... 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."
As her struggles began to falter, Anakin felt her hands no longer pushing against him but embracing him as her mouth became more accustomed to its intended purpose.
"That's it.” he growled. “Feel the Force. Our bodies are one now. Feel my power flowing through you."
Finally Anakin's hips began to buckle. He whispered to his student, "It's coming, Snips!"
But before Ahsoka had time to consider the meaning of these words, she felt the force of her master's shaft as it spasmed and convulsed in her mouth, filling her with his essence.
"Swallow it, Snips. All of it." Anakin ordered as he held her head firmly in place. "This is always the hardest part but I know you can do it, Snips. Do it for me."
As his seed began dribbling from her mouth and off her chin, Anakin finally released Ahsoka from his grasp. The Togruta girl promptly collapsed onto her master's bed, coughing and gasping for air.
“…Did I do well, Master?" Ahsoka finally asked faintly.
"Very well, Snips.” Anakin huffed. “Beyond my expectations.”
Ahsoka smiled weakly. "I'm so tired, Master ...