Chapter 2 - Indulging in her new life

Features: Breast-feeding; lactation; pregnant sex; size-difference; creampie; interspecies; standing sex; and some politics talk

A black haired eryraan priestess bent over and let her mate suckle her swollen leaking breasts. The priestess barely kept her composure, her nude shapely body already wet with ardour. Birth did not rid her body of her desire for her tall robust beloved to fuck her hard and deep. He had been a frontline warrior during the invasion and was heavily wounded in battle. Yet, a healer's prognosis would not stop him from pinning her down and putting a child into her receptive womb.

He should be resting, but that didn't stop her lover from sucking on her massive breasts. She tried and failed to keep her voice down, thankfully their newborn daughter was sleeping soundly her cot. She'd taken personal charge of the last stage of her mate's healing, surging force energy into his battered body while nurturing him with her milk. Her graciously huge tits produced plenty of milk, enough so that she wouldn't have to worry about feeding her baby and her spouse.

She was all too eager to straddle her lover's hard meat, but she had a duty to attend to. Finishing her therapy, the priestess laid a kiss on his milk slathered lips. She quickly cleaned herself off and put on her thin robe to attend to her duties. The royal palace was large, even with much of it destroyed by the invasion, but it was no trouble for her to find her way to the royal bastion which was the king's personal quarters. The halls still bore holes and other signs of damage from the heavy fighting that had happened in the capital city.

Many months had passed since the eryraan of Telmoth had won their freedom. With the aid of the Republic's clone army and the knights of the Jedi Order, the system was liberated from the Separatist droid armies. But much work was needed to repair and rebuild the cities destroyed. Much land needed to be restored from bombardment campaigns. The people needed time to heal the wounds on their bodies and their minds.

However, the priestess had faith that the force would provide as it always had. The city was well underway to being restored to its former glory. Within a generation, the population loss from the war would be remedied. And Telmoth would heal under its young king, well protected by the disciplined and unwavering royal guard. Two of whom should be posted at the entrance to the royal study, but were absent. Her eyebrow twitching in annoyance and already hearing lewd moans from inside, she cursed as she entered.

She stepped into royal study to find the two royal guards very much distracted. The older of the two was pounding a blue skinned twilek from behind, his hands groping her enormous breasts, his lips latched onto hers as their tongues entangled. The younger of the two was seated on a table, his hands wrapped around a blushing human girl from naboo and pumping the handmaiden up and down on his cock. The priestess' focus went to the later as the former picked up the twilek, fucking her as he carried her out of the room.

The priestess shouldn't have been surprised, many had taken advantage of the new polygamy and concubinage allowances. She wasn't disappointed to see the newly matured eryraan fucking the naboo handmaiden sent to aid with reconstruction. Or that his mate was resting from a recent hard fucking herself despite being heavily pregnant. The problem was that the youth was the king's esquire and he'd abandoned his post to do so and that negligence could not be allowed to continue.

“Give it to her...” The pregnant eryraan encouraged her mate, blushing from the site of the brunette handmaiden bouncing up and down on his lap. “Fatten her with children...just like me...”

“you already...” The handmaiden cried out in climax, the esquire roaring when he started to spurt into her. “Never...mind...”

“Esquire!” The young man looked over at the priestess startled and embarrassed. “What are you doing?”

The esquire looked down at his lover and the handmaiden. “Sowing my oats?”

“You are the King's esquire!” The priestess rebuked the youth, his mate crawling over to suck on the large phallus pulled out of the petite human's gaping vagina. “If you want to co-populate, then do so when not on duty!”

“Leave him alone! It was my idea!” The esquire's spouse spoke in his defense, milk splashing out from her lactating breasts. “If he just...was with me...it would go to waste since I'm already with child.”

Not disagreeing with her logic, the priestess remained sharp. “Nonetheless, there is a time and place for these things. And your spouse is on duty to defend the king!”

“He...he dismissed me...” The youth complained, still holding the handmaiden to him, his cock still pumping semen into his lover's mouth. The handmaiden exhaling heavily as semen dripped from her stretched snatch. “Whenever I hear them...I get hard and...they...help me...”

“He has been spending much time with Offee lately.” The priestess admitted. In public, they were a cute and mutually wise and compassionate couple to the people. In private, they often indulged in their baser passions for one another. While love was not considered wrong among the eryraan, their culture warned against mindless indulgences in their passions. 

A warning that was sometimes ignored.

Not that this always led to the dark side.

