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The Lusts of Leia	By : sexdottxt Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 3304 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The next day, Leia was on the senate floor once again. Everyone there assembled and took their positions. It had been an everyday enough notion that even with the heated exchange between her Fey’yla, the two simply walked past each other as if they were strangers. As it always had been, as it always would be. That was the nature of politics.
But even with how dispassionate this profession required one to be, there was one senator who she did smile at. Del Veniz, the young senator who she had tempted so many years ago on a ship only to have him shy away from his senior’s advances and left her so horny that she needed to find solace in Winter’s arms, had not escaped her attention since. He was rising up in the senate, as were so many like him. It was her duty and responsibility to teach him and other senators to stray far away from the trappings of the corrupt imperial senate of the Galactic Empire.
But he remained her favorite. Once as she was resting in her apartment after another long day and looked out the window down on the streets of Coruscant, she saw him shirtless on an evening run on the streets. The rest of him was just as pretty as his face, his torso was built, muscular biceps and triceps and full pectoral muscles. She just stared at him without a concern in the world for being found out, ogling him like she was some teenage girl with her crush. To her benefit, he never once caught her staring at him. She put her face in her hands and just stared happily.
And there was another reason she liked him too. As he had learned from her, she intended for him to become the next senator for Alderaan in her place and push for their people to relocate to a new planet to settle upon. She had taught him well and they had each other’s trust.
Yet in the senate, one had to watch one’s friends. In recent times, she had not failed to notice Fey'yla talking to shady figures on the streets of Coruscant and even in the main senate building. There was nothing strictly illegal about it, people were allowed to associate with who they chose. But it did give her pause for alarm. More than a few times as she was leaving, she had noticed the Bothan senator glaring right at her before returning to confer with his shadowy associates. If he wished to have his choice of friends, then that would mean that Leia would have to be that much more cautious. She had no idea who was watching her.
Even if it was one's own selected heir. After the current assembly, Leia and Del Veniz walked out of the chambers together to discuss things in her own private suite at a high class Coruscanti restaurant she was used to going to. Away from the watchful eyes of Borsk Fey’yla and the other corrupt senators who were part of the New Republic solely for their own gain as opposed to the justice of the movement. There she could talk things over about her concerns with the future of the New Republic and what decisions would be advantageous for the both of them.
Leia returned to her room in her palace on Coruscant where she and Han had made love earlier. She realized if she wanted to snare a potential fly in her web, then she would have to go the extra mile. There were many aspects to diplomacy beyond knowing how to talk. And that involved seduction.
The princess had come appropriately dressed for the occasion. Her makeup was done perfectly, her lips coated in red lipstick were plump and kissable, and her long hair was styled in single bun with two braids looping around it. A red long sleeved dress that came right down to her ankles. Elegant to be sure. But it was so tight that it clung to every curve of her body and the front was low cut too, giving a very generous look into her cleavage. The patrons there all turned their heads to look at her, not realizing it was Leia at first. As soon as they did realize it was her, their attention was even more captivated.
At that point, Leia was famous for so many things. From her infamy in bringing down the empire as part of the Rebel Alliance to the revelation that she was Darth Vader’s daughter, and her political acumen was no small part of it too, she was a constant figure in the news coverage of the New Republic. Yet the press could never in a million years begin to shut up about her beauty, and even in her most fiery speeches which denounced the Imperial Remnant and called for stricter measures to fight the various crime lords still menacing the galaxy, whether it was what remained of Black Sun, the Zann Consortium, or the all too constant presence of the Hutts, the remarks about what she was wearing and what her hairstyle was were far more prevalent than anything she actually said. As she sat down at her table, she knew it would be much the same.
She had long grown used to it. She knew she’d be a fool to expect anything otherwise here. But right now, she had a reason for dressing so scandalously. Namely, for her new favorite senator.
She had groomed him as her successor in the coming senate. However in the current political arena, she still could not be sure where his loyalties lie. Whether he was still firmly ready to carry out her interests, had fallen in line with Fey’yla in secret, or even on the payroll of the nascent crime lords in the galaxy. She had to know. And with him being such a young man, she knew that there were ways to get it out of him where ordinary methods of persuasion would not.
As they went into her private room, she shut the door behind her. They made their orders and the server left them, leaving them alone in perfect privacy. Leia smiled as sweetly as could be. Anyone familiar with her as a dear friend would know the meaning in that grin. It was not genuine, and something she would do to pose. But she had also learned that it was useful in getting what she wanted.
“This is a bit on the up and up, huh?” he said. “Letting me dine with you in your own private suite!”
“But it is better than dining in public, don’t you think?” she said. She cupped her head in her hands to get a better look at him and smiled sweetly.
Whoa, he thought to himself. He looked away nervously. He was aware of his natural good looks, had gotten passes from not only human women but ladies of other species too. Twi’lek, Zeltron, even Cathars and Rodians. He was by no means a ladies’ man, and found himself tongue tied more than a few times. The idea of being in a nightclub made him blush. He also did not scare easily, and had been very happy to return the advances of a select few. But the way Leia was looking at him now made him feel like a little boy who had never known a woman’s touch all over again.
If he had known about her naughty little fantasies about him he probably would have had a heart attack on the spot.
“Well I think I should order…” he started.
“Being the junior of a famous hero and senator has it’s perks I think,” Leia said, cutting him off. “You were chosen for a reason. I think that you should bask in all the privilege that comes with such a position. Pick something nice.”
