Chapter 140: Deep Breath In

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Warning! Smut content ahead! This story starts out with a Lemon, clearly marked out with -Lemon Starts Here- and -Lemon Ends Here- so that you can skip it if such is not your thing.

Chapter 140: Deep Breath In

- Clone Wars Day 19: Tythe Central -

-Lemon Starts Here-

Izuku moaned as his fist tightened in Sabé’s hair, even as his half-open eyes tracked Padmé’s body as it ground into the pole Aayla had insisted they add to their private quarters years ago. With just the two of them present, it was very easy to embrace the apparent ‘twins’ fantasy playing out in front of him. With some of the best biosculpt in the galaxy keeping them exactly matched, down to the tiniest details, only his familiarity with their Force presences and personalities assured him of which was which. He had to admit that it added a certain extra charge to encounters where it was just the three of them, as it was tonight.

In truth, he hadn’t expected this at all.

Not with how stressed out, exhausted, and busy everyone had been.

Apparently, that hadn’t been an acceptable answer to Sabé, who he was almost certain was the driving force behind him having found both girls waiting for him in the bedroom. They’d been wearing nothing but a set of metal collars, chain leashes that fastened them to the stripper pole, and skimpy loincloths held up with finer gold chains. No tops, showing that at some point very recently they’d duplicated the nipple piercings Aayla had gotten. Identical sets for both of them, of course.

He’d been half-stunned at the sight when they’d sauntered up to him and each taken him by an arm, pulling him deeper into the bedroom. From there, they’d slowly stripped his own clothes while taking turns making out with him, before Sabé had teasingly commanded their mutual lover to ‘show him what you’ve been learning just for him.’ Which, as it happened, turned out to be an impressively good pole dancing routine. Not quite as good as the ones Aayla semi-regularly performed, claiming it was ‘good exercise,’ but very good for something she couldn’t have been practicing for longer than a few months.

The only reason he’d been able to tear his eyes away at all was that Sabé had tugged him to a seat on the nearby couch and promptly knelt between his legs. Even now, as he gently guided her with the hand fisted in her hair, she was giving him a slow-but-thorough blowjob. She’d started with little kisses and gentle nibbles, move on to sucking his balls gently while simultaneously working his shaft with one hand, then moved on from that to properly deep throating him with obviously-practiced ease.

Padmé had lost her loincloth by now, leaving her in just the collar that leashed her to the pole, and her show was slowly starting to become more about the most creative ways she could masturbate with that pole, rather than a dance. The sight, combined with what Sabé was doing to him, was finally too much, and cum boiled out of Izuku’s balls, Sabé deliberately swallowing only the first two pumps before capturing the rest in her mouth. Smirking around her mouthful, she rolled to her feet and swayed over to Padmé…and kissed her deeply, sharing his load. The sight was more than enough to prevent Izuku from flagging even a little, as well as encouraging him to surge to his feet.

Neither of the pseudo-twins did more than giggle as he casually snapped their chains, threw one of them over each shoulder, and carried them to the bed. They might not have started this, but was certainly going to be the one to end it. Something which he didn’t think they had any protests about as he positioned Sabé's pussy on top of her mistress’s face and sunk his throbbing cock into Padmé’s in turn…

-Lemon Ends Here-

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It was the morning after Sabé and Padmé’s unexpected ambush, and the best night of sleep he’d had since waking up in a hospital on Coruscant, that the three of them were sitting around a breakfast table. They’d had a bit more fun in the shower, cleaning up after the mess Izuku had made of both of them last night, and even now the girls were in nothing but short bathrobes. Which, along with the good food prepared by a personal droid, was almost enough of a pleasant distraction to make up for the return of an unpleasant reality in the form of the discussion Sabé reluctantly started.

“So, now that we’ve made sure you aren’t burning yourself out with stress and too little sleep, are you sure about your plans, Izu? I know Rana is…unhappy, to say the least.”