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“You...made me...like this...” Barriss moaned, the cheeks of her bouncing ass being clapped by her king. The ex-jedi was on all fours, bucking back to meet the thrusts of her king. He pumped his massive cock deep into her squeezing cunt, but the climaxing mirialan “Now take responsibility and fuck me properly!”

As he fucked her faster and deeper, the king leaned over to kiss the mirialan. The king's tongue licked her lips, forcing their way into her mouth to clean her submissive tongue. His hands caressed her swollen abdomen, bloated with the offspring that would soon be born. Then they found her swinging enlarged breasts and lightly groped them, thick milk spurting out of her sensitive nipples and spraying onto the liquid-proof sheets. Her enlarged fat ass bounced each time it smacked back against his crotch. 

Rebuilding Telmoth after its liberation had been hard for the young king. Barriss had assisted him in every way, especially by using her body to satisfy him multiple times a day. Her sweet spot being churned within her melting pussy as he pumped into her and used her as a personal fuck-hole. Enduring their pleasure exhausted the ex-jedi and brought her to the edge of unconsciousness. She enjoyed shaking and squirming under his hold, her king consistently pushing himself deeper inside, penetrating her cervix and flooding her womb. Her king's stamina dwarfed her own, some nights saw her as a living fuckhole being pounded and bloated with semen and she loved it.

Both had known that pregnancy wasn't a matter of if but simply when. The wet and willing ex-jedi did not dispute or fight this, she choose this. Her mate would have been content if she wanted to wait a few years and get settled into her new home. But this was part of the new life she had chosen, she would commit to being a mother. A royal concubine or paramour to birth future kings and queens, destined to inherit the strength in the force which both their father and mother held. 

The king had worried about hurting Barriss or the baby, but she eagerly reassured him. Her growing uterus was well protected from his monstrous length, nothing he did to her pussy would hurt their child. He was free to ravage her pussy all he wanted with his full size and strength. Mirialan flexibility applied to her internals as well and months of being plowed had allowed her body to get fully used to the king's cock even while carrying his growing offspring. She hoped that she would, she didn't plan for this to be her only pregnancy.

Pregnancy had made her engorged pussy wetter, more than lubricated enough for her beloved's girth and her windblown hormones left her constantly horny. She could compose herself for most of the day, but she didn't resist a quick fuck to tithe her until later. Erratic hormones and increased blood flow made it easier for her to climax. Oddly, the afterglow from constant fucking had kept her calm during the last stages of her pregnancy. 

At times, she looked in the mirror at her changing vulgar and fattening body and cry. Whether from joy or embarrassment, her king assure her lovingly that she was beautiful. Then act on it by pinning down and fucking her erotic body, his desire for her only growing. She in turn had become more lewd and masochistic, demanding to be bred hard, her hormones throwing her serene reserved demeanor into forgotten memory.

Here was she was now being fucked from behind like a bitch in the heat. It was like her mind had forgotten that the purpose of her hormones were fulfilled. Yet, here she was swinging back her lower body and stroking her king's cock with her wet dripping cunt. Milking creampie after creampie out of the king's massive swinging churning balls, drooling from her shrieking mouth.

The king had turned beastial, sweat dripping down his mane and hair, thrusting his burning steel-hard meat rod into her pussy. His fat cock always found the tender lips of Barriss' pussy deliciously tender as they spread and clamped onto his length. He shoved his cock deep into his mate, massaging her buttocks and her big belly. Barriss' whole body was so sensitive like an erogenous zone, a light touch could send her into climax.

“Barriss!” He shoved his crotch against her ass one more time and roared, jets of gooey semen spraying into her vagina. Barriss threw back her head and screamed, milk spraying out of her nipples as the grunting eryraan held her to him. He grabbed her breasts, having grown into enormous heavy mounds, they overflowed in his grasp. He lapped his tongue over her lacting tits, pulling her breasts into his mouth to suck and drink her milk. All while her cunt continued to milk his baby batter out of his ejaculating fat cock. 

“Drink it all...there's plenty there...” Barriss muttered, milk spilling down her tits. Some dripped out her king's mouth as he suckled, staining his mane considerably. There was one side effect to Barriss' interspecies copopulation, she was genetically overwhelmed by her king's essence. Eryraan females had adapted alongside their males to satiate the desires of their mates without losing their minds. But Barriss' mirialan physiology had become addicted to her lover's musk and touch. It would still take time for her to adjust her own mind to discipline her own passions.