“A-alright…”
They ordered their meals together. Being of such high quality, they both knew it would be awhile before their food arrived. Leia had not stopped looking all lovey dovey at him. He had to look away from her. The expression on her face was strangely childlike, no one would think that she was almost thirty or had been a hardened warrior on the frontlines of the Rebel Alliance. Let alone one of the survivors of Alderaan and Darth Vader's only daughter. And then there were her tits practically spilling out of her dress.
“How have you found your current duties so far?” Leia said.
He forgot his bashfulness. There was still business to be done. He looked up at her, ignoring her more than friendly smile. Somehow managed to keep his gaze looking into her eyes as opposed to her cleavage tempting him to stare right at it. “Good so far,” he said, his voice cracking a bit.
“Good?” She leaned in a little closer so her cleavage was that much more accessible to his eyes. “So do you think you’re ready to inherit the reins from me?”
“I mean...of course not. I’m sure there’s still a lot I have to learn.” He was trying not to stare into the all too enticing sight of her breasts.
That’s true for us both, Leia thought to herself. What are you hiding from me I wonder.
“But you have made a lot of progress,” she said. “I’m sure that in time, you will find the prospect of my job easier than I do.” She giggled like a little girl. “Of course, that doesn’t say much, now does it? It is quite a handful for me even on my best days!” She casually held her arms up and stretched out like she wasn’t at a formal business meeting. While she was doing so, her full tits became that much more exposed to his eyes. The whole time she was stretching out, her nipples almost slipped free of the confines of that dress and became visible to his eyes.
He was definitely staring then. He caught himself just in time to look away. But Leia had noticed him doing it. She smiled, proud of how alluring she could be as well as how much she knew she was getting under his skin. Maybe this undercover little route of figuring him out would go easier than she expected.
“Do you think you are ready to inherit the reins from me?” she asked bluntly.
“Well um...I’m sure there’s still a lot I have left to learn.”
“I hope I’m not keeping you from advancing further in your education. I know you’re my protege, but there’s other senators you should be taking advice from too.”
“Like who?”
“I want you to decide that one for yourself.” The clannishness of the current senate was an open secret, not only in terms of factions but also in terms of individuals. You could never be certain of who you could trust.
It was terrifying in the imperial order with the Emperor’s shadow looming over them, like being in a chamber with your executioner at all times, knowing you could die at any time but not sure when. In this uncertain time, it was wild and chaotic like being in the jungles of Kashyyk. Either her protege was already taking advice from other corrupt senators, or he would be soon. That little push might hasten things towards her favor and make him that much easier to track. Politics was a battlefield as much as any other, and she knew how to play. Keeping an eye on your friends was important. That way you would know if they were really your friends. And if he was going to turn, then she intended to use him to find out whatever other snakes were lying in wait.
They didn’t speak of anything else after that. Both from her natural talent in the force being Vader’s daughter and from what little Luke had taught her, she could sense his emotions going haywire. Could feel his conflicted loyalties. An elementary trick for aspiring Jedi and a natural trick you learned being in politics. It wasn’t long before her dinner arrived.
They dined without saying much either. He was looking away from her, trying not to be distracted by her luscious assets. Leia on the other hand kept a close eye on him in between every mouthful of her food. Wanted to make sure he wasn’t secretly contacting anyone. To his credit, he did not. She appropriately enough, did not waver in keeping her eyes on him.
When they were finished, Leia smiled at him. As they stood up, she approached him and cupped his cheek. He looked at her in alarm but then she turned his face to the side and kissed him on the cheek. He blushed on the spot, not just from feeling her lips on him, but what she meant by it. He could feel the wetness of her lipstick on his skin, felt her press her lips deeper on his cheek, and then ever so slightly drag them. When she moved back, she was smiling right at him. Blushing beet red, he looked away from her beautiful and proud face, saw her ridiculous cleavage, and then looked away from that too.
Leia did not look away. That kiss left a perfect lip print on his face, along with the little lines. Just another way of hooking her claws into him.
Leia did not look away. That kiss left a perfect lip print on his face, along with the little lines. Her usual kisses had been fast and passionate, not slow and seductive. Looking at him, she could tell by the way he was fidgeting that it messed him up. Looking down, she saw the slightest impression of a wood forming in his pants. Just another way of hooking her claws into him.
The two left her private suite, her smiling all the while. She even called him a ride on Coruscant back to his apartment. It was a nice enough gesture. But it was also part of her plan. The vehicle had been bugged and the driver was tasked specifically to ask him revealing questions. Now she would know where his true loyalties truly lie.
If he really was in the employ of the Bothan senator or worse, then that private meeting she arranged between them had gotten the attention of many in the galaxy at large. She knew there were eyes on her on all the different planets in the various star systems. There were far more here on Coruscant. She wasn't looking in any particular direction so as to give off the impression she was being aloof.
But if the people wanted to talk, let them. She knew that all of her actions in the senate were scrutinized down to the tone she would take. She would give them one hell of a show.
Smiling confidently to herself, she held her arms behind her head, forcing her breasts to stand out against the tightness of her dress. She saw the heads of a whole lot of people turn at that, saw them staring, heard a whole lot of hooting and hollering, and knew the galaxy was watching this one good. Grinning, she winked and blew a kiss to them before making her way back to her room in her palace.