Izuku sighed, but it was a weary sigh instead of the frustrated and stressed one it would have been the day before. It was Sabé who’d noticed how on edge he’d been, something not aided by the fact that all three of his ‘bonded’ were now running around elsewhere. Shaak Ti had stayed back on Coruscant, feeling called to help put together the relief team that was, by now, likely on Kamino. She and a few Jedi she’d handpicked, ones Izuku suspected she’d had ulterior motives for picking, were heading the team that would start taking over from Celeste and Kina Ha.

That team also included representatives of the Chancellor’s Office, the League, and several independent planets. The Clones didn’t have a clue how to run a government and weren’t even sure they wanted to. So the ‘relief’ group was going to be responsible for trying to create some sort of system beyond just the GAR military structure on the planet. Exactly what sort of system, who the planet would answer to, and a dozen other things were completely up in the air for the moment. Just like so many other things amidst a galaxy set on fire.

Meanwhile, Aayla had gone ahead of him to Geonosis, where Zavra was also heading using her personal ship. The two of them were going to start working on the details of the plan Izuku had put in place. The one that Sabé had just brought up. Admiral Lin was displeased that Izuku himself was planning to take over the Geonosis campaign. He’d won the argument on why, since the primary reason he was doing so was the fact they were planning to deploy Force Sensitive combat units that had been training on Ossus for the first time.

But she certainly hadn’t been pleased.

Understandably so, since Izuku was the closest thing to a single point of failure for the entire League. He wasn’t a single point of failure any longer, at least in theory. The time since the Hutt Crusade had allowed them to start properly hammering things like lines of succession out. Yet the reality remained that it was Izuku’s popularity and leadership, his status as the ‘man who’d finally taken down the Hutts,’ that was currently keeping the League so stable. It might survive and pull through if he died at this point, but there would be a lot of jockeying for positions and power plays.

Meaning he really shouldn’t be on the front lines.

“I’m sure. Despite what the First Admiral thinks, I am smart enough to know I don’t have any business being down on the ground. Yet the fight to get down there is going to be rough, based on estimates of what they have in the way of anti-orbital weapons and fighters. My Battle Meditation abilities will mean a lot less casualties in getting the army down on the ground in the first place. Not to mention I’ll be better able to support the Champions once they start infiltrating.”

The Champion Initiative had been started almost the day Ossus Academy took in its first batch of Force Sensitives. Many of those who’d been ‘awakened’ during the events surrounding Tisht were soldiers at heart, and many more Force Sensitives of all ages that had been found scattered through Hutt space were martially inclined as well. Some of the original set had gone on to form the Sovereign’s Guard…but more had attended Ossus with a focus on the more combative aspects of Force usage. They’d been trained not just by Jedi, but Iron Knights, Matukai, Guardians of the Whills, Dathomir Witches, and even a Disciple of Twilight that Master Fay had found somewhere and somehow convinced to join the Academy.

The aim had been to, for all intents and purposes, create ‘Champions of the Force.’ Ones that could act either at an individual or squad level. Strictly speaking, they weren’t a part of the League, Izuku having taken a hands-off approach more akin to how the Jedi used to work during the early days of the Republic. Given that they were dedicated to the protection of sentient life and the majority of them had come from League Space, it wasn’t too much of a shock that they’d volunteered en masse to help the League against the current threats. Geonosis would be their very first major deployment, seeing a full two dozen eight-man squads being inserted onto the world in a commando role against critical targets.

Technically, Aayla and Zavra, both of whom had spent time at the Academy getting to know the Champions and their methods, would be the ones working with them directly. Yet, having Izuku be their primary command and control just made sense. Both because he would be in charge of the battlespace overall, and because Aayla and Zavra could speak with him in a way that couldn’t be intercepted.

“Are you sure the political situation can hold together without you? The Council of Free Worlds is still new, and all the former Republic words being added to the League in a rush are going to strain the systems you have in place. For that matter, a great many worlds who are on the fence are going to want to speak to you, directly, as the head of the League.”

Padmé’s question was pointed and made Izuku grimace. She wasn’t exactly wrong, after all. Even now there was a small flood of worlds still joining up with the League, as their local rulers saw which way the winds were blowing. Despite several wins that had stopped the CIS advance, including a recent success at Foless, the CIS was dominating on the battlefield for the moment. A large number of Republic worlds were steadily falling, with each new defeat causing more panic in the remaining Republic worlds.

