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The resemblance was uncanny, Vader thought, not for the first time, as he looked at Sabé's face. Even up close, he could be fooled if he was not paying close attention. The perfect double in every way.
Even for sex.
He had not really thought before acting, he had just seen the perfect reflection of his sleeping wife and seized the opportunity. He did not have the patience to do things properly tonight, and he did not want to wake her up or hurt her. Sabé would be enough.
She would be enough once she stopped struggling and fighting him.
Padmé would never be so unruly and wild, nor so reluctant to take care of him when he needed it.
His angel was admirably gentle and submissive.
"Shh," he whispered softly, tightening his metal hand around her slender neck, so fragile that he could break it without even trying.
It was a little annoying to have his hands full... but he could easily solve that. All he had to do was remain hidden in the Force, away from everyone, using the Dark Side. It would be a shame if Sidious or a Jedi started asking questions for a simple roll in the hay.
Once he was certain he was invisible to any outside perception, Vader removed his hand. Sabé immediately opened her mouth to scream, but she was immediately strangled again. He smiled as he contemplated the woman pinned against the wall of her mistress's sumptuous bathroom... and therefore her master's.
"Ana... kin!"
The tone was filled with indignation, but he would have none of it.
"Come on, can you really play coy and pretend you weren't looking for it when you approached a man in the middle of the night dressed like that?"
Although it was far from one of Padmé's luxurious clothes, which were more like dresses at this point, Sabé was wearing a white nightshirt that was clearly designed to attract attention... and urges. The top of her chest was visible thanks to the deep neckline, and the curve of her breasts was accentuated by a cleverly placed pleat.
"You're the one who approached me," he reminded her, finishing washing his hands and splashing water on his face before approaching her with his Vader gait.
No one was watching, so he could be himself with her for at least a few minutes.
"You must be so frustrated playing Padmé's shadow without ever enjoying the best parts," he added, appreciating her silence enough to let her breathe normally again, leaving only a slight pressure to keep her in check. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you, you'll get the real thing."
She woke up when he spread her legs with his, but her fists did not even make him tremble. She was small, weak, and so fragile. He could see Padmé in her.
"I'll get you ready," he promised, taking her hands and placing them above her head, holding them there, keeping his right hand around her wrists before lifting her nightgown with the other one, humming softly as he felt that she was not wearing panties. "You little saucy minx, you were really waiting for this."
She closed her eyes and turned her head away from him but no longer tried to fight him, and her crocodile tears were not very convincing considering that she was reacting to the rubbing of his fingers and was already starting to get wet.
That feeling... he would never tire of it. He had missed having natural, healthy limbs so much. It was something he had never imagined he would feel again, the world around him... and a woman's body.
Those soft lips, that cool wetness... and that burning interior.
"Oh, you're going to be wonderful," he whispered in her hair, already hooked with just one finger inside her. "I'm going to fill you up so well that you'll only come back to me, my little wife."
She shook her head, but Vader knew he was right.
"You already like it, look at yourself... why deny your own desires?"
She squeezed her legs together when Anakin added another finger inside her and used his thumb to tease her swollen clitoris, and he let her. She began to undulate her hips with him. She deserved a little reward.
"Keep your hands there, sweetheart."
Her eyes were veiled with desire, and Vader would sincerely admit that he did not care whether it was her own feelings or just the repercussion of his own excitement projected into the Force. She remained motionless even without support, and her tight little vagina tightened around his fingers when Vader lowered the fabric covering her chest. The next sound he barely managed to stifle was a gasp of pleasure. He could feel them like cries in the Force.
There she was.
There she was, but he was not going to give her the satisfaction of making her come so easily after all the fight she had given him. He was going to have some fun first. Those breasts deserved a few seconds of his time.
"I knew it," he whispered, feeling her relax completely in his embrace.
Highly aroused himself, he let go of her and turned her around, lifting her skirt to wrap it around her waist and rubbing his penis against her wet folds to smooth himself.
"Wait, no-"
"Silence!" He snapped as he aligned himself, squeezing her neck again. "You really can't control yourself, can you? Do I need to get you a leash?"
She seemed to regain her fighting spirit for a few seconds, but once pressed against the wall and penetrated deeply by his thick member, she froze, breathless, and let him thrust in and out of her at leisure.
"That's right, feel it, how well I'm fucking you and how much you love it. Who else gives you that, gorgeous? Who else could fuck you like this?"
She did not answer, but her orgasm rose rapidly as his thrusts became faster and more abrupt, encouraging him more than words ever could.
"What a great idea to have you all here, an army of bitches to entertain me at home. I can't believe I haven't put you all to use before. That's going to change. A lot of things are going to change."
He did not even think twice as he ejaculated deep inside her. He did not use condoms, his partners would not do that either. That was how he liked them best: open to him, to everything he had to offer.
A girl like her had to be on the pill or using some other form of contraception anyway. And if she was not... who cared? Padmé would never die in childbirth if others bore his children.
He would think about it more seriously later, it could be a solution to their problems.
Vader cleaned himself up and entered her completely unprotected mind to erase these few minutes from her memory. She would think she had had a particularly vivid dream. She would wake up without realizing anything.
He healed her wounds so that no trace of his actions remained, alleviated the irritation in her privates without completely removing it, and sent her back to her room after getting her dressed again.
When he lay down next to his wife, he felt more at peace than he had since his return. His body no longer itched all over. His thoughts were calm and focused.
He had finally found a solution to the suffering that beset him.