She openly laughed after having done that. After dealing with the jeers of her fellow senators, that kind of attention was exactly what she needed. And it was a bit of a stealth move too. She could imagine the headlines. “Leia Organa talks a good game, but at the end of the day she's just a dumb bimbo!” “Leia Organa gives the galaxy a good show!” “What is Leia Organa really doing?”
Let them talk, she thought to herself. Doing something like that in the good old days would have invited death, the echelons of the empire was not a place for fools. There were always people vying for your seat by any means necessary. Here, I can look the part of a bimbo and have the mind of a tactician.
She pored over her datapad in the privacy of her bedroom. Han was not present, having left for a conference with his fellow officers in the New Republic army. She knew by the time she reached her room that her apprentice senator had already reached his own residence. But she would listen to the conversation held. Here, without anyone looking at her, with no outside noise drowning out their voices, she would know every word.
Del Veniz was sitting comfortably in the back seat. He actually rested his hands behind his head like he accomplished something great. The driver, a male Devaronian, watched him through the rear view mirrow and smiled a toothy grin at him. He was trying to rub out that kiss mark, but the stain was still there.
“So how has your day been?” asked the driver.
“Oh um...good enough,” said Del Veniz.
“And how about your night?” He chuckled a bit.
“The same.”
“That was just good enough? I saw you walking out with Leia Organa. Is it true what they're saying?”
There was silence. Then, “Well, what are they saying?”
“That you had dinner with her.”
“Well, we're both from Alderaan and she is my mentor in the senate. It was a business meeting.”
“A business meeting!” He laughed. “What kind of business?”
“Well uh...”
“Saw that little number she was wearing too. You lucky boy!” He laughed.
“It's not like that!”
“Oh, then what is it like? I hope her brother or General Solo don't get any ideas.”
“They'll be committing a crime. Because we haven't done anything.”
“If you say so. So how close are you too, anyway?”
“I'm telling you, it's nothing like that!”
The Devaronian driver's expression straightened up. “I think what I should be asking is, how long before you flip things on her? Word is that Leia has lots of people aiming their blasters at her back. I wouldn't blame you if you decided to jump ship. The way I see it, it's good to be smart as it is to be loyal.”
“Well...” He paused and said nothing.
“So there is something else, huh?”
“I am loyal to Alderaan first and foremost. Our homeworld was destroyed. But it lives on in the hearts of us, the people.”
“Well said.”
“Leia Organa helped defeat the empire. But that doesn't mean she always had our interests at heart.”
“So, where do you think her interests really lie?”
“I think that she means well. I know she's done a lot. I wish I could begin to compare to her. She is a dear friend and I would never betray her. But she is as corruptible as anyone else. And if that's the case, then she should be replaced.”
“You think you're ready to fill her shoes?”
“Not me. But I've been talking with others.”
“Others?” His lips curled into a grin. “What others? Feel free to speak. After all, it's not like anyone is listening.”
“Mon Mothma. A woman of modesty. And maybe some of her allies too.”
“Any names beyond that?”
“I haven't really given it much thought. And I haven't thrown in with them yet. But I'm thinking on it. If I see any sign that she's going to turn...”
“You're not thinking of the two men in her life are you? General Solo and her brother that Jedi Knight. Can’t remember his name for the life of me, what's his name, Starkiller?”
“Skywalker.”
“Not every senator has someone like that willing to vouch for them.”
He paused, seeming to take it all in. From her private location, Leia listened closely. Then Del Veniz smirked. “I haven't made any decisions yet. But I am considering my options. Just a secret between two friends, right?”
“Oh of course! I'm thinking of leaving Coruscant soon anyway. Nobody would believe anything I have to say anyway. Making my way across the galaxy. That's the way to live, isn't it?”
There was a silence and then he said, “We're here, hero. Try and be good to Leia, won't you? It's not easy for a woman like her.”
“Uh, yeah...sure, sure...”
That was the end of the recording.
She sighed. There wasn't any real proof that he was going to turn on her. But he was having ideas.
Just a secret between friends? she thought to herself.
Leia figured she and him would talk about much in the future. They would have a few secrets of their own. And at the end of it, he would learn just how much of a boy he still really was.
***
The next day, the senate was not in session. During the initial time of the New Republic, they would convene far more frequently. But several years in, their bonds were far more secure. That left Leia plenty of freedom to do as she willed. And she would extract every last drop she could from her young protege.
While court was not in session, it was still a big day today. Several important officials were poised to make big speeches today. Including Leia's ambitious understudy. She wouldn't miss the chance to try and make him mess up.
It was not required that senators attended. In the past, the more lax senators had stayed home and ignored them altogether. Leia was already in a power struggle to maintain her place, but she would not dismiss the possibility that they might turn on her. People on the sidelines like them were the most important. She would win them over.
The blue predawn sky had only begun to rise over Coruscant. She made a personal call to him early in the morning, it was still several hours before he had to get up and prep for the speech he was going to make. He picked up the call, still more than a little groggy. He was clearly out of it. But even that disheveled he still looked cute.
She was still wearing that red dress. For several seconds, he was distracted by the sight of her cleavage. He caught himself just in time and looked up at her eyes.
That was her intention all along. “S-Senator Organa...how are you doing?” he said, bashful as can be. As soon as he got gotten home he had jacked himself off fierce. It was not enough to get this woman out of his mind.
She smiled innocently at him. “I would like to meet up with you this afternoon.”
He woke up a bit. “Oh really...?”