But in the moment, she was a junkie swimming in a pool of desire. She craved the feeling of being stuffed and gouged open by her king's cock. She loved feeling her insides get washed white while her belly bulged with offspring. Her king lied onto his back with Barriss lying on top facing the ceiling. Kissing her neck, her king grabbed her hips to lift up her lower body and line up her pussy with his erect rod. She loved the anticipation of getting impaled, of having her smaller body bred by a stronger and larger male.

“Go on...put it back in...yeah...” Barriss said obscenely, feeling an orgasm rock her body as she was slowly penetrated again. The tender lips of her pussy swallowed his penis, stretching widely to accommodate for his invading girth. Barriss screamed as it slipped further into her insides. Her king's rugged hands squeezed her breasts, milk leaking heavily and permeating on both of their bodies. The sound of his balls slapping onto her echoed in the chamber, Barriss keeping her legs spread to help more of her king's cock skewer her.

“I thought...I...heard the comm...” Barriss looked over to her communicator and saw that she'd missed a call. She'd been so entranced in her passions that she didn't register hearing it. Whoever it was, it could wait a little while longer, Barriss was too entranced with being her beloved's fuck-hole to stop now. Her king was fucking her hard now, his thrusts getting faster as he kept squeezing her lactating breasts with his rough hands, his tongue licking up her neck and face.

“My king...” His esquire's spouse called into the room. “The priestess is here to speak to you.”

“Tell her to go away!” The king roared, pumping away at his mate's cunt, mixing up her insides with his hard meat. “I'm busy!”

“She says it is urgent!” The esquire apologetically replied. “She will break into the room if she must.”

The two lovers looked to each other, knowing they'd lose this fight. “Thirty minutes! She'll wait until then.”

There was no answer from outside, leaving the king free to accelerate his fucking. He began to pound away at a moaning and squirming Barriss fast, deep and hard. He figured that he would be occupied with the priestess for a long while and wanted to make the most of his time with his pregnant lover now. 

“Fill me up...” Barriss begged, her king hilting fully into her as he orgasmed with a roar. He stayed inside of her for several moments, letting torrent after torrent of seed splash into her pussy. He struggled to pull out from the trembling mirialan, his cock getting unstuck with a loud pop as he caressed and kissed his queen.

“I doubt that this could be important.” Her king mused, licking Barriss leaking breast again, unable to stop his craving for her body. “All the same, I'll make it up to you when I return.”

“Come back soon...” Barriss mumbled giggling and blushing, packed semen leaking out of her sore snatch. The king gave her a lingering kiss before he walked over to his discarded robes.

“I'll try.” The king sighed, not eager to speak to the good-hearted, but overbearing priestess.

“You better come back soon...” Flushed and her emotions high-wired, Barriss caressed her massive belly and fingered her gaping vagina. Her big belly stopped her from bending down and eating herself out. She held no shame for the life she had chosen, but she knew her master would be shocked at how her old padawan had changed. All that remained of her old jedi identity was her lightsaber, her compassion, her lifelong training, her healing ability and her occasional meditation.

Still, she had gotten back into the habit once her pregnancy progressed. When she was wasn't among the people of Telmoth or getting fucked by her king, she took a few moments to meditate and let the force rejuvenate herself and flow to her child. She also took apart her lightsaber to methodically put it back together as her master had taught her. Technically, she was supposed to return the lightsaber, but since the Order never asked then she saw no reason to not keep it. Besides, her child would certainly be force sensitive and may inherit it if the child desired to follow the jedi path.

After an hour of meditation, Barriss threw on a fur robe and went to her communicator. When she recognized the coordinates of who had called her, she immediately ran to the privy to rinse off her face and body. She may not be a jedi, but she could still be presentable when contacting old friends. She ran back to the comm and decided to contact that individual. 

“For a minute I didn't think you'd call back.” 

“Ahsoka?” Barriss beamed when she recognized her best friend's holo-image. “Ahsoka! How are you?”

“Still stuck on Mandalore managing the power transition.” The Togruta Jedi knight explained with weariness. Her eyes beaming when she noticed Barriss' change. “Wow...congratulations. When are you due?”

“Next month.” Barriss said her smile beaming. “I love my child already, but I'm eager to get him or her out of me. Anyway, what is going with the power transition?”

“The Mandos are setting up a tournament to choose the next Mandalore. The 332nd and I are here to make sure fighting doesn't break out before then.” Ahsoka elaborated. “There's still loyalist holdouts after Maul disappeared and many remember that Bo-Kotan had worked for Death Watch and the Separatists. And whether or not Mandalore joins the Republic depends on who wins.”

“That sounds fun.” Barriss quipped, sitting up with a smile. “I heard about an attack on Coruscant? What happened?”

