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"I don't see why I can't just go as I am!" Padme said, looking down at her elegant blue gown that flowed over the ample curves of her laden breast and swelling belly. The fabric that pooled at her feet was a pain to walk in, but it added a stunning elegance to her progressing pregnancy. A disguise was going to make her look like a fat shaak!

"Because you're going to have to negotiate the deal that smuggles Anakin and I into Separatist territory," Master Kenobi said. "Do you think Black Sun will negotiate with one of the most influential senators in the Republic, or use her as a hostage?"

"And it defeats the purpose of rescuing Senator Burail if all we're doing is trading you to the crime ring that helps us rescue him, doesn't it?" Anakin added with his same annoying sarcasm. The wink he gave her didn't serve to settle her nerves either!

Sighing in defeat, she nodded and hung her head. "Fine. I'll wear a disguise. It better not be a hutt or trandosian or anything!" She snapped, jabbing a finger at them.

Anakin held up his hands and shook his head. "No, nothing like that. We've got a good one for you. No one will ever recognize a pregnant wookiee."

"You must be joking!"

"Of course he is. You don't have the vocal cords to pass for a wookiee," Master Kenobi said.

Her glare silenced them both.

"Rex, where do I get made up?" she asked one of the clone troopers standing in the Jedi Temple's debriefing room with them.

"Right this way, ma'am." The white and blue clone turned, leading her out into the corridor.

*****

The short shuttle ride to the appointed skyhook was torture. She felt so exposed. The 'dress' they had given her to cover her light blue skin barely covered any of it! She had been given what was little more than a translucent red silk sash that made a figure eight behind her neck and draped down over her shoulders to cradle her ample bosom very little and 'cover' them. The outline of her dark blue peaks were clearly visible to anyone who was looking.

Her ample belly was fully exposed to the chilled Coruscant air, and her 'skirt' was another piece of translucent red fabric that may have passed for a skirt if it didn't simply loop through the gold clasps of her belt. The fabric itself reached the ground, but it was tucked into her belt and fed around between her legs to cover her butt and loop back over the top of her belt to complete the skirt! She wasn't even allowed to wear panties! Her skirt was her panties!

Reacting to the neural transceivers at their bases, her prosthetic lekku writhed and twitched in agitation. The shuttle ride had been uncomfortable, but striding from the landing pad to the lift to take her to the top of the skyhook was even worse. Everybody she passed, man and woman alike, turned to stare at her. She smiled seductively, playing the part she had practiced over the years ever since she was a girl at the Legislative Youth Program. All of the girls in her class had been taught how to seduce men into agreement when they reached the age of twelve, but even the "live-fire" exercise with Ian Lago was far less nerve-racking than this! Losing her virginity to pass the final exam was a walk on the beach compared to pretending she wanted any of the people she passed to get between her legs!

Her belly shifted and a little foot jabbed her in the ribs. She forced another smile and reached down to gently caress the dyed flesh of her enormous globe. I'm not enjoying this any more than you are, Luke! she thought in annoyance. She hadn't discussed it with Anakin yet, but she'd already taken to calling the baby by name, one she'd seen on the holonet and liked. If it was a boy. She was sure it was.

She took a breath and cast her eyes around the corridor she strode along. She had to stay focused. She had to get in character! If she was upset when the negotiations began, she would blow her cover, and both she and little Luke would be in danger! Finally she began to admire the dark plasteel architecture and the black and purple décor. Every dozen of meters or so, the insignia of the Black Sun syndicate was emblazoned on the amethyst rug her slippered feet trod upon, not to mention all of the windows she passed!

Beautiful flowers and other leafy plants she knew to be Falleen in origin stood in black vases trimmed in purple all along the corridor and their sweet aroma caressed her nose. It reminded her of spring back home, though there was another pungent odor she could not place. It was a delightful puzzle she attempted to solve every time she passed one of the large red flowers. Each time she approached one of them, she would inhaled deeply and the aroma would assault her senses. It made her weak in the knees and stirred a fire in her belly.

She remembered reading about Faleen flora and how many of the flowers produced an aphrodisiac scent. She never expected them to be so potent though! She truly hoped her silk 'skirt' wasn't growing moist. It'd show quite easily for all to see! On the other hand, she thought as she rounded a corner in the hallway and saw a door at the end guarded by two burly Nikto, it'll make it a lot easier to act comfortable and, well, Twi'lek.

