...k and forth. Yeah, Snips, that's the way. You're a natural, born to be a Jedi."
At these words of unprecedented praise, the padawan began to quiver, her master's fingers becoming even more soaked in her sweet nectar as they continued penetrating her with ever-increasing ease.
"Now," he continued, sliding his fingers out of her orifice and into her waiting lips, "The next step is to use your mouth, the way you're now doing with my fingers."
Slowly but firmly, Anakin guided Ahsoka downward. "Open your mouth." he whispered.
Her lips parted but before she could even breath, Anakin forced his member into little Ahsoka's mouth, both of his hands pulling her towards him as she gagged and struggled against the overwhelming force of her master's grip.
"Beautiful." Anakin whispered as he watched the tears stream down his padawan's cheeks. He proceeded to move his hips slowly but forcefully, watching his shaft slide its way back and forth through her lips.
Sensing her distress, he consoled the frightened padawan. "It's alright, you're doing great. Focus. Learn to breathe through your nose. Yes... that's it. That's my good little soldier. My special, special Snips."