“That's a long story...” Ahsoka replied. “But the short version is that Chancellor Palpatine was a sith lord.”

“Palpatine was a sith lord?” Barriss repeated in shock. She knew that the Republic had been corrupted, but the idea of a sith lord being the chancellor was terrifying. After a second of consideration, it all made sense. “The one behind the war?”

“The Sith Lord...Sidious. Thankfully, Anakin struck him down before he sprang his plan.” Ahsoka sighed in relief. “If not, he would've turned our own troops against us. Can you imagine how that would have gone?”

“Many jedi would have died.” Barriss chuckled, relieved at the bullet she'd have dodged and that the jedi just dodged. “Where is Palpatine now?”

“Stripped of his connection to the Force, cast down from power and awaiting sentencing.” Ahsoka answered cheerfully. “With Palpatine's secret out and Dooku killed, most separatists have been sewing for peace and most of the separatist leaders have deserted or gone underground.”

“Then the war is over?”

“The details are being hashed out by Chancellor Amidala, but yeah.” Ahsoka confirmed. “A lot of changes are about to happen. Especially with the Jedi Order, many believe its time for change. One of those being that jedi will be allowed to marry and have families.”

“Interesting.” Barriss said chuckling, rubbing her enlarged belly. 

“Anakin embraced that one...or...he already had...”

“Chancellor Amidala?”

“Chancellor Amidala.” Ahsoka wasn't surprised that Barriss guessed rightly. “The Council is also offering for Jedi who resigned before and during the war to be welcomed back into the order. At least if they didn't fall to the dark side or do anything traitorous. You interested?”

“I will need to think about that.” Barriss answered her dear friend. The council's offer made sense, both to give some exiles and outcasts a chance to return and help rebuild the galaxy. Many jedi had died during the war and it would take time to train new padawans to knighthood to make up the losses. 

“I'm just carrying forward the message. The choice is yours.” Ahsoka said with a shrug. “Just keep in touch more, I haven't heard from you in months.”

“I will try to do better. I promise.” Barriss said and quickly adjusted the communicator. Otherwise, Ahsoka would have seen her king's strong hands grab and spread her ass. “Listen, Ahsoka I need to get going. But please call anytime and give Master Luminara my regards.”

If Ahsoka could read Barriss' expression, she didn't do anything, but smirk. “Will do. If I get a chance to visit, I'll warn you ahead of time. See ya!” With that, the communication ended. Barriss was now free to devote her attention to the returned king. Now all too happy lap up the folds of her thick swollen labium. He slurped on her squishy slit, licking over the folds of her soft and delicious pussy.

“Didn't take as long as I feared.” Her king explained between eating out Barriss' pink and tender cunt. “She was lecturing me about taking another mate to make sure the royal line is secured.”

“I wouldn't mind...if I could play too...” Barriss purred, grabbing the bed sheets and shaking her lower body. Rubbing her ass in her beloved's hairy face, trembling when he nibbled and pulled on her vaginal lips. “You are...a lot...sharing would give me a bit of a break...”

“Thank you, but one woman is enough for me. You are all that I need.” Barriss' eyes went teary from her king's words, whether from hormones or heart-strings. His tongue dug deep into her snatch, wriggling and twisting to slap on every one of her sweet spots. Drinking up her pussy juices as she slowly climaxed. “Unless...you don't want more-”

“As soon as this one is out, you are putting another one in me and that is that!” Barriss shouted eagerly, having already committed herself to being his personal breeding sow for the rest of her life. “And I will help you pick out another mate and we'll fuck her together till she's as fat as I am!”

“I'll think about it.You're pregnant, not fat.” Her king laughed.

Growling, Barriss set herself up on all fours and waved her ass in his face again. “Shut up and fuck me.” Her king grabbed Barriss wide hips and slid her pussy down his length. Facing away from him, she was hilted onto his cock, grunting and moaning from the sensation she'd come to crave. His hands grabbed her breasts and squeezed, jets of milk spraying onto her body.

“If you want to go back, you'll have my support. We haven't had a jedi watchman in generations.” Her king whispered as he started off pounding her fast and deep, Barriss already slobbering and on the verge of being overwhelmed again. “Jedi or not, you're still mine.”

“I'll think about that later...fuck me now...” Barriss whined as her king kept pumping into her. Licking her breasts to taste the sweet milk dripping out of her nipples...

Two days later, Barriss gave birth to triplets, 2 boys and a girl. 

She named the girl Ahsoka in honor of her best friend...

Barriss was pregnant again within a few short weeks...