As she came to a stop between the Nikto, she suppressed the sneer she felt rising as the two of them looked her near-nakedness over. "I'm here on appointment," she said simply and gave them both a lustful smile. It wasn't hard to fake that. All she wanted after walking through the skyhook's hallways was for her husband to get between her legs and ride her like Jar-Jar had when she'd convinced him to help with-...

Where did that come from? Focus, Padme! She blinked the sense back into her eyes and looked up to the Nikto guards. They were staring at her expectantly. By the Force, she'd missed something! "I'm sorry, I was... distracted. The baby's doing summersaults!" she lied with an embarrassed laugh.

"I asked you what your name was," the scaled man on her left asked.

"Oh, it's Skylina." She smiled and gave the guards a polite curtsey and an excellent view of her barely-contained breasts.

"Very well, you may go in and make yourself comfortable. The Prince will be right with you." The door between them slid open, revealing a lavish room with purple, red, and blue cushioned seats set all over with a large ornate fountain with a rather beautiful gold Mon Calimari woman in the center pouring water from a curled shell into the central pool. She stepped in, admiring similar sculptures all around the lavish room. And the view! This was easily the tallest Skyhook in eyesight!

The balcony overlooked the rest of The Capital, dwarfing other structures as it touched the highest reaches of atmosphere. Even midday as it was, the horizon looked as though they were coming upon twilight. How there was still breathable air at this altitude, she could only guess. An isolated atmosphere no doubt held in by force field or something similar.

"My dear, you look ravishing."

The unexpected male voice made her jump and she turned quickly to stare at one of the most attractive men she had ever seen. Her lekku quivered along her bare back and she smiled. Of course he's attractive. Falleen are supposed to be the most beautiful people in the galaxy. His gray-green skin stood out elegantly from the black and purples and blues and reds. The dark grey robe he wore brought out the green of his skin and the amazing yellows of his eyes.

She felt her knees go weak again, only then noticing the red flowers adorning the bases of all of the golden statues of nude women of every species. She licked her blue lips to clear her head and gave another low curtsey. "Prince Xizor," she said, "I am Skylina. It is an honor and a delight to make your acquaintance." Her voice shook, though not from any of the nervousness she had previously felt.

Xizor inclined his head politely and his long black topknot shifted against his back. "No, Skylina, the pleasure is all mine." He waved a taloned hand toward her and gave a soft smile. "When are you due?"

She smiled and lifted her hands to the globe of her belly and gently caressed her supple blue skin. "In another two months, give or take."

"That long? You appear as though you're ready to burst!" the Falleen crime prince said as he approached her. His eyes drank in more than her advancing pregnancy, she knew. Her body quivered at the idea not from annoyance, but pride. Even desire. Someone as powerful as he, who no doubt had another woman every night, was admiring her beauty, complimenting her despite her condition.

"That's what I have been told," she agreed with a shy smile. "My former master doesn't know I'm pregnant, though. I'd like it to stay that way." She hope he didn't inquire more. Black Sun was everywhere and she doubted her fabricated history would hold up to the crime prince's scrutiny.

He held his hands up and shook his head slowly. "Say no more, I will utter not a word on the matter." As his hands came down, she watched with bated breath as they came to rest against the side of her belly, although they were more so near her hips. "Now tell me, Skylina, what is it you came all the way here to ask me?"

She could feel the soft silks of his grey robe and his firm abs underneath rubbing against the soft skin of her belly. She gave a quivering breath and smiled. "I have friends, other former slaves I knew who wish to flee Republic space." She averted her gaze as Xizor leaned in close. "They wish for passage to Cestus. There they can use contacts they've acquired while they served our master to flee into the Outer Rim. Start a life for themselves."

"And what of you?" She could feel his lips brush against her ears and her knees nearly gave out. "Do you wish to go with them?"

"As you can see," she said as she reached to guide his hands more fully onto the swell of her belly, "I am in no condition to travel. And I have contacts on Coruscant who will keep me safe until-..."

His warm lips pressed against the soft skin of her neck and his hands began gliding up along her belly. She could only give a soft moan as she felt his palms brush aside the silk from her breast and cup the swells gently.

"And what do I get in return for this act of kindness?" he whispered against her collarbone.