“Yes, I have some things I wish to discuss with you. You're not doing anything else this morning, are you?”
He lazily rubbed his face. “Well no...”
She chirped up. “Good! Come along to my room will you? I just want to talk with you a bit. And put on something nice too.” Then before he could respond, she shut off the call.
She went to her wardobe and looked over her selection of dresses. That red dress put him off guard. This one would blow his mind.
It wasn't long until he arrived at her suite. He was much better groomed than when she initially contacted him that day, fully dressed too. Unlike her, who was only wearing a bathrobe when he arrived. Nowhere near as devastating as that red dress. But he seemed nervous.
Leia knew it too. It wasn't just that he knew that she was naked underneath it. She remembered the conversation he had last night in that cab with her plant. I'll bet you're nervous about a few things huh, she thought to herself. But she refused the opportunity to gloat. She bid him to come in and he did.
“So what's this about?” he said.
“Well, I was headed to the gala today and I figured you could help me decide my choice of attire.”
He blinked. “Pardon?”
“It's an important meeting you know. It's best to make a good impression. I figured you would be able to help me.”
He was packing a nervous sweat and looked away. “This is unexpected...”
“You told me you didn't have anything else going on this morning. I hope this won't be a problem?”
“No of course not.”
She looked back at him and smiled as sweetly as she could. It would have been disarming under any normal circumstances and it reminded him of how she looked at him last night or how she had grinned at him whenever he did a good job. But he read far more malicious intentions behind that look.
But she made no indication of how much she knew. Instead she went to her wardrobe and taking out several dresses, laid them on her bed. “Tell me, which one of these do you think I'd look best in?”
He looked at the dresses. Calling them dresses was being nice. Even without them on her, he could tell they were all very small and left nothing to the imagination. But when he looked back at her, she had on her usual expression. He didn't know if he was just wrong or his estimation or she was just that innocent.
He didn't dare displease his superior either. “Um, this one...” he said pointing to none of them in particular.
Her face instantly lit up and he blushed. “Oh thank you! I like it myself too. Wait here while I go change will you?”
She took a golden number and disappeared into her washroom. He waited patiently, hearing her hum pleasantly to herself. He recognized the tune, it was an Alderaani nursery rhyme and the last time he heard someone play it, it was his mother reciting it to him. He was lost in nostalgia when the door suddenly opened and he saw her come back out.
He already knew that dress didn't leave much to the imagination. But seeing was believing as they say. The two piece golden dress she was wearing couldn't very much be called a dress. The hem of the skirt stopped short of revealing her crotch underneath, it revealed so much of her legs, no nylons, just her bare skin. The top was a single garment, long sleeved but only came down to her bustline, it conformed perfectly and snugly to her large breasts, and the whole outfit in all bared her midriff, her perfect flat stomach and shapely womanly hips. Worst of all was that it was slightly transparent, he could see that she was only wearing a black thong under the skirt. Could also see the color of her skin under the sheer fabric, could swear he saw the impressions and color of her nipples too. She just kept upping the ante.
For a minute he was surprised to recognize her himself. It wasn't just the dress either, her hair had been fashioned into a single long ponytail with several stylish golden hoops down the length of it. She didn't look like Leia, she looked like your average dippy high and mighty socialite who would go to Outer Rim worlds to fuck the biggest and baddest men in the galaxy, all while under the protection of guards paid for by their families. He couldn't keep himself from staring.
Too long apparently. “Come along now,” she said, pinching that same cheek she kissed last night. “I don't want you getting cold feet. You have a big day today and I want to make sure you do well!”
“Uh sure thing...” A goofy smile appeared on his face. That pleased her. Her scheme was going according to plan.
It normally wasn't Leia's style to do this sort of thing. But given her current aim, it was her idea to bedazzle everyone around her, make them think she was less dangerous than she was. On a planet as superficial and glitzy as Coruscant, all they would be able to talk about was how good she looked. They would not care where she was going, and it would only be a short while before they left her alone to gawk at the next big thing.
She boldly made her way onto the streets of Coruscant alongside him. She was wearing a long fur coat that she received as a gift, stylish enough to turn heads but fashionable enough to look elegant. With every step she took, glimpses of her mouthwatering thighs would extend out of the coat only to retreat back, her feet were clad in high heel stilettos, and her hair pulled back in a long ponytail made her look as high class as if she was just any girl having herself a good time. To him too, she didn't look like a woman, she looked like a high class starlet, and he found himself staring.
The press would be so distracted that the headlines would be all mixed up. Some would think that the promising young senator Del Veniz was having himself a fine time with his lady while others would say that Leia Organa was having herself a fine time with her protege. That was fine already, but seeing her sitting in the seats, Del himself wouldn't be able to find the words during his actual speech.
They arrived at the main building. Inside it was already a busy scene, plenty of big names present, a few senators too, that made her and her young beau all the more inconspicuous here. Still she got some glances here and there, and she wondered if half of them even knew who she was. She didn’t exactly stand out when it came to looking good, everyone there was dressed to impress. That was fine for her.
Especially because this sort of thing was invite only. Nobody could get in unless they were government officials. Some of her old royal pride rose to the surface knowing how exclusive this meeting was. The receptionist, a tall and lanky Gungan, was wowed by her himself, even still in her coat she looked like trouble. All he could do was say, “Woo, uh hiya Miss! Could I have your name and reservation?”
