Her husband is returning to Coruscant. Padme is at once both thrilled and trepidatious. She longs for him and it feels like an eternity since she's been held in his arms, but at the same time it hasn't been nearly long enough at all.
She's made some progress with Riyo Chuchi. The darling Pantoran Senator had latched onto Padme's overtures of friendship like a lifeline. Like she was drowning and Padme was the only thing keeping her treading water.
But at the same time, Padme knew she couldn't push too fast with Riyo or she risked shattering all of her excellent work so far. The young alien woman would fall eventually, but for now… things needed to be slow.
And yet, Padme was well aware from Vader's encrypted messages that he was returning triumphant. Total mission success, that was what he'd claimed. That meant Grievous, Ventress, and the biochips… had all been dealt with, one way or another. Given Padme had heard nothing from any of her sources about Grievous or Ventress going missing or falling in battle, she had to assume that meant Vader succeeded at turning them to his side.
Meanwhile, she had barely anything to show for her efforts. Riyo wasn't ready. And the other Senators that Padme intended to pull deeper into her sphere of influence were very much still works in progress as well.
… In the end, there was only one thing Padme could do, only one 'gift' she could offer up to her husband to celebrate his return home to her side. And so she makes the sacrifice, she takes that step, and when Vader finally steps into her apartments, she's waiting for him… along with Sabe.
"Welcome back, husband."
Vader pauses as he takes in the scene. Padme, standing there in nothing but heeled boots, gloves, and a corset, all made of black synth-leather. And then kneeling at her feet… Sabe. Loyal, faithful, ever-devoted Sabe. Wearing nothing but a metal bikini that might be more at home in a Hutt's palace, with a collar around her neck and a leash connected to Padme's hands.
She'd wanted to one day surprise her husband with her and Sabe side by side, makeup and attire done up to make them look identical to one another, just two handmaidens to the 'real' Queen. But that hadn't felt appropriate for this first time between the three of them. No, it was important to establish the pecking order here.
She and Vader were above Sabe, always.
It only takes a second for her husband to come to terms with what he's looking at. Then, he's stepping further into the room, a soft smile on his lips as his eyes trail over Padme's figure. He really ONLY has eyes for her as he approaches, practically ignoring Sabe entirely and going straight for Padme.
His hands come up and caress her cheeks as he leans in and kisses her deeply, and Padme moans, kissing him just as deeply back and shuddering in bliss. The leashed woman on her knees at their feet is all but forgotten for a moment… but only a moment. Eventually, when they come up for air, Padme directs her husband's attention downwards.
"What do you think of my gift, husband?"
Vader finally turns his eyes onto Sabe… who takes a bit of prodding to look up at him, at both of them really, when Padme tugs on her leash. A smile flits across Padme's lips.
"Your former handmaiden. You've put her in an interesting outfit, my love."
Padme tilts her head to the side, hearing a note of something strange that she can't quite place in Vader's dark, rumbling voice. Has she done something wrong?
"Hello again, Sabe."
Sabe's throat bobs as she swallows convulsively. She doesn't know what to say… but then to be fair, Padme had trained her not to say much at all. She was supposed to just be a pretty ornament. A gift, just as Padme had called her. Truth be told, Padme hadn't expected her husband to actually talk to the other woman.
"Sabe. Why don't you show my husband your appreciation for giving his approval to allow you back into my bed~"
That gets things moving at least. Padme watches as Sabe jerks forward, hands coming up and deftly working open Vader's pants. He doesn't stop her, simply watching in silence until his cock is out and then subsequently disappears between Sabe's lips.
He grunts rather than groans, before looking back to Padme.
"She's certainly eager to please."
Padme just smirks, preening a little bit.
"Of course she is. She's mine… and what's mine is yours, husband. Isn't that right, Sabe?"
Running a hand through Sabe's hair, Padme's smirk turns into a full blown grin when her former handmaiden lets out an affirmative 'mmm' while continuing to suck Vader's cock. Yes, now things were back on track. Sabe was doing so well too, Padme couldn't be more pleased.
