Padme Amidala: Sith Mistress
by PJ
 
 
The Imperial Palace was a riot of activity before the Emperor's latest grand ball.  Servants scurried everywhere, caring for the varied needs of guests, preparing the dining hall, and polishing the Imperial Court until it gleamed like molten silver.
 
Padme Amidala stood before her vanity mirror, combing out her
long, dark brown tresses.
She pouted to herself, the Scar of Remembrance bright red upon her lower lip.  She smiled at the sight of the Scar, it conflicted horribly with the ornate red Sith markings painted around her left eye.
She licked the Scar with her tongue, she found the mark deliciously irreverent.
 
Padme draped her sleek, black cloak around her scantily-clad
frame and strode out of her bedchamber.  She hurried through the crowded halls, the Emperor had commanded her to be at his side
throughout tonight's festivities.
*****
 
 
The Imperial Court was filled to capacity by representatives
from all the Empire's worlds.  Palpatine sat back within his throne, garbed in thick, black robes, his glowing eyes raking across the ranks of his subjects.
 
"There they are," hissed Palpatine, his dark lips curling into a smile.
 
Padme followed the Emperor's gaze, spotting a mature woman with curling, golden hair standing next to a tall, well-built young man. Woman and man were both dressed in pristine white, the woman in a filmy gown, the man in tight breeches and a flowing tunic.
 
"Who are they?" inquired Padme curiously.
 
"Queen Ta'a Chume and her son, Prince Isolder.  Chume rules the Hapes Consortium."
 
"The Consortium is a powerful realm," nodded Padme
appreciatively.
 
"Yes, it could be a threat to the Empire.  Chume is dragging her feet in negotiations.  I'm reluctant to use the Fleet, the
Consortium maintains an impressive fleet of its own and losses would be high if we engaged them.  I can't afford to weaken the Imperial
military needlessly."
 
"What do you want me to do?" guessed Padme, flicking her bright eyes at her master.
 
"Seduce Isolder.  If you marry him, you will be Queen Mother of the Consortium."
 
"It shouldn't be difficult," smiled Padme wantonly, running a palm over her bare belly.
 
"You have learned much, young Padme," smiled Palpatine.  "I know you will not fail me."
 
Without another word, Padme left the throne and descended onto
the Court.  Courtiers and ambassadors parted for Amidala silently, like an ocean before a mighty warship.  Padme draped her dark cloak over her left shoulder, offering her bare breast and stocking-clad leg for viewing.
 
Isolder noticed Padme immediately.  The boy's eyes widened,
drinking in Padme's sensual body and scant clothing.  Chume's
expression darkened when she beheld the Emperor's pet.
 
"Queen Mother Chume, Prince Isolder," greeted Padme, offering a graceful curtsy that tantalized Isolder with sleek thigh and ripe breast.
 
"Lady Amidala," grinned Isolder, taking Padme's right hand and tenderly kissing her knuckles.
 
Chume didn't even nod in greeting, she merely stared daggers at Amidala.
 
"I've heard much about you, Prince Isolder.  You are considered a rising star at Court," said Padme in a warm, adoring voice.
 
Isolder blushed deeply, his eyes never leaving Padme's bare
left breast or her smooth, slender left thigh.  Black garters held up sleek, black stockings that encased Padme's sultry legs to her stiletto- heeled shoes.  Padme drew close to Isolder, slipped her right arm into his left.
 
"Perhaps you would like a tour of the Palace?  I know many interesting sights," purred Padme, licking her moist, painted lips.
 
"I would enjoy that very much, Lady Amidala," replied Isolder, his body rubbing against Padme's.
 
"My son, there are other guests to speak with, do not forget your duty," warned Chume acidly.
 
"I was instructed by the Emperor himself to see to the Prince's pleasure.  You would not want to offend the Emperor, would you?" asked Padme innocently.
 
Chume nearly bit her tongue in half.  "No, I would not want to offend him."
 
"Let's go, my Prince," smiled Padme in triumph, leading the smitten boy out of the stifling Court.
******
 
 
Isolder leaned back against the wall-length window, panting
while Padme knelt in front of him, sucking ravenously on his stiff cock.  The painted young woman looked up at Isolder as she licked the underside of his shaft with her tongue, her white lips wrapping around the knobbed head of his prick, sucking intently on the shivering tip. Isolder ran his hands through Padme's brown hair, grunting as he shoved his cock into her mouth.  Padme sucked in every inch, massaged the entire, throbbing length of meat with her tongue.  The young woman's head bobbed erotically, her lips slurping over and over on the gasping prince's member.  Padme grasped the base of Isolder's cock, gently squeezed while she licked the oozing head.  She rubbed the swollen penis over her cheeks and lips, then slid it into her mouth again, sucking until her white-painted cheeks were taut.
 