She batted her eyes ever so slyly and said, “Leia Organa if you please.”
“Uh, wow Princess, we wassa expecting you, sure.” Even for a Gungan he was flustered. Leia didn't know if it was how different she looked compared to her old self or her beauty, and she didn't care which. She knew her plan would unfold perfectly. “Go uh, go right this way.”
“Why thank you,” Leia said taking a bow. “I think I will.” She looked up at Del Veniz. “Come along won't you?”
“Y-yes P-Princess, I mean Senator...” He paused then said, “Actually, can you give me a minute? I just need to do something.”
“Nature calls?”
He chirped up. “Yeah, that's it!”
He went away for awhile. She tried keeping her eyes on him but he disappeared amidst the crowd. Leia looked up and saw Borsk Fey'yla was there too. He gave a dark smile at her.
She frowned at him before she looked away. It wasn't long before Del Veniz returned to her side. He was being tongue tied and tried to correct himself but then she took his hand. He shut up quick. They made their way to the main doorway and found that there was already a long line of hangars where so many guests had already left their coats. He made to take his off, and Leia found herself staring at him too.
He put his own coat on the rack, and Leia was a little taken aback herself, there were more people offworld when the Death Star made it’s power known to the rest of the galaxy, but it was still rare of her to see someone in traditional Alderaan high garb.
“Is something wrong?” he said, when she had been staring at him a little longer than expected.
“No nothing…” They made their way into the main chamber, him following behind her. That dress clung to her rear too, and her ass jiggled with every step she took. He tried not to stare but that donk was so shapely, and much to his delight, a little bit of her undercheeks was hanging out too. He never felt so dirty and so lucky before in his life.
It would be awhile before the speeches started. For now was the time of festivities. The party was already well underway. He wasn’t looking at her trying to avoid looking like anymore of a pervert than he already was. Then she tugged his arm.
“Come along now, you’re not going to be rude with me are you?”
“What?” It wasn’t just her words, it was that this goddess of a woman was speaking to him at all.
“Dance with me,” she said, now a little more curtly.
He did as she bade him to do. To ease the mood, she smiled and said, “Don't worry. If push comes to shove, I'll make sure to protect you from anyone who might try and hurt you.”
“Oh uh, sure!”
He reached for her hand and then she stopped him. “You know I was just joking with you right?”
“You were?”
“Of course! I don't think Han would approve very much if we were seen like this, do you?”
“No I guess not...”
He actually sounded disappointed. He tried to hide it with a stoic face, still that mask was nothing compared to Leia's keen powers of observation. She figured what kind of speech he was going to make, but before he would speak, she had plenty to say herself. She didn't think for an instant he'd be so eager to throw in with Fey'yla anymore. At best, he would realize the folly of opposing her and openly support her. At worst, he would be too tongue tied to confidently deliver his pre-planned speech. Things would go perfectly for her.
As they danced, she noticed how he struggled to look back at her and keep up with her steps. Wasn't too much eye contact either. Leia grew confident, and looking back at Fey'yla again, her lips curled into a grin.
But the Bothan only bared his teeth at her. She couldn't parse the meaning on his face. And then there was a loud commotion from the back.
“Oh wow, is that Leia Organa?”
“Yeah, I think it is!”
She saw some of the reporters. They were pushing past the people already inside and making a beeline for her.
“Stupid reporters...” Leia muttered to herself. They could be an annoying nuisance even in the imperial era where the brutality of the moffs and stormtroopers were a constant. Some things would never change. And in this new age of freedom, they were far more frivolous about overstepping their boundaries.
She looked at Borsk again. By now he was laughing proudly. When she looked back up at Del's face, he looked sheepish.
“Yeah we heard Princess Leia was here and she was looking HOT!”
“We want to see her!”
“Oh no,” Leia said to herself. She had taken on this look on purely for appearances sake, knowing it would distract people. Whatever ideas she had to ensure Del Veniz were going up in flames. She remembered how he had went off on his own.
Nature calls, huh? she thought to herself. She was starting to think either he or Fey'yla were discussing on what to do with her presence, and the Bothan decided to let open the back entrance for reporters to get a good look at her. She wouldn't be able to make her speech at all in these current conditions.
But she was used to improvising. “Come on!” she said and snatched his arm.
“Wh-where are we going?” he said.
“Just come on!”
Without much choice, he followed her. She made her way past all the shocked people and even as glamorous as she looked then, she had the demeanor of the rebel warrior she once was and not just some floozy woman. She was so fast that most people didn't even notice her.
Before she knew it, she found the side entrance to the auditorium. She looked back to make sure Del Veniz was still with her. He was, and despite him being taller and stronger than her, he looked lost. Despite so much of her exposed and with her running in high heels, she never felt more at home.
Maybe this little incident is a blessing in disguise! she thought to herself. An idea popped up in her head.
She led him through the hallway and back to the entryway. She snagged her coat back up and got it on, knowing that this was the closest thing to going incognito that she could. The whole time she had her hand on his wrist in a vice grip.
“Just keep on following me!” she said to him. He nodded and it wasn't long before they were back out the way they came. They kept on running past a flurry of confused people who were gathered before the entrance. They ran past a sidewalk of establishments and shops and then they were in an alleyway.
The both of them looked back. The coast was clear. Even with Coruscant known for it's skylanes, this area wasn't nearly as populated. It wasn't the Coruscant undercity yet, but this place had a seedy reputation even though it was relatively close to the high establishment they had just been in. A place for the outcasts of society to fool around in and bored nobles to go slumming.