Vader, meanwhile, spends only a moment longer looking at Sabe. And then he's all over Padme again. Which to be fair, given her current synth-leather attire, is all too reasonable. Between the corset covering neither her chest nor her crotch and her lips right there, Vader seems to decide that Padme is his for the taking. And she is… always.
Moaning as he kisses and touches her, his fingers fondling her tits and playing with her lower lips while his mouth crashes into her mouth, Padme shudders in ecstasy and release. At the same time, her hands continue to hold Sabe's leash… and one of them moves to the back of the other woman's head as well, just to give her a little more… motivation.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
Sabe's gagging on her husband's cock is like music to Padme's ears as she loses herself in the moment. Her submitting to Vader. Sabe submitting to her. And Vader submitting to NO ONE. This is how it is meant to be. Padme might not have a connection to the Force, but she feels it down to the marrow in her bones that this… this is the truth. Her truth.
Sidious had taken everything Padme had ever loved from her. But he couldn't take this. The Force itself had made sure of it by giving her husband everything he needed to put a stop to the other Sith Lord's plans. All Padme had to do… was support her husband, no matter what.
Finally, with a half-grunt, half-groan, Vader comes undone. Between Sabe's tight throat and sucking lips and Padme helping guide her up and down his cock, her husband can't hold back forever. He cums down Sabe's throat, filling it with his seed as she swallows to the best of her abilities.
When it's finally over, Vader pulls back… but Padme can tell he's just getting started. That's good because so is she. Smiling down at Sabe's dazed face, Padme looks back up and gives her husband a wink.
"How did she do, husband? Well enough to earn a reward?"
Vader grunts, staring down at Sabe as well.
"… Yes."
Smirking, Padme sees the light return to Sabe's eyes as their words finally penetrate over the fog that has settled upon her mind. She blinks once and then twice before looking up at Padme hopefully. Giggling a little bit, Padme gives the leash a little tug.
"Come then, Sabe. My husband has spoken~"
She leads Sabe on all fours to the bedroom, with Vader quietly following behind them. Then, she makes her way up onto the bed, scooting backwards and spreading her legs wide as the leash makes sure Sabe follows her up onto the mattress.
Crawling forward, Sabe doesn't hesitate to claim her reward. With an eagerness that belies her current circumstances, the other woman dives down between Padme's thighs, immediately starting to slurp and lap at her lower lips, tonguing Padme's cunt with all her heart.
Letting out a hiss, Padme arches her back like a particularly satisfied nexu, licking her lips before giving her husband a hooded stare. Vader stares back, watching for a moment, his cock twitching and still fully erect. And yet, he doesn't make his way to the bed right away. Instead he continues to watch until Sabe herself starts to arch her back and lift her hips into the air.
There's no denying it… the invitation that is. Padme smirks as she sees how good Sabe is doing. All that training, even with Vader absent, has really paid off. Perhaps she doesn't have much to show for her efforts just yet… but she does have this at least. All she had to do was reawaken that submissive, eager-to-please part of Sabe. To make her into a willing, eager, horny pet once more.
Except this time, Sabe wasn't just eager to please Padme. She was also eager to please Padme's husband.
Finally Vader moves forward. At receiving Sabe's rather blatant invitation, he grunts and steps up to the bed. Moving onto the mattress behind Padme's former handmaiden, he grabs hold of Sabe by the hip with his free hand… and guides his cock into her waiting pussy with the other.
Sabe's face is buried in Padme's crotch so Padme makes sure to moan for her as Vader fills the other woman with his throbbing shaft. She makes sure to moan to the sky, her voice filling the room. Is it a bit exaggerated? Maybe, but not really. Sabe's tongue inside of her feels quite good. But the knowledge that Vader is claiming his prize, taking advantage of Padme's gift… that's even hotter, really.
"Fuck her, my love. Lay claim to her, just as I have. She is ours."
Looking down the length of her slim frame, Padme makes eye contact with Sabe and smiles wickedly.
