Chapter 158: Recharge

Warning! Lemon/Smut ahead! It's marked out clearly with -Lemon Starts Here- and -Lemon Ends Here- for those who wish to skip such things!

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Chapter 158: Recharge

- Naboo – 110 Days into the Clone Wars –

-Lemon Starts Here-

Izuku’s stress levels were fading by the minute as he watched Sabé, Eirtaé, and Asora play in the waters near the Naberrie family lake house, wearing a whole lot of almost nothing. He hummed, enjoying the view of three sets of jiggling breasts, even as the workings of his hands drew a languidly, sexy moan from Padmé. She was properly nude, laying on a towel as he worked her entire body over with massage oil. She’d already been reduced to a puddle, one that was steadily making another puddle on a specific part of her towel, a result of Izuku not exactly keeping his massage chaste. In fact, he fully intended it to turn into something even less chaste in a minute or two, given that the delightful view he was getting was certainly putting him in the mood.

When Sabé had firmly announced that they were taking three entire days off from official duties on Naboo, before Izuku had to go back to the front lines to deal with the taking of Sullust, both Izuku and Padmé had attempted to protest. Yes, they had been going pretty full-tilt, minus a few stolen hours here and there to spend with each other and their other lovers, since the start of the war. Yet, they were doing so because they had responsibilities and duties to take care of for their people, and neither were the type to shirk those responsibilities in favor of relaxing.

Their arguments had failed to hold water very long as Sabé promptly cited the League’s own mandatory leave policies for the military. Set up as a way to maintain the mental health of their sapient troops, the League mandated a certain amount of R&R per deployed time. It could be overridden, in the case of long-lasting active operations. Even then, however, it was supposed to be the most desperate of measures, only taken as an option when it was physically impossible to rotate in new units and out old. Combat fatigue was near-literally murder on ground troops and naval personnel alike, causing major efficiency fall off if it was allowed to build up too much.

Since Izuku himself had championed that policy, it was a bit difficult to argue against it, and his weak attempt to defend by claiming the time spent doing politics between combat actions counted had gotten a stern look. After all, even Padmé wouldn’t hesitate to describe politics as more stressful for him than combat was. To be honest, she likely wouldn’t be able to convincingly state it was less stressful for her either, despite the fact she wasn’t really supposed to be in combat at all. The way Padmé reacted the few times she had been placed in that position had caused Sabé to joke more than once that her boss was secretly a reincarnated Mandalorian.

Personally, Izuku thought she was more likely a reincarnated Echani, if reincarnation existed, but that was a bit beside the point.

The point was that not taking a break to refresh was far more likely to cause their people harm by pushing through and being at less than their best when they were needed. Given they had a brief few days between the end of his recent political tour and when he needed to move forward to the take over the reinforcement fleet building up at Enarc, Sabé had successfully argued that not taking the time off would be actively malicious toward those they were responsible for. Padmé and Izuku had folded under the argument, though Padmé had attempted to rally by asking how they would manage to relax while so much was going on.

Sabé, predictably, had already had an answer in the form of having contacted Padmé’s family ahead of time and reserved the lake house for their exclusive use. Complete with newly installed security shields to ensure that they could have a ‘clothing optional’ vacation without anyone disturbing them. She’d then doubled down by challenging Izuku to set the policy on what clothing optional meant…while sitting in his lap wearing nothing but a thong, with Padmé wearing even less right next to him.

Which is how, in a fit of horny-inspired choices, there wasn’t a single article of clothing currently present in the lake house except for the transparent chastity belts that Sabé, Asora, and Eirtaé were currently wearing as they played. Admittedly, when his two-naked-lovers-induced naughty idea had been first suggested by him, he hadn’t expected the addition of the latter two women. He’d known, at least peripherally, that his personal assistant and Eirtaé had started dating some months back. Before the war started, in fact. Though it had been a casual and half long-distance thing by necessity at the time. Frankly, both of them seemed incredibly happy together, and he’d honestly enjoyed the second-hand happy buzz they’d managed to find for themselves among the background of war.

He hadn’t expected for Sabé to whisper the idea of Izuku’s fun weekend in Asora’s naughty green ear. Though if he had known she was going to do that, then he might have been able to predict his PA being delighted by the idea. Eirtaé was much more of a surprise, and had certainly been the one blushing up a storm at the start of the their little long weekend, but even she’d gotten into it pretty quickly. Which, he supposed, he might have been able to guess at if he’d be aware that both Asora and Eirtaé had gotten the same implant Padmé and Sabé had chosen. The one that let someone with the right digital key do fun things like induce pleasure, numb or enflame certain fun parts of anatomy, and either inhibit or instantly force orgasms.