They were both breathing hard. Still worried they were being followed, Leia dragged him into the door at the alleyway. It was a small dive bar. The people there were a ragtag bunch, Rodians, Itkotchi and others who were clearly there for a good time, they looked at her and him and snickered. As far as they were concerned, she was just a high class streetwalker gracing them with her presence with one hell of a lucky guy.
She sat down at the bar. “Two drinks on me!”
“Sure thing,” said the Twi'lek bartender. He poured her two and she handed one to Del Veniz. He smiled at Leia, a man like him was a rough sort and unafraid of a woman's beauty.
He was nothing like Del Veniz right now. This young man looked about him nervously. He was far less comfortable in such places. She on the other hand had been in far worse places and the cushy life of a senator in the New Republic wasn't going to change that anytime soon. She raised her glass to his and he uneasily toasted her. She downed it in one go. Then Leia threw her head back and started laughing.
“That never fails to get the blood pumping huh!” she said.
"Did you use to do this all the time?" he said.
"Yeah, it's really fun huh!"
"Sometimes you just have to live in the moment."
"Live in the moment huh..."
"Yeah. I guess you wouldn't know much about that, yeah?"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I think you've been plotting something behind my back. Nothing living in the moment about that."
She folded her arms and glared at him. Every bit as sexy as before, but that dirty look she was giving him was making her look cute in a way. At the same time he realized his place and glanced away, knowing he was out of his depth.
He sighed. "Okay, so I have a confession to make!"
"Yeah? Maybe here isn't the best place." She motioned with her head towards a small room to the side. It could have been a restroom, it could have been a storage unit for the custodians but she knew that whatever it was, in a place like this, it was definitely frequented by the clientele. Stinky and dirty looking. Before he could answer, she was dragging him towards it and some of the customers were whistling at the both of them. Then they were inside.
It was a room where cleaning supplies were kept. She casually sat on a bench nearby and looked at him, crossing her legs so much that he could see the crotch of her thong sticking out of her skirt. She patted the spot on the bench right next to her, and so flustered, he sat right next to her. "I'm all ears," she said, smiling cutely at him. But her eyes were blazing with a silent fury.
"I'm on Borsk Fey'yla's payroll. He told me that in exchange for me spying on me, telling me everything confidential that you've told me, that he'd guarantee me a future in the senate." He sighed. "And he said that if I don't play along then he'll do everything in his power to ruin me. He said your time is over and you don't stand a chance."
Her mind and poise straightened themselves out. "I see..." she said.
"I'm sorry! I just..."
She gave him a lazy grin. "Well it's quite alright you know. I don't like to hear that sort of thing. But then again that presents me with quite an advantage now, doesn't it?"
He heard a bit of naughtiness in her tone. He didn't have much time to contemplate it. Not when she grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss. He was so shocked that he didn't know how to respond. That surprise didn't do anything for his physiological reactions, he had been getting a crush hard on her since she first invited him, and now all those controlled feelings were rising to the surface.
And she was a damn good kisser too. Her tongue was invading his mouth. He was no stranger to women, but Leia was another thing entirely, fast and aggressive with just the right amount of precision. Just when he thought he could match her carnal advances, she took him by surprise and dug her claws into his face, holding him tight. Nothing so gentle as that goodbye kiss she gave him last night. He never thought that he would be totally powerless with a woman when it came to something as simple as kissing.
Then she stopped. He had to catch his breath, he couldn't believe that happened. Neither could Leia, she never thought she would do something so deliberately raunchy and wrong and felt so good. They had both wanted it on some level for sometime. But while he was shocked, she was more excited than ever.
"I was listening in on your conversation with that driver last night," she said with a sudden exuberance. "I've known you were plotting behind me. I just needed to hear the truth from you myself. So how about you tell me something I don't know this time? Or I'll mess you up real good."
"Um...okay..."
"What happened back there? What were you really up to?"
"Fey'yla didn't anticipate you coming. After um...after all the news was talking about you in that little dress, he figured you were drunk and would be too hung over to come over today. When you showed up, he decided to improvise and let the reporters in from the back entrance. He let slip you were here, thinking they would be so eager to see you."
"And they were right, huh." Her face was lit up by a smile that would have been warm in any other circumstances. But in his current situation he read the wickedness behind it on the spot. "Thank you my dear understudy. I do reward loyalty."
He didn't know what that meant. But then he watched her take that coat off again, revealing her nubile erotic form barely covered up by what barely passed for a dress. He gulped in his throat.
"It's not very proper to keep yourself covered up in front of a lady," she said. "Or are you telling me you find me unattractive?" She beckoned him to stand up with her hand. He did as he was told.
"N-no, Miss Leia. I could never think that..."
But just as he said that, she darted a finger down his stomach, reached up his shirt, teasing his bare skin with the sweetness of her nails, then he stopped. Remembering her earlier words, he knew exactly what she was getting at and wasn't going to miss this chance. He did as he was told, taking off his shirt. Leia licked her lips as his broad muscular form was exposed to her eyes once again. She had only seen it by chance the one time and that was not nearly enough for her.
This side of Leia was both terrifying and exciting to him. After she dragged him to a place like this one, he knew she wasn't to be trifled with. But her deciding to do this sort of thing with him at all was making him think he wasn't in so much trouble after all. He could still taste her tongue in his mouth, and that coupled with the racy dress she was wearing was getting him a chub in his pants.
