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Comfort
By : BubbaSmithJones
Category: Star Wars (All) > General
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Undeterred by her previous rejections, Leia once more sought out to find Luke. She was Princess Leia Organa, daughter of Bail Organa, sole remaining member of the Royal House of Alderaan. She was raised to lead from birth, never denied anything, nothing too good for her, and she wanted Luke. Who was this farmboy to deny himself to her?
Leia figured that once Luke saw her in all of her naked glory, he would be unable to resist her charms and wiles, no matter his Jedi convictions, so she stripped off her dress and went searching for the farmboy-come-Jedi. Her first stop was his night cabin, but he wasn’t there. She checked the ‘fresher, but he wasn’t there either. As she was about to leave the ‘fresher, she caught a view of herself in the mirpanel. She was so pretty that she almost turned herself on. What man in his right mind would say no to her? She admired her firm and plump breasts and her toned stomach, with no excess fat to be found anywhere. Leia imagined how she would make Luke come all over her chest and stomach. She then gazed down at her thick but perfectly trimmed triangular bush, as rich and dark as the locks on her head, and she rubbed her firm, milky white thighs. She thought about how she would take Luke between her legs and squeeze him until he came; she was wet just thinking about it.
Thoroughly aroused, Leia continued her search. It was a relatively small ship, so there weren’t that many places he could be. He wasn’t in the medbay, nor the viewing gallery where they had kissed looking at the galaxy in the distance. She wanted nothing more right now than to taste those sweet, innocent lips on her own, except maybe to feel that virginal dick between her legs. Her nipples were as hard as ice at this point, and she was practically dripping with arousal. She put a hand between her legs and started to pleasure herself. Almost as soon as she began her ministrations, she heard a high-pitched voice.
“Mistress Leia, have you seen Ar---?” Threepio stopped himself abruptly and only then seemed to notice what she was doing. Leia composed herself, and withdraw her hand from her bush. “I’m sorry, Mistress, I didn’t mean to interrupt you, but have you seen Artoo? I am quite worried about him, as I haven’t seen him in almost an hour.”
“No, I’m sorry. You wouldn’t know where Luke is?”
“I haven’t seen Master Luke since we left the two of you here. I had assumed you would have been together.”
Leia only wished that was true, but now it was getting suspicious, and she decided to check the hangar. When they got there, Threepio checked the logs, but it showed that no one had entered the hangar since Lando and Chewie flew off. They entered the hangar, anyway.
“Mistress Leia, Master Luke’s fighter is not in its spot. He appears to have left and, I assume, took Artoo with him.”
She was furious and was about to destroy the annoying protocol droid before she remembered a particular feature he was useful at. “Threepio, how well can you imitate Luke’s voice?”
“Quite well, I am immensely talented in voice replication, and I can recreate his voice in over—“
“Good. Come with me to his night cabin.”
As they walked, towards Luke’s cabin, Leia continued, “Threepio, I’m sure you are aware of the protocol in certain systems where highborn women employ boys to see to their more intimate pleasures.”
“Yes, Mistress, I am well versed in the protocols of over a million systems.”
“Good, so, you know the roles those boys take, and how it would play out?”
“Well, yes, Mistress. I most certainly do. What would you like to know?”
They had just reached Luke’s cabin. “I need you to, in Luke’s voice, enact the things one of those boys would say to a woman of my birth in one of those systems, while I attend to my own needs.”
“Excuse my assuming, Mistress, but wouldn’t it just be more practical to have Master Luke just tend to those needs directly? I’m sure he’ll be back soon. The body gestures the two of you were displaying as we left you in the viewing gallery were consistent with a man and women developing a more intimate relationship.”
“No, Threepio, it doesn’t always work like that. No such relationship has developed, and I think that is why Luke left, to avoid that intimacy with me. He obviously cares more about that stupid old Jedi Master than he does about me.”
“I wouldn’t say that at all, Mistress. In fact, his most recent actions directly indicated otherwise, that you and Captain Solo are the most important people in his life.”
“Still, he will not be coming back anytime soon, and I need to attend to my own needs.”
“Very well, Mistress.”
Leia lay on Luke’s bed, smelling his pillow. If she closed her eyes, she could imagine she was on the farm with him, making a man out of him for the first time. What she wouldn’t have given to just for one month to escape the trappings of royalty and live care-free like that. The very thought of that made her soaking wet.
“Oh, Leia,” came a tinny impression of Luke’s voice, “you are a most beautiful princess, and it would do me great honor to pleasure you.” It was a bad imitation of the kind of things Luke would say, but just hearing his voice again, as she had her hand buried up her pussy to the hilt was enough to bring her to the brink.
“Perhaps you should remove your hand, so I could insert my own hand and let it be blessed by your most sacred of places.”
Leia wondered what culture Threepio was using to generate his speech patterns because it certainly wasn’t any planet that Luke ever visited. She tried not to think too hard about it and removed her hand and played along.
“Mistress Princess, I will now insert my hand into your forest most magical.” It took a few moments before Leia realized that Threepio would not be inserting a cold metal hand into her pussy. Relieved, she put her own hand (her right hand, since she normally used her left hand to pleasure herself) back up her pussy and started furiously fiddling away. Her left hand free, she now used it to play with her breasts and pinch her nipples, which just continued to turn her on. Her whole body was shaking, and her back was jumping up and down on its own accord.
“Now, Your Princess Highness, I will take you to your heaven most wonderous.”
“Oh, Leia,” she heard the real Luke’s voice call out in the back of her head.
“Oh, Luke,” she replied as her orgasm came upon her. She lay back for what seemed like hours but was probably only minutes. She withdrew her hand, covered in her natural juices and more than a few pubic hairs. She rubbed it off on Luke’s pillow for a treat guaranteed to arouse him if he ever came back, and then she smelled her hand, and it was a wonderful mix of her natural aroma and Luke’s farmboy smell.
“Thank you, Threepio, that was wonderful.”
“You’re most welcome, Mistress Leia.”
“One question. What culture were you using the speech structure and dialect from?”
“I’m afraid I don’t quite understand that question, Mistress.”
“You weren’t talking the way Luke normally talks. You were obviously having him talk the way he would talk if he lived in one of those cultures where they hire the pleasure boys.”
“No, Mistress, not at all. I have always noticed that Master Luke always seems to be flustered and discomposed in your presence. He displays all the classic signs of infatuation when he is around you. I was just trying to recreate that in my speech structure.”
And, hearing that, Leia almost had another orgasm. “Thank you, Threepio. That will be all.” Leia was sound asleep in Luke’s bed before Threepio had even shut off the lights.
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