An implant which, unknown to Izuku until Asora and Eirtaé showed up for the fun, could also be synced to others of the same model. Something the four women had done before donning the weekend uniform of ‘transparent chastity belts only.’ Which meant that, right this moment, anything Izuku did to Padmé’s intimate bits? The implants would do their dead level best to duplicate the sensations of on the other three women.

With all four implants pointedly locked down so they couldn’t be modified for seventy-two hours after their three-day vacation began, and all four chastity belts keyed to Izuku’s biometrics alone, what all four girls experienced was entirely in his hands for the weekend. Limits had been discussed, but for Asora it had basically been ‘none,’ which wasn’t too much of a surprise given her former profession. Eirtaé had blushingly asked ‘no anal please,’ and…that was about it. Personally, Izuku wasn’t quite sure he was comfortable with going past a certain point with either of them, but there was plenty he could do to help them enjoy their time short of that point.

Which is exactly what he had in mind as his hands ran farther down Padmé’s nude form, stopping for just a few long seconds to play with her pert ass. If he hadn’t already spent a good couple of minutes massaging it, the temptation to stay there longer would have been much stronger. As it was, however, he’d had his fill of almost every part of her body…save one. The bit that was dripping a puddle under her at this point, having been freed from the confines of her own copy of the chastity belt over twenty minutes ago, but having been left achingly untouched as he attended to the rest of her.

Given he’d spent the first day entirely teasing all four of them, this being their second, he wasn’t at all surprised by how enflamed her pussy was as he finally made contact with a feather light caress. Padmé shuddered at even that light touch, though the three in the water didn’t seem to notice just yet, not being quite as ‘primed’ as Padmé currently was. Still, that would likely change quickly, as Izuku began running a single finger through drooling lower lips with steadily increasing pressure.

It was Eirtaé who stumbled first, radiating a pulse of aroused surprise, one hand instinctively darting to the front of her chastity belt as she realized what was going on. Grinning, and not wanting the other two to catch on before he got to see their own reactions, Izuku switched from gentle caress…straight to two plunging fingers between those dripping folds. That got a lewd moan and near-orgasm out of Padmé, pushing her right to the edge but not quite over, even as Sabé and Asora both stumbled from where they’d been engaged in a moderately intense splash fight. Grinning, he upped the pressure and pleasure alike by beginning a slow pump of those two fingers, as fast as he could get away with without making Padmé instantly cum.

To his surprise, but not exactly dislike, Asora reacted by stumbling forward and dragging Sabé in for a kiss. Eirtaé, adorably, looked slightly put out by that, and was soon pulling her girlfriend away…to also kiss Sabé. Izuku was really going to have to ask just what the various handmaidens got up to in private, if that had been her first reaction. Asora, of course, only laughed, even as she wrapped her arms around Eirtaé from behind and began tugging at vulnerable nipples.

Two sets of them.

Snorting, Izuku shook his head and refocused. Withdraw his fingers got a whine from Padmé. At least right up until he began firmly diddling her clit instead, something which rapidly sent her over the edge, crying out her release even as the three girls in the lake waters all jolted in place and wisely headed for the shore. Pleased that he wouldn’t need to worry about accidently drowning them, Izuku grinned and shifted position. He had something rather bigger than a finger to bury between those drooling lower lips, and since he wasn’t wearing anything either, there was nothing to slow him down as he flipped Padmé over and did just that…

-Lemon Ends Here-

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- Enarc System – 112 Days into the Clone Wars –

Izuku had to admit, he felt refreshed as he looked over the fleet that had been waiting for him. Sabé had been quite correct to say that he’d needed a few days of fun to mentally reset, the state galaxy looking less dire to a fresh set of eyes. Still not good, and he could sense some deep and dangerous currents lurking in the Force, which he was entirely too unhappily convinced probably had something to do with the messages Aayla had sent along while they were relaxing. Those messages hadn’t been high enough priority to bypass the lockdown they’d had on message over the weekend, for the understandable reason that she and Celeste hadn’t yet found anything actionable by him or the League.

Still, she and Celeste seemed to be on top of dealing with this Dark Reaper threat, and he had obligations to see to regarding CIS South.

Admiral Sail’ada had done an admirable job in retaking Eriadu, as well as the string of worlds between it and Darkknell. Since Eriadu wanted to return to the Republic, having not willingly seceded in the first place, there hadn’t even been a need for ground forces after chasing off the CIS fleet and hammering the token forces they’d left on the ground. Not beyond the League intentionally bringing in a ‘shiny’ Clone Legion straight from Kamino, at any rate. Something done purely to show the flag and affirm for the locals that the League wasn’t trying to forcefully recruit them into their own faction.

