A/N: This do-over is off to a great start!
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The Dark Side swirls out from around them as passions and lusts are enflamed. Which is a problem because Vader just got done handling the fact that he was broadcasting all over the damn Jedi Temple. The only saving grace regarding what he had been doing was that his Force Presence was utterly massive.
To put it bluntly, it was large enough to blanket the entire Jedi Temple and make it impossible for anyone to pinpoint exactly where it was coming from… outside of a special few like the Togruta currently trying to suck his soul out through his lips.
By stark comparison, the current Darkness swirling around them is much smaller and while less noticeable, it will still be picked up on soon and zeroed in on far sooner if nothing is done about it.
With a growl, Vader does the only thing he can do… he takes the passion and lust and claims it for himself. The Sith Lord sucks up all of the Darkness spilling out from between the two of them and in doing so feels a heady and heavy NEED wash over him in the process.
His hands clamp down on Ahsoka's ass a moment later, causing the Togruta to squeak into his lips as he digs both metal and flesh digits into her buttocks without hesitation. A moan leaves her mouth a few seconds after that, and she both pushes herself furthest into his chest and also thrusts her ass out into his groping grasp with reckless abandon.
Growling, Vader swings them both around and barely spares a thought to closing the door behind her. In response, Ahsoka just kisses him harder while leaping up and winding those long, flexible legs of hers around his waist.
Both of them are creatures of passion right now, guided by their lusts. Vader would have liked to have found another way to put a stop to this without endangering Ahsoka, but the truth was he couldn't think of one. Or rather, he couldn't think clearly about anything at the moment… except the gorgeous orange alien currently clinging to him like a fucking mynock.
Still, he knew of one way to calm things down. One way to handle this strange explosion of emotion from the alien woman who isn't his Padawan. He simply needs to… take control.
Ahsoka's hands begin to scramble at his robes, her body rocking back and forth insistently as she grinds against him. Huffing in response, Vader carries her over to the bed and drops her down onto it almost unceremoniously.
When she immediately reaches for him, he stops her in her tracks by grabbing her by the neck and pinning her to the bed.
"Cease."
Beneath him, she goes still, her eyes wide as she stares up at him with abject lust and downright ludicrous amounts of need in her gaze. Huffing, Vader lets his gaze glide down her body for a moment, taking in the sight of her mature form.
Funny… the last time he'd seen Ahsoka, he'd killed her. His old Apprentice had been a lot older than she is now by that point, though at the same time she was still a lot older than she was supposed to be at this point.
But that could be questioned later. Right now, they need to deal with this before the Temple Guards come busting down the door looking for the Fallen Jedi in their midst.
"Strip."
He releases his hold on her neck after giving that command, reaching up to begin removing his own robes and tunic. Ahsoka stares for a moment longer before rushing to obey, the beautiful Togruta quickly removing her clothing without hesitation and exposing more and more of her orange flesh in the process.
Her full breasts are soon exposed to his eyes, as is the rest of her sinuous, toned body. A delicious mixture of feminine and athletic, she is a credit to her species… and far too tempting for Vader to resist, especially when he's STILL having to constantly pull her lust and arousal into himself so that the Darkness inherent in her emotions doesn't escape the room and reach anyone else in the Temple.
His cock out and rather erect by this point, Vader growls and lunges forward. Grabbing Ahsoka by her hips, he spins her onto her front and pulls her up to her hands and knees. The horny Togruta moans in response, wiggling her hips back at him and shivering in delight as she arches her back.
Offering herself up on a silver platter like this… it's obvious Ahsoka can feel his power and has an instinctive need to submit to it. That frankly raises even more questions than he already had, but Vader can't afford to waste time with questions right now. That can wait for later.
Reaching out, he grabs hold of one of Ahsoka's lekku, pulling it back behind her head as his other hand grabs her by the hip to hold her steady. Gasping in response, she moans and quivers before him, her pussy lips engorged with lust and glistening wet with arousal.
Her montrals, those tall horns atop her head, might seem like a convenient target for him to grab onto at first glance, but Vader knew better. They were hollow, making them a bit too fragile for this rough of… play.