Isolder grabbed Padme's shoulders, stood her up, and pressed
her belly first onto the cool glass.  He unclasped the young woman's long cloak and let it fall to her feet.  The prince raked his nails over Padme's bare back, knelt before her firm buttocks.  He pried Padme's buttocks apart before burying his face in her ass, licking her soft cunt.  Padme moaned with pleasure, her tits crushed against the window glass, her hips gyrating as she pressed her ass against the prince's face.
Isolder caressed Padme's stocking-covered legs, licking her tender clit, sliding his tongue into her moist vagina.  Padme shuddered, her open palms stroking the smooth glass, her pussy trembling while drops of honey escaped to splash on Isolder's handsome face.  Isolder slowly licked each of Padme's buttocks, her flesh sweet against his tongue. The blonde prince stood up, wrapped his strong left arm around Padme's thin waist, and used his right hand to reach down and unfasten the black loincloth covering the young woman's crotch.  The piece of fabric fell, and Isolder stroked Padme's cunt, his long fingers running up and down her slit.  Padme leaned her back against the tall prince, rubbing her ass over his crotch, moaning while he fingered her pussy, his agile fingers sliding into her vagina, probing her tightening hole.
 
The Dark Side smoldered within Padme's eyes, transforming them
into dull, red orbs.  The flushed young woman grasped Isolder's erect cock, slid her closed hand back and forth along its quivering length. Isolder rubbed his right thumb over Padme's small patch of dark brown pubic hair.  Padme shivered in ecstasy while the young prince caressed her fuzzy curls, his fingers never leaving her cunt, stroking, fondling her wet cunnie flesh.
 
"Take me, my prince," begged Padme, her breasts heaving, her breath sultry and hot against Isolder's angelic face.
 
Isolder grasped Padme's shapely hips, groaned as he gently
pushed his thick, wet cock into the young woman's clenching pussy. Padme moaned softly, leaning forward into the glass with her open palms, thrusting her ass onto Isolder's penetrating shaft.  Isolder hugged Padme's waist with both arms, pumping through her cunt, grunting sharply with effort.  Padme's moans filled the dimly- lit room.  She rode the prince's cock, tossing her long, dark hair as she fucked the young man behind her.  Isolder slid his hands over Padme's slick thighs, thrusting into her ass, her cunt sucking hungrily upon his shuddering pole.  Padme smiled when she felt the prince's cock swell within her, threatening to explode with orgasmic force.
 
Padme slipped off of Isolder's aching prick and knelt before
him.  She grasped the swollen, purple organ and started sucking on it with her pale, soft lips.  Isolder supported himself on the window, pumping into Padme's tight mouth, her tongue flicking over his meat, driving him wild with lust.
 
Padme removed her mouth from Isolder's shivering member, saliva trailing from her lips to the engorged head of the prince's cock.  The young woman arched her back, presenting her round tits to the gasping Isolder.  The prince climaxed, his whole, lithe body quaking while white milk squirted from his penis onto Padme's naked body.  Padme moaned, grinning as sticky cum rained down upon her face and breasts. When the prince was done, Padme kissed the tip of his cock, coating her white lips with his warm cream.  She licked the prick head clean, her moist lips suckling on the bulbous knob.
*****
 
 
Queen Mother Chume's face was a barely concealed mask of rage
as she boarded the waiting Hapan transport.  Prince Isolder waited impatiently at the foot of the boarding ramp, his posture stiff.
 
 
"I shall miss you, young Padme," said Palpatine, fondling the young woman's left breast idly.  "But your work is more important, you will conquer the entire Hapes Consortium without having to fire a single shot."
 
"The Queen hates me, Master," whispered Padme, leaning against the Emperor while he stroked her inner thighs.
 
"You will have a guardian to aid you if you require him."
 
"Lord Maul?" breathed Padme excitedly.
 
Palpatine merely smiled, bending back Padme's head and savoring her young, tender lips.
 
"Go."
 
Padme picked up her bag and left in a swirl of black cloak.
Moments later, the Emperor watched the Hapan transport blast up into space, the arrow that would pierce a kingdom's heart.
******