"Oh, Force," Anakin moaned as he tried to squirm off Agen Kolar's cock.
"Stay still," Agen hissed and pushed Anakin onto the carpet.
Anakin sighed and stared at the ceiling. For his first time getting knotted by a Zabrak, this had gone surprisingly well, but the whole post-sex waiting for the knot to go down bit was honestly boring. He pillowed his head on his hands and contemplated the taste of Nautolan semen versus Human. Iktotchi reproduction apparently didn't involve the males squirting anything.
"Did it work?" Kit Fisto asked from somewhere to Anakin's left.
The Chancellor's desk blocked Anakin's view, but he thought he caught Mace Windu's naked form striding to a corner. "Seems so."
Anakin tried to remember what they'd been trying to do – beyond have sex – in his post-orgasmic fugue state when the doors slammed open. "Halt!" Commander Fox yelled. Anakin twitched, trying to get up, but only ended up clenching around Agen's knot and making both of them moan.
"What the kriff?" one the men Fox had brought said. Anakin craned his head. Oh kriff, it was Appo, in 501st blue. He was never living this down. "Uh. Hi, General?"
"Hi," Anakin said. "I'm a bit preoccupied at the moment."
"We received an automated life sign distress call from the Chancellor," Fox said. "Where is he?"
"Over here," Mace Windu said and rose, still naked. "I'm afraid he's died."
Fox groaned. "What happened?"
"What does it look like?" Saesee Tiin asked. He, unlike everyone else, had tossed on a robe, though Anakin supposed he and Agen Kolar were excused due to still being locked together.
"An orgy?" Appo offered, determinedly not looking at Anakin. Anakin would have to give him a commendation.
Kit Fisto, too, tossed on a robe, though he didn't even bother trying to belt it so he ended up looking sexier than he had naked. The third clone trooper Fox had brought – some member of the Coruscant Guard whose name Anakin didn't know – was distracted ogling him.
"That's one hell of a way to go," Fox said. "I, uh, need to call a coroner, but maybe you should put clothes on."
"We shall take that under advisement," Mace replied. "I assume you want the body?"
"Larix, go make the call."
The trooper who'd been ogling Kit jerked to attention and brought his comm out. Anakin tuned out the ensuing conversation and didn't pay much attention to the Senate medical staff who very briefly interviewed the three Jedi Masters who were not currently locked balls-deep inside anyone and took the corpse.
"Do knots usually last this long?" Anakin asked once the doors had closed.
"No," Agens said. "Stop squirming."
Anakin squirmed. "But-"
Agen whined and shuddered. His hips jerked forward, and Anakin could feel his knot grow with another orgasm. Anakin resigned himself to an even longer wait.
Looking back, Anakin hadn't intended to participate in any orgies – or even to get laid – when he'd walked into the Chancellor's office. When the Force had insisted he join the orgy in progress, he'd complied, of course, but he didn't really understand why a good chunk of the Council had been naked and fripping in the Chancellor's office, especially after Anakin had told them the Chancellor was a Sith.
"What happened here?" Anakin asked.
"You walked into a Force ritual," Mace said. He was still walking around naked, now with cleaning rags in his hands and what was probably Anakin's semen running down his thigh. He dropped a cleaning rag on Anakin. "Wipe yourself down."
"Don't move," Agen hissed. Anakin did his best to freeze.
"We considered the best way to deal with Darth Sidious on the way over, and settled upon an old Force ritual," Kit explained. "It had several benefits, like only killing off dark siders, so that if Palpatine had, say, been manipulated into calling himself a Sith he would've been fine."
"So it just kills any Sith in the orgy's vicinity?" Anakin was about to ask why they hadn't used it to deal with Dooku, but then thought better of it. He wouldn't have wanted to frip anyone with Dooku present; no doubt it extended to other Jedi.
"Yes," Mace said as he scrubbed a suspicious stain off the desk. Probably from when he'd bent Kit over it.
"There is another effect," Saesee added. "The residual Force energy manifests as a child."
Anakin looked around him but didn't see any kids. "How does that happen?"
"Congratulations, you're pregnant," Mace said.
"I- What???"
"I told you to stay in the Council chambers." Mace finished the first stain and moved to another one.
Anakin was not quite ready to believe him, so he gently reached out with the Force and confirmed that yes, there was something happening in his abdomen. Oh kriff. Padmé was going to kill him.