For those worlds close to League, the fact it hadn’t lost yet, in fact managing to smash or repel every major CIS fleet it had engaged so far, made running to the League for protection seem like an increasingly good move. Still, there was a point that she wasn’t considering. An important one that majorly differentiated the League’s situation from the Republic’s.

“It should be fine, at least in the short term. Remember, the League’s economy barely stuttered while the Republic’s is crashing hard. Even the Confederacy’s planets are suffering some downturn, where the League’s boom economy is still going strong. That, as much as safety, is luring in worlds, and will let the trained diplomats handle the influx. I’m supposed to be the last resort for recruiting worlds, not the first.”

Padmé twitched as she processed that. Izuku could practically feel her incredulity. Not from his latter assertion, but from the fact she knew the bit about the economy was true. She had, entirely expectedly, immediately dived into the process of trying to help Naboo and other worlds from the Chommell sector transition into the League successfully. Something which, according to the LIS and political briefings he read daily, was already making her a shoe in for the Council Seat either Naboo or the sector as a whole would someday gain. Not that such surprised him at all. She’d been an extremely well-regarded voice for their worlds within the Republic Senate, after all.

The result of her diving in, though, was that she was at least somewhat well-versed in how well the League was handling the war. Namely, that it had barely been disrupted at all. They’d already been producing war material on a ‘war-footing,’ yet had also still been massively improving civilian quality of life for everyone in former Hutt Space simultaneously. In part, that had easy, due to just how poor that quality of life had been in the first place. It didn’t take a lot of progress to massively improve on ‘downtrodden slave,’ after all. The other factor, however, was just how much wealth they’d taken from the Hutts. Despite needing to be careful about how they’d used it, they’d still been able to both build massive infrastructure improvements and race forward with expansion of the military.

“I supposed that would buy you time. The more important worlds are going to try insisting you get involved anyway, though. More to the point, the Republic is going to expect you to be involved. Particularly in leading talks over the issue of Kamino. The world is all but completely enfolded by League Space now.”

Izuku grimaced. That was entirely true. Admiral Lin had moved quickly to make sure Rishi was secured, after learning how important it was as the location of the only known hyperlane to Kamino. That meant that the components of the GAR moving to and from the world were doing so through League controlled space, at the League’s sufferance. Still…

“They aren’t going to make an issue out of that just yet. The people Organa put in charge of the military situation aren’t stupid, and are going to realize that the League guarding the gate is freeing them from needing to do so. They’ll want something formal worked out eventually, but they have enough problems elsewhere not to go looking for another. Doubly so if the reason I’m not directly available is because I’m dealing with the threat Geonosis represents.”

Frowning, but slowly nodding as well, Padmé took a bite of the remaining breakfast they’d been nibbling at while they spoke. After a few moments to chew over both the food and the argument, she acknowledged his point.

“You’re most likely right. You know you won’t be able to stay out of it forever though, correct?”

Glumly, Izuku nodded. While he wasn’t eager to lead tens of thousands to possible death. It was still better than politics. A thought Sabé seemed to read on his face, as she snorted and interjected her own comment.

“Don’t worry, Izzy. I’ll make sure Padmé is too distracted to plot how to drown you in political poodoo.”

Salaciously leaning against Padmé, Sabé managed to capture the other girl’s earlobe with her lips and suckle before she could react. The moan the action drew out of a now-blushing Padmé interrupted the line of conversation nicely. Maybe they could fit one more round of fun in before duty called…

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A/N 1: Sexy twin fantasies are a man's romance? Or something like that. Also, some women's romance too, I won't judge ;-)!

A/N 2: So, things had gotten away from the focus on Izuku/Aayla for a while, as I needed to set the stage properly for the Clone Wars as a whole. It should be pretty obvious how things will swing back around to Izuku/Aayla being the main viewpoint again soon, though, as they'll be headed into the Battle of Geonosis. Which will be a much nastier affair this time, in some ways, since the locals have had a chance to dig in. On the other hand, we'll get to see the League's military at work and some improvements made to them. As well as the first truly combat-trained Force Sensitives coming out of Ossus...

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