She whimpered gently and turned to stare down at his descending lips. His skin had changed into a gray-orange tone and the smell from what she assumed was the flowers intensified. "I-I can give you one hundred thousand credits for the discrete passage and-..." she hissed and arched her back as his lips closed around the darkened peak of her breast.

"Money is inconsequential. I have money. What else can you offer that I do not yet have?" he asked as he lifted his lips form one of her peaks to the other. When he began suckling upon her other breast, she moaned deeply and the colors of the room began to swirl about her eyes.

"I can-... I don't-..." She lifted her hands to the back of his head and trailed her nails over his bald scalp. "I want..." She moaned, but the Falleen cut it off as he pressed his lips tightly to her own.

"Well?" he asked and stepped away from her. He strode toward the balcony and stopped beside one of the larger sofas. He rested his hand against the back and sighed exaggeratedly. "If you have nothing else to offer, then I have nothing to give you."

She stood and quivered. She tried to steel her resolve, but it was so hard. She stared at the back of his head for a moment and bit her lower lip. Her hands reached up and pulled the silk from her shoulders. She dropped it to the floor and began to approach him as slowly as she could. She wanted to run, to leap into his arms, to beg for the release she desperately needed. Instead, she stepped slowly and unclasped her belt with minor fumbling.

As she dropped it and her skirts to the floor, she reached her hands out to Prince Xizor's shoulders and began drawing his robe open. She pulled it away from his bare orange body and dropped it to the floor. Slowly he turned around and admired her nakedness again. Her knees nearly buckled. She barely caught herself and reached out to take his hands in her own. Slowly, she stepped back and laid herself down upon the soft red sofa.

As the Falleen laid himself gingerly along her body, she spread her toned blue legs and wrapped them around his orange waist. He wasted no time in reaching between them and guiding his impressive phallus to her dyed nethers.

She arched her back and moaned deeply as she felt his incredible girth press into her, stretching her more than she had been since... Stop thinking about Jar-Jar when you've got this-... she gasped loudly and audibly squealed when she felt Xizor's teeth and tongue toying at her nipples.

It didn't last as long as she would have liked. In order to press his hips against her own, Xizor straightened up and let his skilled fingers and firm palms pick up where his lips had left off. She pressed her hands over his own, trapping them against her breast as she felt the tip of his delightfully ridged length press firmly against the entrance to her womb and gave a lustful moan.

She blinked the colors from her eyes and stared up at the crime prince wantonly. She wanted him to go slow, she needed him to be gentle. She was not about to let him hurt her unborn child with a rough fucking. "Please..." Her mouth gaped, struggling to find the words.

"Shh, your body will be payment enough, my dear." He smiled hungrily and drew his hips back. Only when the head of his deliciously thick cock remained nestled within her did he ease himself back in until their hips pressed against one another. Each time he filled her body, she gave another deep moan and every time he pulled away, she felt painfully empty and filled only with the need for his body to press into her again.

Her lekku quivered in delight and her eyes rolled into her skull. "Please, Prince Xizor," she pled again. "Fuck me please! I need you to fuck me!" Her concern was slowly replaced with wanton desire, a lust only he could fulfill. She rocked her hips against his every thrust and answered his every withdraw with a needy gasp.

When she felt him pull away and felt the top of his dick slip free of her, she snapped to and stared up at him. Why was he pulling out of her? Why wasn't he fucking her anymore? Was her cover blown? Slowly she sat up with his help, then stood. She opened her mouth to question him when he gently turned her around and helped her to crawl back onto the sofa cushion. Finally understanding, she looked over her shoulder at him and spread her legs wide.

He knelt behind her and pressed himself into her once again. Every last centimeter of his cock filled her body and his hips slapped against her own audibly. She squealed with the quick penetration and looked over her shoulder at him. She licked her lips and rocked forward as he pulled back.

The Falleen crime prince abandoned all gentle touch with her. Leaning over her form, he set his hands to her shoulders and pressed her torso into the soft cushion. As he started fucking her with wild abandon, she rocked her hips back to meet his every thrust. Her loud cries and lustful moans only barely drowned out the slap-slap-slap of his hips against her rump.

"Harder! Fuck me harder!" she screamed as she lifted a hand over her belly to squeeze her laden breast.

As he plowed her twi'lek body, Xizor leaned over her and bit her shoulder hard. She gasped at the pain, but it wasn't enough to break the flesh. "There is one more thing I want, Skylina. I want one hundred thousand credits and I want your body."