Instead, he's gratified to feel Ahsoka wrap the lekku he's grabbed around his hand willingly, her body ready for him as she moans oh so wantonly. With a grunt, he impales her upon his cock, filling her with his member. And then… he begins to fuck her.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
To be whole again is an incredibly heady experience, Vader has to admit. But this is not how he would have anticipated celebrating his… return to health. This body he now inhabits is half the age of his previous, on top of having three more limbs and one very important appendage.
You don't really think about it until it's gone, do you? But now here he was. All of the power of Darth Vader, all of the strength and experience… in the body of a younger Anakin Skywalker. Needless to say, Vader puts this body to use far better than his younger self ever would have.
He slams into Ahsoka from behind with bruising force, his hips ramming into her ass as her inner walls clench around his cock. His throbbing length pierces deeply again and again, spearing her depths without hesitation and without mercy.
To her credit, Ahsoka takes him happily, her wanton moans filling the air as her head is tilted back by his grip on her lekku. Vader is careful not to squeeze too tightly, even as he pulls her upper body while plowing into her down below with quite a lot of power.
Ahsoka bends more and more for him, her spine arching further than is usually advisable for more sentients. Finally, the Togruta's head is so far back that Vader can look down into her eyes as they roll around in her skull, her tongue lolling out of her mouth from the pleasure.
But the expression on her face is not what gives Vader a small amount of pause even as he refuses to slow down for even a moment. Nor is the way her cunt clenches around his cock, signaling orgasm after orgasm on the Togruta Padawan's part.
No, what gives him pause even as he continues to fuck her and feed upon her lust… is the flickers of yellow and orange sparking through what should be bright blue eyes. Vader's lips press together at the sight, even as he continues to use the Togruta's body ceaselessly and mercilessly. If they want to avoid being caught by the Jedi, he can do nothing less.
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Time loses all meaning while they're doing the deed, but when it's finally said and done and Ahsoka's lusts have been calmed down and… contained for the time being, Vader notes that several hours have passed.
Several hours in which he'd kept the Togruta from broadcasting her lust to the entire Jedi Temple. Several hours in which the two of them had thoroughly desecrated the tenets of the Order right under the noses of more than a thousand Jedi.
Vader can't really bring himself to care all that much. It's been a long, long time since he's been a Jedi and just because he's been given this strange second chance doesn't mean he's going to suddenly become one again. However…
Looking down at the naked Togruta currently draped over his body, her head resting on his chest and his fingers ghosting lightly over her montrals as she casually strokes his cock, Vader frowns.
"When did you Fall, Ahsoka?"
Stiffening up, Ahsoka doesn't move a muscle for several long moments. But finally, she pulls her head up from his chest and looks at him. Her eyes are a steady blue once again, but that doesn't change the facts. It doesn't change what Vader already knows.
"… I think it might have started when my first Master died. Master Kenobi has been trying to help me where he can, but the war… the war has made it impossible. Every battle I find myself sinking deeper into the Darkness just to try and keep some more of the troops alive. Just to stay alive myself…"
Vader slowly nods at that, understanding precisely where she's coming from. Truth be told, he himself had suffered a similar 'death by a thousand cuts' during the Clone Wars the first time around. It wasn't until years into his imprisonment in that suit after fully embracing the name 'Darth Vader' that he'd come to accept his descent into Darkness had started long before that day in Palpatine's Office.
"Are you… will you report me to the Council now?"
Pulled out of his thoughts, Vader looks down at Ahsoka somewhat incredulously.
"What? Are you paying attention, Ahsoka? Look at us. Look at me. Do you not recall what drew you to me in the first place you silly Togruta?"
She blinks and flushes at his admonishment. Then, her eyes widen as she realizes exactly what he's saying.
"You… b-but you're the Chosen One! You can't have Fallen! You simply can't have!"
Vader can't help the crooked grin that spreads across his pristine, scar-free face at that. Heh, that kind of thinking was precisely what led the Jedi Order to ruin the first time around. Anakin Skywalker, the Chosen One. He can't possibly Fall. Oh but we also can't fully trust him because he was brought to us much too late.
Tch, old fucks should have made up their minds. Maybe they would have lasted longer. But Vader doesn't say any of that to Ahsoka. He simply shakes his head.
"Much like you, it didn't happen all at once. But I think it started back on Tatooine… when my mother died. I killed the entire tribe of Tusken Raiders who I found her with, Ahsoka. Every last one of them, dead by my hands, by my saber."