The move onward to Sullust afterward had been slowed, until now, by the fact that the CIS has had managed to amass a heavy enough fleet to attack Sail’ada at Eriadu, forcing him onto defense for the most part. Though the Admiral had managed to keep up some offensive pressure by raiding the Trade Federation’s lommite mining operations on Dorvalla, and making a pointed example by crushing the CIS picket and orbital defenses of Bith. With Bith, at least, they’d refrained from doing additional damage to the orbital infrastructure. While they had willingly seceded and joined the CIS, the Bith were also mostly pacifists who were only supplying technology to the Confederacy, rather than people or arms.

Given the Bith had legitimate grievances with the Republic, correct handling there might see them joining up with the League in time. At least assuming a suitable border could be created to comply with the Kashyyyk Accords. Eriadu very obviously wasn’t going to switch sides, but Sanrafsix had already quietly applied for League membership, having proven quite responsive to the very unofficial campaign to convince them it was a good move.

League analysts were nearly certain that Omwat, Kabal and Xagobah would do the same, when the League got around to them in turn. Which would leave only the rather odd case of Triton between possible League holdings and Bith. That world, with an odd cult that reportedly practiced some sort of forced conscription of spacers passing through, and which hadn’t been part of the Republic, was one they might end up taking whether the local government was on board or not.

Shaking his head to rid himself of that rather impolitic thought, Izuku focused on the fleet that had been gathered to reinforce their offensive and take Sullust. It was an impressive amount of firepower, with half a dozen Miruko-class Star Dreadnaughts in addition to his own Miruko. It also, as it happened, included the first fruits of changes and upgrades made to the Dac shipyards. While most of what those shipyards were producing was being retained for the defense of Dac or sale to the Republic to help bolster fleets like Alderaan’s, a percentage of production had been set aside for the League.

Which meant that Izuku and Admiral Sail’ada were going to get to field test the first six new MC-80Ls, a model of the MC-80 that Dac had already been producing, upgraded with League technology. Including, as it happened, the same Particle Beam main cannon that was mounted on Paladins, and which the League was supplying a slightly lesser version of to Kuat Drive Yards as well. It would be interesting to see how the new design faired, compared to the tried and tested Paladins. But the numbers looked good, at least on paper. Particularly as League miniaturization of some hardware had allowed the Mon Calamari to squeeze in hangar space for nearly 200 fighters.

One hundred ninety-two, or sixteen squadrons worth, to be more precise.

Given that fighter engagements with those irritating vulture swarms were still the single biggest nuisance of the war, every little bit counted in that regard. So the 1,400 meter MC-80L managing to squeeze more fighters in than the significantly larger Paladin-class was a boon. Though, unfortunately, they wouldn’t be carrying any of the gunships that had proven so effective at helping pare down the Vultures. Still, one couldn’t have everything, and those gunships were hyper capable in their own right.

There was serious talk going around about removing them from the Paladins for more fighters, and just having the gunships tag along on their own. Though the decision hadn’t been made just yet, specifically due to the fact the gunships weren’t exactly comfortable for long-term habitation by crews. They’d be designed from the start to be either limited duration patrol ships or parasite complements for the Paladins and Mirukos.

Shaking off thoughts that were honestly better left to his military commanders anyway, Izuku perked up as his comm interrupted the general overview he’d been taking of the fleet.

“All fleet elements are reporting ready, Sovereign. We are ready to jump at your command.”

Nodding, despite knowing the woman couldn’t see it, Izuku responded with a suitable amount of gravitas, even if doing so still felt a little ridiculous to him, at times.

“Very well, Commodore Foraker. Get us underway. It’s time be poke the CIS in the eye again until they finally give us what we want.”

The Commodore, a female Dovaronian who’d proven extremely talented at creating imaginative tactical doctrine, snapped an ‘Aye, Aye’ and signed off. A moment later, the entire reinforcement fleet began to move. Within just a few days, the Battle for Sullust would begin…

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A/N 1: I don't know how long it will be before I can add another lemon in somewhere and have it make sense, so I shuffled one into the deck here. I also know quite a few people REALLY wanted to see Asora get involved with the group, at least a little, with some of the Horni Crowd wanting her and Eirtaé to have at least a little action with the group. I'm not going to make that a thing, really, as I prefer to focus on healthy long-term relationships, rather than flings. But I figured I could drift CLOSE enough to at least satisfy the Horni Crowd a bit, without actually making the pair a regular fixture, or creating a full-blown fling. Izuku thinking to himself that he wasn't quite comfortable taking it as far as the pair offered is meant to indicate this. That, despite the limits allowing for it, he didn't take them up on 'going all the way' as it were, over the weekend. However, I left it open to interpretation enough for the Hori Crowd to imagine it if they want ;-).

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