She saw it too. He wasn't at full arousal just yet, but knowing she held this advantage over him, she realized she could milk as much information out of him as she could, no problem. And as he got shirtless, she knew she was going to enjoy it too.
He was speechless. He didn't expect her to forgive him on the spot like that. But he was right on the money in this case. She suspected he was hiding more than he let on. She had just the right idea to get him to spill too.
Cracking her knuckles, she felt all over his brawny physique. She looked right up at him as she did so, and her expression terrified and exhilarated him. Her hands were so creamy and soft and her fingers felt amazing on his hairless skin. He was getting so hard.
Leia wasn't even looking down and she knew that much at least. Holding out her fingers she grazed his bare flesh with her nails, at first starting off real gentle and then purposely raking his skin with her talons. He couldn't believe his superior, his fantasy was touching him in that way, he had often fantasized about this one happening and now it was. At the same time with what he had just spilled, he was getting afraid on how things might go down.
"This must feel amazing..." she cooed to him. She had started teasing him skin with her nails too, not digging it into his face like she had before but using it with just the right amount of pressure that no man could resist.
"Well um...a, a little..."
"How much better would it feel here I wonder?" she said and grabbed the lump in his pants. He let out a low breath, the dress pants he was wearing were comfortable and soft, thin enough so that he could feel her hand almost as if he were naked. She was stroking him slowly, occasionally grazing his shaft underneath with her nails. He was in heaven.
Then she stopped. She didn't even give him a chance to register the loss in comfort. "How long?" she said.
"What?"
She squeezed his shaft with a harder grip. "How long were you working for him?"
"The past two months now." His voice was a little more shaky than he liked. "And it's not just me either. There are others too. Others you call your dear friends."
"Not just Mon Mothma?"
"Not just her!"
The severity left her face and she smiled warmly. But it was the look in her eyes that was scaring him. "Good," she said. "I'll ask for them later. Now I suppose," she said, and resumed beating him off, "the real question is, why should I keep you in my employ? You enjoy many privileges working for me. Suppose I talk to all my friends and reveal your true allegiances. You would be the whipping boy of Coruscant. If that was true, Borsk Fey'yla would cast you out too. He wouldn't want to be seen with a turncoat."
"I won't do that, no way!" It was hard for him to speak, there were so many things going on, being beaten off, the threat to his reputation, and the potential for things to escalate. He wanted to move to her, to take her, but despite his size, he knew she was skilled in hand to hand combat.
"Good." She raked her nails into his chest just a little harder, her nails were so sharp that he worried she was going to break the skin. "So you'll satisfy one last request from me, won't you lover boy?"
"Yes. Yes Miss Leia!"
"Good." She let go of him and then standing up, held both of his hands. Relieved, he leaned in for another kiss. Her tongue met his, and they sank into that mutual passion. He had crushed on Leia for so many reasons, and she was enjoying this show of extraction and dominance for more than a few reasons herself. As much as she loved Han, as much as her ulterior motive was for information, she couldn't deny how much of a thrill it was. The more they went at it, the more she raked his chest with her nails. If he was hard before, he must have been burning a hole deep in his pants now.
Leia knew how to turn up the heat too. Just as she was on the verge of using her nails too sharply, she would massage his abs and bulging pecs with the soft palms of her hands. His skin was so hot and she felt his nipples perking up, he wanted it and was so unashamed of it. While they were continuing to suck face, she found the package in his pants with her other hand. Even as she was being so aggressive with him, she was surprised by how big he had gotten. A naughty thought ran in her head of how this thing would even begin to find out, and that was followed by her imagining it for real.
Ever since seeing her in that small little outfit, he had wanted to touch her. Now with all ideas of restraint gone, he openly felt her up, her bared midriff, her ass in that short little skirt. Her butt felt as good in his hands as he expected, and he shook it up a bit, even gave it a little smack. Giggling in their heated embrace, Leia moved one of her legs up against him, and her skirt hiked up as she did it. With her only wearing a thong, he cupped her bare ass and caressed her sexy legs, the fullness of her thighs. No longer thinking of Fey'yla's promises to him, he was intent on remaining loyal to Leia in all ways.
Del Veniz broke the kiss and looked at her deeply. He was feeling for her in ways that he didn't know possible, he already admired her greatly, but now he wanted her like he needed her, he no longer cared about consequences. He remembered that time she came onto him on that shuttle flight some years earlier, and he regretted not taking her up on her offer. He intended to make due on that one.
Only for her to turn the tables on him fast. She clutched onto his hands with a sudden strength and flipped him so that he landed on his back right on the floor. Before he could get up she sat right on his face. The little thong she was wearing rode right up her ass and her full succulent cheeks were right on top of him. He could smell her pussy juice through her underwear, it was soaking through.
"Now, I think you want to make me happy, don't you?" she said.
"Yes, yes!" he said, even as she had manhandled him onto the floor. It was an answer that signaled both his lusts and his desperation.
"Good boy. Then I'll be more than happy to make you happy too." He was so hard. And then she reached underneath and moving aside the piece of that thong, bared the box of her naked vagina to his face.
Her hands dexterously yanked his pants down so that this pecker was out in the open. He moaned as she lightly ran her nails on the sensitive skin of his penis, he was shaking with excitement. He sat there, her touches were so light and yet he was that close to his inevitable climax.