"Ours to love. Ours to enjoy. Ours to cherish. Ours to use. Ours."
Sabe breaks eye contact first, focusing back on pleasuring her Mistress to the best of her abilities. At the same time though, she also finds herself being railed by her new Master for the first time. His cock punching in and out of Sabe from behind delivers the woman deeper into Padme's crotch with each pass.
Groaning and moaning in equal measure, Padme wraps a leg around the back of Sabe's neck, applying just the right amount of pressure to trap her further. She can see it working like magic, can see Sabe losing just a bit of air and in turn tightening her pussy up around Vader's cock harder as a result.
… Its beautiful. Truly. A beautiful sight that Padme never wants to end, even as the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh along with dutiful slurping and wanton moaning fill the room.
-x-X-x-
Alas, everything ends eventually. Even the stars go out. Hours later, they're done. Or rather, Sabe is done. Poor dear did her best to keep up, but she simply never stood a chance. Vader can draw upon the Force to keep himself going for as long as he wants. Meanwhile, Padme's training and physical conditioning were MUCH more extensive than Sabe's had ever been despite their public backgrounds.
After fucking Sabe and each other for hours and hours, Padme has sent Sabe away, removing the collar and leash and freeing their pet to go and take a bath. An actual bath with water instead of a simple sonic shower. She'd earned it, as far as Padme was concerned. Meanwhile, she and her husband needed their alone time to be able to talk.
"Did you bed Ventress?"
Laying atop Vader's naked form, head on his chest, Padme's fingers are wrapped around his cock, gently but slowly stroking his member. At the same time, his hand is on her head, carded through her hair, fingers working away at her scalp in a pattern that honestly has her purring.
He pauses briefly at her question though.
"… Do you want me to have bedded Ventress?"
Padme blinks before looking up at her husband and pouting.
"Maybe?"
He snorts in amusement, eyes glittering as he shakes his head.
"I didn't bed Ventress… yet. She would have likely leapt at the chance, but it didn't feel right in the moment."
Ah, that was fair. And he would know best what was right and what wasn't, obviously. So-
"Of course, then I went and bedded Master Shaak Ti instead so…"
Wait, what?! Padme's mouth drops open as she stares at Vader in disbelief. For a second she thinks he's joking… but then he tells her everything. The whole sordid tale. By the end of it all, even as she's squirming and clenching her thighs together from hearing how he put that Togruta bitch in her place, Padme only really has one question.
"What are you planning to do with the clones now that they're under your control?"
Vader pauses at that, something dark passing over his face. His answer shouldn't be as surprising as it initially is, Padme will later reflect.
"Nothing."
When she jolts at first, Vader just smiles grimly.
"I won't accept an army of slaves, Padme. The clones deserve to be free just as much as you and I do. I'm not going to let their abuse continue like it did… in my visions."
Of course. Force but she was a moron, wasn't she? Both of them had been slaves from a young age. But for Vader, he'd been born into it. Padme had simply been chosen and taken. Padme's experiences left her with a need for control, something she thinks her husband shares with her. Nevertheless, Vader's need for control is focused on himself. Padme is the one reaching out to greedily take control of everything and everyone around them.
Neither is necessarily wrong, she feels. Vader needs her to watch his back, always. Case in point, his next words.
"Still… in the vision of the future I had, Shaak Ti did not Fall like this. She didn't Fall at all, in fact. It's strange… and it has me wondering what else might have changed within the Jedi Order."
Padme straightens up, even as Vader gives her a look.
"… You think there might be some truth to Sidious' theories about someone on the Jedi High Council having Fallen? I thought he just sensed your Darkness and came to the wrong conclusions…"
Indeed, Padme had made even less progress on the mission given to her by her false master than she had on the things she wanted to do for Vader. So far, she'd just made some light inquiries here and there, mostly because she'd known… or rather, she thought she'd known that Vader was the cause of the disturbance at the Temple that Sidious wanted her to investigate.
For a long moment, Vader seems to consider the issue, staring off into nothing. Then, he speaks.