure that was taking her higher and higher.
   The queens hand moved quickly and with knowledge of how to bring Ahsoka to her pleasure. Ahsoka being as she was already close to orgasm didn't take long to achieve it. Letting out several short high pitched moans her body shuddered as a shattering orgasm overtook her.
   Collapsing next to the queen Ahsoka laid her head down on the queens shoulder. While she recovered she stared into the light of the fireplace. After some minutes she looked up into the queens gaze, the queens eyes danced with amusment in the firelight as they looked back at her.
   The queen brought up one of the fingers that had been used to make her little jedi cum. As Ahsoka watched she inspected it, including the small droplet that dangled near the tip. Then popped the finger into her mouth. Leaving it there for several seconds she slowly wihdrew it, making sure to suck all the moisture off it as she did. “Mmmmmmmm. Sweet.”
   The two females laid upon the couch for a long while afterward, recovering their energy. Letting out a long sigh Ahsoka spoke without lifting her head from the queens upper chest.
   “Why did I do this?” The queen let out a sigh of her own and opened her mouth, but before she could respond, Ahsoka continued. “We are still almost at war with each other? What were we thinking? I'm supposed to be a jedi. I'm trained almost from birth to restrain myself. To not get carried away in selfishness, now this.” Her last two words made it sound as if she were being drained of energy as she spoke them.
   “I'm pretty sure you just answered your own question my dear.” Ahsoka looked up into the queens face and the older woman smiled. “A lifetime of being told 'no'? To be good all the time? To deny ones self? I couldn't take it. I'm actually a little surprised no one in your little supreme warrior club hasn't gotten a little something on the side before now.” The queen got a thoughtful look on her face, as if taking what she had just said in. “In fact, I suppose there must be some jedi who've had lovers on the side. After all, if they did they would have a great many tools at their disposal to keep something like that a secret wouldn't they?”
   Ahsoka's face took on a faraway and depressed look. She didn't seem convinced.
   The queen looked at a nearby clock, then down at her teenaged lover. “It is getting late. We return to the palace tommorow. We should get some rest.” Neither of them made moves to get up, or separate from each other. It was an unspoken assumption they would sleep naked in each other arms tonight. From the beautiful blue and white head nestled upon her chest the queen heard her captive speak.
   “I'll do it.” The queen was puzzled for a second as to what her partner was talking about, then quickly she understood with surprise what it was Ahsoka was agreeing too. Ahsoka clenched her hand with that of the queens, then confirmed her suspicion. “I will be your consort. I'll stay with you. I owe at least that much to Anakin and Obi-wan. The only thing I ask, is that I be allowed to tell them. I don't want them risking their lives in some sort of rescue of me.” She didn't add that she felt that after tonight, she didn't think of herself as worth saving.
   She didn't look back into the eyes of the queen but she could hear the rustling of the couch as the royal silently nodded. It was the only noise in the firelit room.
   She did not look forward to telling her master that he had lost her, at least for now. While master Anakin was a good man she was afraid to reveal the nature of the relationship she had with the queen. He would naturally think that she was being forced to stay, and indeed she was, but that was far from a complete picture of what was going on.
   That wasn't the only one thing she didn't want contemplate. The suggestion of the queens that jedi kept lovers in secret was an absurd one. The jedi knights? The greatest generals and warriors in existence, carrying on as shamefully as she had? Not likely. She didn't want to bring that up as an excuse to her master when telling him of the arrangement she had reached. He was so straight laced, so by the book. She guessed that the idea itself probably had never even occurred to him. He might even be angered at the mere suggestion. Best just to say that this was being forced upon her and leave it at that.
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