But then she stopped. Before he could voice any protest, she started riding his face, humping him, getting her juices all over his mug. He understood what she was getting at. He stuck out his tongue and tasted her for the first time. He was surprised how much her body quivered in response to his tongue tasting her twat, and worried he might have overdone it.
Not to mention he heard something hard fall nearby. He didn't know what it was, but he thought he was in trouble again. That fear went out the window when he felt something incredibly soft on his penis.
It didn't feel like her hands or her nails. Not that he cared, it felt amazing and he clued in pretty quick that he was feeling the soles of her feet on his dick, that sound being her stiletto boots being taken off. He was quick to just laying his head back and let her work him before he remembered the predicament he was in. Her feet felt so good that somehow the big bare ass riding his face didn't seem like anything at all.
The other thing was that she was really good at it too. It wasn't just that her feet were soft, she would also wiggle her little toes on his dick too. Leia was infamous and feared for so many things, her martial warrior prowess, being one of the last survivors of Alderaan, and her standing as a senator, and recent revelations about her bloodline had only made that more apparent. But the warmth of her soft luscious asscheeks right on his face, the sweet taste of her nectar and those feet playing with his dick, those soft feet tantalizing his manhood. The only thing he cared about now was how good of a lover she was.
He grabbed onto her big thighs, not just to feel up her amazing gams but also to make it easier for him to get started and stuck his tongue back in there. As he had hoped, she sped up how she was stimulating him with her soles. At the same time, she made sure to keep it slow enough to tease him. She wanted to break him in so many ways before they were done.
And it had another pleasant side effect too. She might have been toying with him slowly, but he was that much more eager to eat out the pussy on top of his face. He wanted to placate her in any way that he could, he wanted it, needed more of her touching him. He was so close to a nut and yet she knew how to keep him at bay just right.
Leia's body shook up when she came for the first time. The orgasm was intense as she was hoping it would be, and she made an effort to keep her orgasmic shudders to a minimum. She didn't need this boy getting any ideas and pulling the rug out from under her.
"So good," she hissed. While relaxing in her euphoric bliss, she moved the soles of her feet on his penis just a little quicker than she intended to. He had to pause his cunnilingus to gasp, he was that fast to his own climax. His dick was throbbing within the embrace of her feet, it was shaking, and then he moved his hips frantically, needing to nut.
Just as Leia was recovering her poise, he shot a load of spooge up into the air. He was rendered senseless by his sex drive, and kept on writhing, humping the air upward. Some shots of his goo even got on Leia’s face.
The reality of what happened hit her like a brick. She wiped some of his semen off her face and looked at it in the light, rubbing it around on her fingers to feel the consistency. It smelled so nice and still so horny, sitting on top of him, she tasted it without even thinking. It had a whole and pristine flavor to it.
She looked down. He was still hard up, leftover cum spilling out of his penis and streaming down the shaft. So sensitive.
She remembered that look Fey’yla had given her. How much had been set up against her. If she wanted to keep her place in the senate, then she needed to cut off all his angles of attack.
She grabbed onto his penis and prodded it with her nails. That woke him. “Now that you’ve come to, I think you can do a lot more for me, can’t you?” He just let out a muffled “Mm-hmm!” She stroked him with her hand, slowly dragging her talons on the sensitive flesh of his shaft, enjoying seeing his pecker flaring up with each sweet second, feeling that heat burn even hotter. “Good. Then,” she said, squarely lowering her big ass right onto his face, “there’s still plenty more for you to eat.”
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By the time they had gotten back to the gala, the initial celebrations were starting to subside, with the dances just about to conclude. The paparazzi and reporters were still present, but neither of them cared. Leia just walked past them with a practiced confidence and Del Veniz basked in the attention with a proud smile on his face, happy to be seen as her companion. But all eyes were on her, and the people wouldn't be able to stop talking.
Borsk Fey'yla saw them as well. There was a glint of malice in his eyes, he didn't like seeing his mole so pleased and at the side of his political rival. When Leia took off her coat and set it on the hangar, she definitely had the attention of all those present. That dress wasn't ruined at all from everything she did earlier, and so many there were ogling over her. When Leia looked back at her onlookers, she smiled and cutely pulled down the dangerously short skirt lower, a ridiculous gesture given how little it actually covered up.
But only one man there had the pleasure of having her like that. She winked at the Bothan and then looked up at Del Veniz. "Come now, may I have this dance?"
"Why of course my princess," he said.
It was a fairly tame dance on it's own, but in that skimpy little getup, everyone there got a look at her fine legs and ass sticking out from under her skirt. She looked around at her admirers more than a few times with a practiced smile on her face, and pretty soon most people there were gawking at her. This occasion was strictly formal, but that didn't mean there wasn't time for festivities.
Borsk Fey'yla had turned away at that point. He didn't like all the attention she was getting, or how his mole in her ranks wasn't paying attention to him at all. Nor would he come to like things when the speeches started. All Del Veniz could speak of was how important Leia was to the New Republic and to the Alderaani people. Standing up behind the podium, he got stiff gushing about her. Then again, with her sitting down and crossing her lovely legs so the entire front row was getting an eyeful, it's not like he was thinking of anything formal. It was a miracle he didn't spill about how she had fucked him up good.
And if he had any ideas of turning traitor again, she knew exactly how to get him back in line. There were so many things they had yet to do.
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