Ahsoka looks horrified, though through the Force Vader can feel that she's more horrified on his behalf than she is for the Tuskens he killed. Even if many of them were innocent, they're an abstract concept for her. Meanwhile, he's important to her. Very important.
Despite them not being Master and Padawan in this version of the timeline, what they've just done together has created a bond all the same. Vader could make her his Sith Apprentice right this moment and he can tell that she would happily accept, kneeling before him and submitting to his power as her new Master.
It's tempting… but he knows he can't make a decision like that. Not yet anyways, not without getting the lay of the land… and not without speaking with Padme.
Letting out a sigh, Vader carefully begins to sit up, gently but firmly pulling Ahsoka off of him in the process.
"Before this moment, there's only one person I told that too, Ahsoka. Padme… my wife."
Ahsoka takes a moment to parse that but when she finally does her eyes widen and she squeaks in an all new sort of horror as her voice gets rather shrill.
"Y-You're married?! To Senator Amidala?!"
Smiling crookedly, Vader begins reaching for his clothes and getting dressed.
"Yes."
Behind him, Ahsoka makes somewhat adorable, panicked noises on the bed, sounding quite… distressed.
"Oh F-Force. This is all my fault. I made you forget all about her, about your vows about-ack!"
Vader cuts her off by tossing her undergarments at her. They land on her face and one of the holes of her underwear catches on a montral for a moment, forcing her to focus before she can actually take them off of her head when simply batting at the garment doesn't work.
She looks at him incredulously, but Vader just shakes his head.
"You think too highly of yourself, Snips. You didn't make me forget Padme. Not even for a second."
As much as he'd come to care for Ahsoka, Padme was the center of this entire universe. She always would be, no matter what timeline he found himself in. The truth was, Padme had been in the back of his mind the entire time that he'd been… taming the feisty naked Togruta in front of him. In fact, his shame and self-loathing had helped fuel a fair bit of Ahsoka's rough treatment, not that she seemed to be complaining.
Now, Vader looks Ahsoka in the eye and speaks plainly and simply.
"You needed my help. So I gave it to you."
In the aftermath, Vader could think of a couple of other ways he could have gone about things, perhaps. But as they said, hindsight was twenty-twenty. And in the heat of the moment, with him consuming all of Ahsoka's lust and arousal and empowering himself with it to keep it from spreading to the rest of the Temple… well, it truly had seemed like fucking her senseless was the best option.
Of course, he knew better at this point, but he wasn't going to let Ahsoka blame herself for his choices.
"Now then, if you'll excuse me, I need to go find my wife and admit what I've done to her."
Ahsoka gapes, though she manages to call out for him before he can leave.
"W-Wait! You're… going to tell her?!"
Looking back over his shoulder, its Vader's turn to look incredulous.
"Of course I am. How else am I to throw myself at her feet and beg for mercy for my transgressions?"
He also intended to tell Padme everything else as well, of course. He would reveal his true nature and confess his decades of sins and monstrous acts. Truth be told, betraying their vows to bed Ahsoka, while one of his most heinous crimes in his eyes, would probably be the last thing Padme cared about.
Still, she needed to know. She deserved to know everything. Vader would tell her the whole, unvarnished truth… and Padme would decide what happened next. Simple as that. He-
"… What are you doing?"
He's barely turned the first corner down the hall from the room he left Ahsoka in before she's appeared at his side, wearing some of her clothes. She's forgone the robes and tunic but has her leggings and a tube top on that covers her private parts at least. Given how the likes of Master Secura dressed at times, it's not really that out of place even around here. Still, that's not why Vader asks.
"I'm coming with you! To throw myself at Senator Amidala's feet and beg for mercy too!"
That was… definitely not the plan. Vader side eyes Ahsoka for a long moment, considering his options.
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The Vote:
[ ] Make Ahsoka stay behind, this is between him and Padme - 15%
[X] Allow Ahsoka to come with, maybe she'll end up being his apprentice after all - 85%
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A/N: If you're looking for more stories from me, I have a huge backlog of content on other websites such as QQ, HF, AO3, and SH, including anywhere between 10-20 million words of fiction spread out across anywhere from 400-1500+ stories written over the past 10 years.