She nodded as her form was rocked roughly against the soft cushion. "Yes! It's yours! Take my body!" she agreed without a second thought.

"After you've given birth, you'll come back to me." One of his hands slid along her body and pressed tightly against the swell of her tummy. "I'm going to give you another reason not to leave Coruscant in any kind of a hurry."

"Yes!" she agreed. "Give me a reason to stay!" she squealed as she felt his ridges sliding over her most sensitive spot, somewhere even Anakin had never been able to find. "I want you to knock me up!"

She felt his teeth scrape along her neck and nibble on her ear. "You're going to come back here every day until you give birth. Is that clear Senator? You can have a break to care for your child, but after that, you belong to me."

A part of her reeled at the fact he knew she was a senator. A part of her wanted to push him off and run for the door. She might make it back to the landing pad before they caught her.

"Yes, Prince Xizor!" she cried instead. "I belong to you!"

"Very good, Senator. I'll send your Jedi to Cestus right away."

"Thank you! Now fuck me, please! I want your cum!" she screamed. Her body convulsed and began milking his length. Her body exploded with a fire more intense than even Jar-Jar or Ian ever kindled, not to mention-...

She felt his length swell and erupt within her. The heat that coated her insides sent her over the edge again and she threw her head back. She cried out for all the Galaxy to hear as they shared the most powerful orgasm Padme had ever felt.

*****

When she came to her senses, she was staring up at the ceiling of her bedchamber. She sat up with a startled gasp. She looked down at herself and found the dye had been removed and she was dressed in her usual silvery night gown. She lifted her hands frantically to her hair and her blood ran cold. She didn't remember coming back, but... Oh no! Prince Xizor had known who she was! He'd known she was using him to get Jedi to Cestus!

He was still willing to do it for her... She chewed on her lower lip as she remembered the terms she had agreed to. She had to return to his tower every day until she gave birth to little Luke and then...

She shuddered and slowly laid herself back down. The bed was empty and the bedroom door was closed. Anakin was already gone. Had Xizor already sent he and Obi-wan away? She drew the covers about herself and sighed heavily.

*****

Prince Xizor of Black Sun stood in the center of the holorecorder with his arms crossed over his thick gray and purple robe that hung from the wide yoke about his shoulders. He stared at the shimmering blue hologram of the dark, hooded figure known as Sidious.

"Of course, I may have altered the deal a little from what we agreed."

"What!?" the hologram demanded. "I should kill you now for your insolence!"

His face betrayed no emotion, merely stared stoically at the overly large hologram before him. I would like to see you try, he thought, suddenly very curious how his Teras Kasi would hold up to a sith lord. "Do not fret. You will have your child. I told the Senator the price for transporting the Jedi into your little trap wasn't her first born, but something more... doable for a mother-to-be."

The hologram stared at him for several moments and Xizor could feel the shadowed eyes boring impatiently into him. It was a battle of wills, and the Falleen knew the sith weren't exactly known for their patience.

"Explain," Sidious demanded.

"The deal I offered was the sum of credits you promised me and her body. Every day between now and when she gives birth, she will report back to my tower. In disguise or not, it makes no difference to me. After she gives birth, I will let her tend her child for a time. Once the child is weaned, she is to come back to me. Permanently. You get your apprentice, I get another concubine."

"I see," Sidious considered thoughtfully. "Are you unhappy with the two I gave you already?"

Glancing to the nude Togruta and Mirialian standing nearby, Xizor shook his head slowly. "Not at all. I thoroughly enjoy them, though I'm sad to say the orange one likes fucking the green one more than she likes me fucking her. I'm really not sure whose baby Barriss is carrying." Again he glanced to the pair and eyed the Torguta's flaccid cock accusingly, if buy for an instant before the emotion vanished and his stoic gaze returned to the hologram.

"Good. Good..." Sidious gave a sneering smile. "I will allow you to decipher that puzzle then, Prince Xizor. Now, I must give Senator Amidala the unfortunate news that Obi-wan Kenobi and young Anakin Skywalker were tragically killed by Seperatists."

As the hologram flickered out of existence, Xizor turned to the round young women that rarely left his side and grinned. "Now, young Jedi, if you would be so kind as to accompany me to the dining room. I've got quite the appetite today."